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I figured this may be a better place than fanfiction. I can't believe I'm actually saying that.
Title: Protective B
Rating: PG (someone is shot!)
Warning: Spoilers for White Collar 2.16 Under the Radar
Summary: It wasn't Peter. It was someone else.
Adler wouldn't shoot him. No, he wouldn't. He wasn't violent, wasn't stupid. Peter was coming with others and he wouldn't shoot Neal in front of the man. Not unless he wanted to also die.
But Peter was taking just a little too long to move around the corner and Adler's finger was just getting a little too tight on the trigger. It didn't fully dawn on him that Adler's gun wasn't the one that fired until he saw the hole in Adler's head. It also dawned on him that the gunman was right behind him. He turned and saw the person and smiled, widely.
Peter, however, didn't smile when he raced around the corner after hearing the gunshot. Instead, he frowned as he caught a glimpse of the person behind Neal and started ask questions. Like why he had a twin that no one knew about. One that shot guns. And another question that tacked on after Neal hugged the man and asked, “Didn't you die? Chuck told me what happened in the room.”
“Chuck shouldn't have told you. And yes, I did die, but they revived me. Again,” he whispered, not letting Peter hear, “They don't know I'm alive; none of them do.”
“Contact them. Tell them. Just bring them to New York; I haven't seen them in a while.”
“Only if Moz doesn't show up. He hates me.”
Neal pulled back on that, joking, “He doesn't hate you. He hates your job.”
“No, he hates me.”
“Neal,” Peter interrupted, getting closer with his gun still out since Neal's twin didn't drop his. “Who is he?”
He looked back between the two, wondering how to introduce his twin before he heard, “Pleasure to meet you Agent Burke. I would tell you who I am, but that would require special handling and paperwork. And your boss talking to mine, once she finds out I'm alive.”
He glared at the other man, before Neal noticed, “Peter...”
“You are explaining this. All of it,” he pointed at Neal, then his twin, then back at Neal. “First things first, who is he?”
Neal looked over and shrugged. “Can we give him your name?”
He smiled, more wicked than nice. “Sure, let's scare him.” He switched the gun to his other hand and held out his right for Peter. “Bryce Larkin. Not an accountant.”
Title: Protective B
Rating: PG (someone is shot!)
Warning: Spoilers for White Collar 2.16 Under the Radar
Summary: It wasn't Peter. It was someone else.
Adler wouldn't shoot him. No, he wouldn't. He wasn't violent, wasn't stupid. Peter was coming with others and he wouldn't shoot Neal in front of the man. Not unless he wanted to also die.
But Peter was taking just a little too long to move around the corner and Adler's finger was just getting a little too tight on the trigger. It didn't fully dawn on him that Adler's gun wasn't the one that fired until he saw the hole in Adler's head. It also dawned on him that the gunman was right behind him. He turned and saw the person and smiled, widely.
Peter, however, didn't smile when he raced around the corner after hearing the gunshot. Instead, he frowned as he caught a glimpse of the person behind Neal and started ask questions. Like why he had a twin that no one knew about. One that shot guns. And another question that tacked on after Neal hugged the man and asked, “Didn't you die? Chuck told me what happened in the room.”
“Chuck shouldn't have told you. And yes, I did die, but they revived me. Again,” he whispered, not letting Peter hear, “They don't know I'm alive; none of them do.”
“Contact them. Tell them. Just bring them to New York; I haven't seen them in a while.”
“Only if Moz doesn't show up. He hates me.”
Neal pulled back on that, joking, “He doesn't hate you. He hates your job.”
“No, he hates me.”
“Neal,” Peter interrupted, getting closer with his gun still out since Neal's twin didn't drop his. “Who is he?”
He looked back between the two, wondering how to introduce his twin before he heard, “Pleasure to meet you Agent Burke. I would tell you who I am, but that would require special handling and paperwork. And your boss talking to mine, once she finds out I'm alive.”
He glared at the other man, before Neal noticed, “Peter...”
“You are explaining this. All of it,” he pointed at Neal, then his twin, then back at Neal. “First things first, who is he?”
Neal looked over and shrugged. “Can we give him your name?”
He smiled, more wicked than nice. “Sure, let's scare him.” He switched the gun to his other hand and held out his right for Peter. “Bryce Larkin. Not an accountant.”
