Fic: A Cure for What Ails

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Title: A Cure for What Ails
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Elizabeth
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Sickfic
Word Count: ~1,600
Summary: For the prompt “role reversal.”

Elizabeth closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, willing the dizziness she felt to subside just a little, goddammit! She screwed her eyes shut and fought a wave of nausea. A moment later she dragged herself up the stairs, shedding coat, briefcase, clothes along the way. She was almost appropriately attired to take up residence in her bed, if not for the shoe still on her left foot. She burrowed under the comforter with a groan that resolved into a whimper and prayed for a swift death.

FIC: Felidae (gen; Peter, Neal, El & Satchmo; PG)

[sinfulslasher]

Title: Felidae
Author: Gaby
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: gen (with canon Peter/El)
Characters: Peter, Neal, El, Satchmo
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, hurt/comfort, angst, humor
Author's Notes: Written for day 7 of the 12 Days of Ficmas, which is the December edition of my Unwritten Stories Meme. hawk_soaring prompted me with Shifter!Neal, please. :) What if Peter buys El a pet for Christmas (I'm thinking cat, but...) and they wake up in the morning to a very naked man at the foot of their bed?
Beta by: the always wonderful elrhiarhodan
Word Count: 2,460
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: The last thing Peter expected to find in his car was a cat. Then again, Neal is anything but a normal cat.

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The Lockpicker and the Elves (H/C Advent 2013)

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Title: The Lockpicker and the Elves, Part 1 of 7

Rating: Gen

Genre/Relationship: General Friendship

Spoilers: None

Word Count: whole story—16,298, this section—2772

Whole Story Summary: When Neal volunteers to help deliver some Christmas gifts, he finds that Santa has a need for his particular skill set. Can Neal save the day? Can Santa?

Part 1 Summary: Neal does his best to avoid the germs at the office because he and Mozzie have plans for Christmas Eve. A trip to the Riviera? Not likely....

A/N: Written for ”H/C Advent 2013” for the prompt Fevered Hallucination by love_82 hosted by rabidchild, at (Click HERE for link to H/C Advent 2013).  What started as a silly, four-and-one-half-page story sort of...blossomed into this monster. I played a little fast and loose with the prompt, but I hope the entry is satisfactory.  Lots of Neal, Mozzie, magic and friendship.

The Lockpicker and the Elves, Part 1 of 7

Neal was hunched over his desk, staring at his legal page of notes. “Peter, so help me—if you breathe on me, I am going to pop you,” he complained. Peter, who thought he'd been hovering inconspicuously, colored and backed up.

“I am not sick anymore,” he insisted. “I told you I got my flu shot right after--”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Neal. “And a lot of good it did. Unfortunately, since everybody--” Here he stopped to glare around the the rows of desks--”didn't do the same, you'd already given at the office.”

According to Neal, the cubicle farm had become a “toxic cesspool of germs.” Eschewing the break room, Neal had taken to eating lunch in the conference room, but his charm and personal magnetism had drawn others in his wake. He'd sighed, slapped on a smile and pushed his chair back, but when Laura May, who was on loan from Accounting, reached across and snagged one of his bread sticks just to annoy him, he'd taken to eating lunch out. Peter had found him today on the roof, cradling his turkey and provolone on focaccia bread protectively..

“Don't worry,” Peter had said. “I'm not coming out. I just wanted to let you know we're meeting on the Kelsey-Barnes case after lunch in the conference room.”

“All of us? In one room?”

“Yes, Neal,” Peter said patiently. “The whole team.”

Neal said nothing, but his face closed in stony silence.

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Part 2, click HERE