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Title: Delicious Soup - A Wonder(ful) Years Timestamp
Author: [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Peter/Neal
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Excessive Sick!Fic Schmoop
Word Count: ~1200
Beta Credit: None (Because [livejournal.com profile] coffeethyme4me is still sick).
Summary: Continuing the story from Such Very Good Friends, another timestamp in my Wonder(ful) Years ‘verse (College A/U). Peter makes chicken soup for Neal and cares for him through a bad bout of pneumonia.

The Wonder(ful) Years
Sex On The Beach
Such Very Good Friends

__________________





Peter looked at the pile of raw chicken and shuddered. The butcher had given him a hard time about cutting it into eighths until he said he wanted to make soup for his sick friend. The man asked if she was pretty. Peter crossed his fingers and simply said, “very.”

His mom told him that cleaning the chicken was the worst part – to make sure there were no feathers left on it. Peter examined each piece minutely and briefly thought about going vegetarian. No feathers, not a lot of blood or other stuff either. He washed and salted each piece and put it in the big pasta pot that Neal had picked up at a garage sale a few months ago.

Not that they ever made that much pasta, but it doubled as a punch bowl and ice bucket.

The carrots and onions went into the pot, too. The celery was strange – he had to buy a spool of white cotton thread to bind up the leafy heads. Mom told him not to add dill or garlic because Neal was sick and that would make the soup too harsh – which was fine. Peter wasn’t a fan of dill anyway. He salted the water and turned the heat on. Nothing more to do until everything started to boil.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Peter pulled out his Advanced Accounting homework and tried to focus. This was the last assignment before finals and he needed to ace the class. Not that there was any danger of losing his scholarship at this point, since he had a 4.0 average – but he wanted to keep that up. His professors were confident that he’d be accepted to the Business School for his MBA, but Peter didn’t quite share that confidence. And there was no reason to count his chickens just yet.

Thinking of chickens, Peter went to check on the soup. It was just beginning to simmer and there was stuff floating on top. The instructions from his mother warned him about this, and he skimmed it off.

The steam from the boiling pot condensed on the cold glass of the kitchen windows and was beginning to smell good. He covered the pot, turned down the heat and let it cook. Mom said it needed to go for at least ninety minutes before the “magic” started.

He settled back at the table and the homework, finally losing himself in the numbers until the timer went off. But the timer wasn’t for the soup; it was time to get Neal to take his medicine.

Their bedroom was dark and a little too warm for his comfort, but not for Neal. Peter put down a dish of yoghurt and a glass of water next to the bottle of antibiotics.

The bedside lamp was still on, it seemed like Neal had been trying to study before falling asleep. He looked terrible, his skin whitish-gray, huge circles under his eyes, sweaty, greasy hair going everywhere. Peter stood over Neal, hating to wake him, but then Neal started to cough; first a wheeze, then a hard, wracking cough which didn’t stop. Neal curled up helplessly against the spasms. Peter sat down, lifted Neal up and held him until the coughing stopped. He wiped away the mucus that was pouring from his mouth and nose.

Neal moaned, incapable of doing anything else. “Sorry.”

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about, snot monkey.”

Neal let out something like a laugh, and leaned his head against Peter’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

Peter let him cuddle and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Still too warm. “Come on, time for me to play Nurse. You’ve got medicine to take.”

“Bathroom, first.”

“Can you hold on until the bathroom warms up? It’s pretty cold in there and I’ll go turn the heater on.”

“Yeah – I guess. Don’t want my pee to freeze.”

Peter smiled. “Just don’t move.” He propped Neal against the pillows, made sure he was covered, and ran to the bathroom and flicked the heater on. Next time, he’d have to remember to do that before giving Neal his medication.

Neal was beginning to hack again and Peter held him, rubbing his back until it stopped.

“Thanks. Again.”

“Come on, I think the bathroom’s warm enough.” He helped Neal up and into the bathroom, standing just outside the closed door. It seemed to take a while and he called out. “You okay?”

The door opened and Neal came out, looking a little less like death on a stick, and more like death warmed over. He had washed up, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Though he probably should have waited until taking the cough medicine before doing the last. Peter steered him over to old wing chair. “You should sit up for a bit – the doctor said that staying prone, flat on your back isn’t good.”

