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Title: Company of strangers
Author: marieincolour
Characters: Neal, Peter, El
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating:
Word-count: 5000+
Spoilers: Spoilers for Neal's childhood (a little)
Disclaimer: I don't own White Collar or The Boxer (where I found the title).
A/N: I wasn't going to post this until I was done posting the chapters to my journal, but I need motivation, and this is it.
This doesn't follow the timeline in the show, and I've switched things around (and invented) to suit me. Please don't kill me.

Summary: This is an AU where Neal is a teenager, Peter arrests him, things don't go so well, and then hopefully they get better.

He thinks about old post-mortem photographs, where the only faces that appear clear are the dead ones, because the shutter takes too long for living people to stay still. That's how he feels, like everyone else is still in front of the shutter, and he's screaming his head off.

Part 1 can be found here

Part 2 can be found here

Title: Who killed Iris?
Author: marieincolour
Characters: Neal, Peter, El
Genre/pairing: Gen.
Rating: G.
Word-count: 2755
Spoilers: I haven't even finished the last season, so. Don't worry.
Summary: do·mes·tic·i·ty - Noun. Home or family life: "the atmosphere is one of happy domesticity".
Disclaimer: Not my character or my world, just my brain.
A/N: Written for the prompt "Blue iris", by ivorysilk for run_the_con. I don't know squat about flowers, so this is what came out. Now, as I've already managed to whinge about in a previous post on my journal, I'm at home with a cold. I call that "inspiration". This story is one of those that might only make sense in my fever-cooked brain (and there has been no beta reading). Enjoy anyway!

Read over at my journal :)

Title: Predisposed
Author: marieincolour
Genre: Hurt/comfort, sickfic, schmoopy-schmoop schmooperson.
Characters/pairings: Peter, Neal, El
Warnings: Language?
Rating: G
A/N: I haven't written anything in weeks that didn't revolve around Norwegian local politics in the 12th century, so. Forgive me if this is a bit rusty. I also haven't watched the last half of the newest season, so there are no spoilers, and I don't actually know what's going on on the show. 8) It's pretty much all self-indulgent sickfic all the way through, nothing too hard on the stomach. This has not been beta read, because I wrote it fifteen minutes ago. Enjoy!

Original prompt: by embroiderama: Neal gets sick with a high fever and goes walking outside of his radius. The US Marshals come to get him but don't realize he's sick until Peter (or another character) comes to collect him.