White Collar Ficlet - Here Be Dragons
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Here Be Dragons
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Mozzie (Friendship)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers:
Word Count: ~700
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Neal goes looking for Moz and is rather startled to discover his friend has a roommate, of sorts.
A/N: Written as comment fic forattackfish, back in September, for the Tropes Meme. Prompt at the end of the story.”
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Neal finally tracked Mozzie down in Friday, his personal favorite safe house.
It had been more than a week since he'd seen or heard from him, and he'd become worried about his friend. It wasn't like Moz to go for more than a day or two without showing up at his apartment and helping himself to the best bottles of wine.
Normally, Friday was out of his radius, but he explained to Peter, who called it into the Marshals, after extracting a promise to tell him what, if anything was going on. Peter considered Mozzie a friend, too. If it wasn't for the fact that it was date night with Elizabeth and there was pot roast in the oven, Peter would have gone with him.
In retrospect, it was a good thing that Neal breached the confines on the "abandoned" warehouse near the Gowanus Canal without him, because what he found was fairly inexplicable, even by “Mozzie” standards.
Neal let himself into the warehouse and found his friend on his hands and knees, eye to eye with what looked like a small and very blue dragon, complete with slowly flexing wings. Neal blinked and shook his head, thinking to clear his vision. Maybe it was a kinetic sculpture. Or some rare and exotic stuffed toy. Or a hologram.
Because it couldn't be a real dragon.
He must have made a noise, because the dragon looked up, gave a squawk (complete with a tiny burst of flame) and fluttered awkwardly up to the rafters.
"Moz?"
"Damn it, Neal - do you know how long it's going to take me to get Cedric down from there? Do you know how long it's taken me to get him to trust me? You’ve ruined everything and now I've got to start from scratch."
Neal looked from Moz to the thing perched on an iron cross beam, the blue of its skin slowly changing to match the surrounding colors. As he watched, it became nearly invisible - only the slight motion of its wings gave its position away.
"What the hell is that?" Neal was getting just a little freaked out.
"Watch your language - it's just a baby."
"A baby what?" Neal was afraid to hear the answer.
"What does it look like? A baby rhinoceros?" Moz gave him that face. "A baby dragon."
Neal took off his hat and examined the inside lining, wondering when it got so worn. Anything to avoid thinking about what he just saw and heard.
Moz circled around the floor of the warehouse, collecting an odd assortment of things – a hard case with Cyrillic lettering stenciled on in (Soviet military surplus, most likely), a set of keys and cigarette lighter.
Neal watched as his friend started up a scissor-lift and raised it to the rafters. He had exchanged his horn-rimmed glasses for a set of infrared goggles (the contents of the case) and was scanning the area where the baby dragon had disappeared. Mozzie must have spotted the creature because he held out his arm and of all things, began to flick the cigarette lighter.
Neal gasped as Moz staggered back, crashing into the safety gate, his arms suddenly fully of a blue baby dragon. The scissor lift descended slowly, giving Neal time to adjust his world view. By the time he was face-to-face with Mozzie’s new friend, he pretty much accepted that there really were dragons flying around. And for some reason, it now seemed perfectly rational that Moz, of all people, would have one.
Moz stepped off the lift, the dragon wrapped around him and peering at Neal like the shy child it was.
“Neal – you’re not going to tell the Suit about this, right?” Moz was worried about the strangest things.
“No – I don’t think I am. Peter may be broad minded, but this is not something I think he’s really ready to know about.”
FIN
Prompt: Accidental baby acquisition. No one said it had to be human.
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Mozzie (Friendship)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers:
Word Count: ~700
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Neal goes looking for Moz and is rather startled to discover his friend has a roommate, of sorts.
A/N: Written as comment fic for
attackfish, back in September, for the Tropes Meme. Prompt at the end of the story.”Neal finally tracked Mozzie down in Friday, his personal favorite safe house.
It had been more than a week since he'd seen or heard from him, and he'd become worried about his friend. It wasn't like Moz to go for more than a day or two without showing up at his apartment and helping himself to the best bottles of wine.
Normally, Friday was out of his radius, but he explained to Peter, who called it into the Marshals, after extracting a promise to tell him what, if anything was going on. Peter considered Mozzie a friend, too. If it wasn't for the fact that it was date night with Elizabeth and there was pot roast in the oven, Peter would have gone with him.
In retrospect, it was a good thing that Neal breached the confines on the "abandoned" warehouse near the Gowanus Canal without him, because what he found was fairly inexplicable, even by “Mozzie” standards.
Neal let himself into the warehouse and found his friend on his hands and knees, eye to eye with what looked like a small and very blue dragon, complete with slowly flexing wings. Neal blinked and shook his head, thinking to clear his vision. Maybe it was a kinetic sculpture. Or some rare and exotic stuffed toy. Or a hologram.
Because it couldn't be a real dragon.
He must have made a noise, because the dragon looked up, gave a squawk (complete with a tiny burst of flame) and fluttered awkwardly up to the rafters.
"Moz?"
"Damn it, Neal - do you know how long it's going to take me to get Cedric down from there? Do you know how long it's taken me to get him to trust me? You’ve ruined everything and now I've got to start from scratch."
Neal looked from Moz to the thing perched on an iron cross beam, the blue of its skin slowly changing to match the surrounding colors. As he watched, it became nearly invisible - only the slight motion of its wings gave its position away.
"What the hell is that?" Neal was getting just a little freaked out.
"Watch your language - it's just a baby."
"A baby what?" Neal was afraid to hear the answer.
"What does it look like? A baby rhinoceros?" Moz gave him that face. "A baby dragon."
Neal took off his hat and examined the inside lining, wondering when it got so worn. Anything to avoid thinking about what he just saw and heard.
Moz circled around the floor of the warehouse, collecting an odd assortment of things – a hard case with Cyrillic lettering stenciled on in (Soviet military surplus, most likely), a set of keys and cigarette lighter.
Neal watched as his friend started up a scissor-lift and raised it to the rafters. He had exchanged his horn-rimmed glasses for a set of infrared goggles (the contents of the case) and was scanning the area where the baby dragon had disappeared. Mozzie must have spotted the creature because he held out his arm and of all things, began to flick the cigarette lighter.
Neal gasped as Moz staggered back, crashing into the safety gate, his arms suddenly fully of a blue baby dragon. The scissor lift descended slowly, giving Neal time to adjust his world view. By the time he was face-to-face with Mozzie’s new friend, he pretty much accepted that there really were dragons flying around. And for some reason, it now seemed perfectly rational that Moz, of all people, would have one.
Moz stepped off the lift, the dragon wrapped around him and peering at Neal like the shy child it was.
“Neal – you’re not going to tell the Suit about this, right?” Moz was worried about the strangest things.
“No – I don’t think I am. Peter may be broad minded, but this is not something I think he’s really ready to know about.”
Prompt: Accidental baby acquisition. No one said it had to be human.
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Date: 2013-01-26 11:03 pm (UTC)Thank you!