Neal looked like he was about to drift off again. “Mmmm, okay.”

“Buddy – you should stay awake for a little while. You have to take your medication.”

Neal’s head dropped against the side of the chair, his eyes closed. Peter sighed, Neal would probably be better off in the hospital, but he didn’t want to go. Peter didn’t quite understand the aversion he had to doctors – had he gone to the infirmary when he first started coughing, this probably wouldn’t have become pneumonia.

He changed the sheets, made sure the pillows were plumped and in a moment of inspiration, went into the living room and grabbed a cushion from their couch. It would give Neal extra elevation, keep the mucus down. He folded down the sheets and blankets, so Neal could get back into bed as soon as he wanted to. Peter finished straightening up, emptying the wastebasket, opening a fresh box of tissues. Time to get the cough medicine and antibiotics into Neal.

Peter retrieved the water, the yoghurt and the pills. He shook out one; the capsules were huge – his dad would have called them “horse pills” and he hoped that Neal would be able to swallow it.

“Come on, buddy, wake up.”

“Nhhgggg.”

“Neal, come on.” His tone was sharp out of necessity but he stroked Neal’s forehead with a gentle hand. The fever was still there.

“Wha?”

“Take your pills and some food.”

Neal opened his mouth like a baby bird and Peter popped the pill in, following it with the water. Neal swallowed – clearly in discomfort.

“Could those things be any bigger?”

Peter put the glass down, exchanging it for the yoghurt. Neal turned his face away in disgust. “Just a few mouthfuls. You’ll have some serious stomach problems if you don’t.”

Neal acquiesced and Peter made him eat several spoonfuls. “You’ll need to have your cough medicine now.”

“I’m really going to barf, then. That stuff tastes like rotting meat.”

Peter had to agree. It smelled vile, and if Neal – with his congestion – could taste it, it had to horrendous. But he took the dosage without any fuss.

“I smell something – are you cooking?” Neal looked at him with suspicion. “How come you’re cooking when I can’t eat? That’s not fair.”

Peter hoped he wasn’t blushing. “It’s for you. I’m making you chicken soup. It’s mom’s recipe.”

Neal blinked. “You’re making me soup – from scratch?”

Peter just nodded.

Neal looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Thank you.” The words were a whisper.

“Hey – it may be awful. I’ve never made it before.”

Neal leaned against him. “It will be the best soup ever. You’re making me delicious soup.”

FIN

Date: 2012-05-11 03:30 am (UTC)
sahiya: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sahiya
Sorry it took me so long to comment on this. This is all the warm fuzzies I've ever dreamed of and more! *squishes fic*

Date: 2012-05-02 09:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kanarek13
Awwwww... and gaaah... I'm a puddle again :D Peter is such a sweetheart, these boys are made for each other. Delicious soup and true love *happy sigh*

Thank you again, two lovely treats in one day. You're spoiling us in the best possible way :D

Date: 2012-05-03 12:36 pm (UTC)
kanarek13: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kanarek13
Yay \o/ Can't wait :D And perfect timing for the boys, because it seems like mom is just about ready to start arranging girl dates for both of them :D
Edited Date: 2012-05-03 12:37 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-05-02 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elainasaunt.livejournal.com
Neal's absolute faith in Peter is so striking, and you've captured it perfectly in that final line.

Date: 2012-05-02 09:49 pm (UTC)
embroiderama: (White Collar - Peter & Neal)
From: [personal profile] embroiderama
♥___♥ I haven't read the rest of this verse (yet) but this is absolutely wonderful and adorable.

Date: 2012-05-02 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pooh-collector.livejournal.com
You'd better get to it, it's awesome.

Date: 2012-05-03 04:07 am (UTC)
embroiderama: (White Collar - Neal & Peter badges)
From: [personal profile] embroiderama
I plan to! I'm slowly but surely making my way through [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan's epics. ;)

Date: 2012-05-02 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyrose42.livejournal.com
snot monkey - yea describes it, as I remember it. Peter is such a good nurse maid. Love him lots! And I still want more.

Date: 2012-05-02 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pooh-collector.livejournal.com
YEAH!!!!

Just as sweet as I knew it would be. Poor pneumoniafied Neal. He is so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend, aptly named Peter.

Date: 2012-05-03 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pooh-collector.livejournal.com
Don't you know it!

Date: 2012-05-03 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ivorysilk
Awwww :-)

Date: 2012-05-03 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robingal1.livejournal.com
Okay, THAT? That is adorable!

Date: 2012-05-03 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lauracollared.livejournal.com
Poor snot monkey....

dawww I love this 'verse and I love this addition to it.

I really love the last line. Could they be any cuter and more in love? sigh.

Date: 2012-05-03 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lauracollared.livejournal.com
Aw, but Peter still think he's "very" pretty :D

Date: 2012-05-03 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secretsolitaire.livejournal.com
Aw, I like how lovingly Peter takes care of Neal. ♥

Date: 2012-05-03 01:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipilj.livejournal.com
Aww this was so cute,

Date: 2012-05-03 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gnomi.livejournal.com
::melts from the adorableness that is Peter and Neal::

::ponders making chicken soup just because::

::wonders about Peter's mom's recipe::

Date: 2012-05-03 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gnomi.livejournal.com
My mother's is very similar, with the addition of parsnips. And, yes, soup mix, known in my mom's kitchen as "yellow powder."

Date: 2012-05-03 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jersey-girl-82.livejournal.com
I'm reallyl enjoying thease stories, so clad I found them. Can't weight to read more. Keep up the good work.

Date: 2012-05-03 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com
THANK YOU!!!!! Soup is about the only thing I can eat right now without it aggravating this one place in my throat that, when brushed, sends me into coughing fits so bad sometimes I throw up. TMI. And before you worry even more than you have been, that part's better today. So long as I stick with hearty liquids.

This story made me so happy. Particularly, Peter calling Neal very pretty. And making him this soup even though the parts squick him. {{{{{{{{{{{{{Hugs Peter}}}}}}}}}}}}}} {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Hugs Neal}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Hugs you}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Thank you. <3

Date: 2012-05-03 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com
Yeah, I'm used to it now, but I don't do the whole shebang with the skin on the pieces and the bone in and having to check for feathers bit. I just do skinless/boneless chicken breasts cut into cubes. Sautee in butter and olive oil: some carrots, then celery, then onion, then add the chicken and garlic, then thyme, oregano, parsley, creole seasoning, broth, and potatoes. Bring to boil, then simmer. Divine. (I also add Tabasco to the finished product, but that's just me!)

Date: 2012-05-03 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pfyre.livejournal.com
okay - just got caught up with this 'verse and I love it - love it all *G* and I can't wait until Peter and Neal tell Mom and Dad Burke and Neal's aunt what their real relationship is *G*

Date: 2012-05-04 12:44 am (UTC)
frith_in_thorns: (White Collar - Neal - purple shirt)
From: [personal profile] frith_in_thorns
This is completely adorable!

Date: 2012-05-04 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dmk0064.livejournal.com
Finally had time to read these, perfect and lovely. But I think there are more stories to come?

Date: 2012-05-04 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] micheleeeex.livejournal.com
Awwwww, I love this! ♥_________♥

Date: 2012-05-08 09:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ebeneezerdark.livejournal.com
Awwww... poor "snot monkey"!Neal... and Peter's SO gentle and comforting. "In sickness as in health": the boys are SO married! ::pets them::

Spotted a couple more itty-bitty typos; hope I'm not being annoying with these! First two sentences I noted are missing one word each:
Peter steered him over to old wing chair. ...should be ...to *the* old wing chair.
and:
...if Neal – with his congestion – could taste it, it had to horrendous... ...should be ...it had to *be* horrendous...

(And still more sympathy for Neal; if one's gotta take medicine, couldn't it be something that doesn't taste vile?)

The last one's more a usage thing than a typo: “...I’m making you chicken soup. It’s mom’s recipe.” In this sentence, Peter's using "Mom" as a name, so it should be capitalized, just as you'd capitalize it if it's Neal talking and referring to "Aunt Cathy".

I'm SO looking forward to the "Coming Out" story!

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