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Title: You Can’t Tame the Wind
Author:
elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers: Various episode references, no late S4 spoilers
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Peter can’t stop worry about the risks Neal takes.
A/N: Published as birthday fic for my very dear friend,
doctor_fangeek, and based on a prompt she gave me in a long-ago prompt fest. Consider this to be part of the Paladin ‘Verse. Updated and significantly expanded for
hc_bingo, Round 4, for the square "Forced to Face Fear".
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For as long as he’d known Neal, Peter understood that the man thrived on danger. Neal may have disliked guns and had a strong aversion to violence, but he was also something of an adrenaline junkie. After all, the first time they met face to face, hadn’t Neal jumped off the Rialto Bridge in Venice? And the second time, didn’t he defenestrate himself in Prague?
Prison might have taught him a lot of things, but caution wasn’t one of them.
Peter stopped counting the number of near-heart attacks Neal had given him, but seeing him leap out the window of judge’s fourth-story chambers and jump between the Roosevelt Island tram cars were in the top ten. He hadn’t seen it, and he still wasn’t sure he believed it either, but even the thought of Neal parachuting off a forty-ninth floor penthouse was enough to make him wish he had one of those little spray canisters of nitroglycerine that men with heart conditions carry.
Still, as much as Neal took terrible risks, there was always a point to them – usually to escape from the consequences of his own folly (or thievery) – but sometimes to save lives. In a way, Peter understood Neal’s actions – they made Neal, well, Neal. The man he loved almost as much as he loved his life.
It was a terrible dichotomy – he hated the thought of Neal in jeopardy. But taming Neal, turning him into someone who thought more about his personal safety than about doing the right thing, would be like caging a great cat. Not just caging it, but declawing it and pulling its teeth and making it into some kind of vegetarian.
It was a problem that kept him up for way too many nights. Like tonight, after watching Neal draw a gunman’s fire, getting shot in the process. Thank god for that bulletproof vest. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here, in this bed – the three of them – satiated and safe.
He rolled over and tried to still his unquiet mind.
“What’s the matter?” Neal leaned up on one elbow, speaking in a nearly inaudible whisper.
“Nothing.” Peter rolled to his other side, facing towards El now. Thank goodness his wife slept like the dead.
“It’s not nothing.”
He tried to ignore the hand on his shoulder, the warm, smooth palm trying to give him some comfort. He heard Neal sigh and the covers shifted as he relaxed back against the pillows. Peter tried to let the tension uncoil, but how could it when Neal spooned against him and said, “I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
But how could he? How could he try to tame the wind?
FIN
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Spoilers: Various episode references, no late S4 spoilers
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Peter can’t stop worry about the risks Neal takes.
A/N: Published as birthday fic for my very dear friend,
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For as long as he’d known Neal, Peter understood that the man thrived on danger. Neal may have disliked guns and had a strong aversion to violence, but he was also something of an adrenaline junkie. After all, the first time they met face to face, hadn’t Neal jumped off the Rialto Bridge in Venice? And the second time, didn’t he defenestrate himself in Prague?
Prison might have taught him a lot of things, but caution wasn’t one of them.
Peter stopped counting the number of near-heart attacks Neal had given him, but seeing him leap out the window of judge’s fourth-story chambers and jump between the Roosevelt Island tram cars were in the top ten. He hadn’t seen it, and he still wasn’t sure he believed it either, but even the thought of Neal parachuting off a forty-ninth floor penthouse was enough to make him wish he had one of those little spray canisters of nitroglycerine that men with heart conditions carry.
Still, as much as Neal took terrible risks, there was always a point to them – usually to escape from the consequences of his own folly (or thievery) – but sometimes to save lives. In a way, Peter understood Neal’s actions – they made Neal, well, Neal. The man he loved almost as much as he loved his life.
It was a terrible dichotomy – he hated the thought of Neal in jeopardy. But taming Neal, turning him into someone who thought more about his personal safety than about doing the right thing, would be like caging a great cat. Not just caging it, but declawing it and pulling its teeth and making it into some kind of vegetarian.
It was a problem that kept him up for way too many nights. Like tonight, after watching Neal draw a gunman’s fire, getting shot in the process. Thank god for that bulletproof vest. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here, in this bed – the three of them – satiated and safe.
He rolled over and tried to still his unquiet mind.
“What’s the matter?” Neal leaned up on one elbow, speaking in a nearly inaudible whisper.
“Nothing.” Peter rolled to his other side, facing towards El now. Thank goodness his wife slept like the dead.
“It’s not nothing.”
He tried to ignore the hand on his shoulder, the warm, smooth palm trying to give him some comfort. He heard Neal sigh and the covers shifted as he relaxed back against the pillows. Peter tried to let the tension uncoil, but how could it when Neal spooned against him and said, “I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
But how could he? How could he try to tame the wind?
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Date: 2013-07-06 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-08 01:31 pm (UTC)I do think Neal's risk-taking keeps Peter up at night, even if Neal's not in his bed.
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Date: 2013-07-06 07:06 pm (UTC)Always, thank you for postingand feeding my reading addiction :D
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Date: 2013-07-08 01:38 pm (UTC)They probably both drive each other crazy - and El even more so...
But at least Peter doesn't jump between trams suspended 200 feet above the East River!
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Date: 2013-07-06 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-08 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-06 08:30 pm (UTC)One of the things I love about Peter is that he understands Neal's nature and would never try to change him. A more law-abiding Neal would be appreciated, I'm sure, but only as long as it's still Neal.
Loved it!!!
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Date: 2013-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Yes, Peter does understand Neal, and why he does what he does.
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Date: 2013-07-06 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 03:11 pm (UTC)And you're right - you can't protect everyone from every danger.
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Date: 2013-07-07 01:57 am (UTC)William Arthur Ward
Lovely ficlet. How can you not adore these two men! You captured their vulnerability.
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Date: 2013-07-11 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-07 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-07 06:08 am (UTC)I remember this piece from Promptfest - I loved it then, and I love it just as much now. Beautiful & poignant. Thanks so much.
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Date: 2013-07-11 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-07 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 03:19 pm (UTC)And yes, sometimes canon falls short in the emotional component.
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Date: 2013-07-07 09:42 am (UTC)That's exactly the friction between the two oft them. Neal takes risks because he can't help himself and Peter is always dying thousand deaths. But he can't change the guy because that is what Neal is all about. And Peter even loves Neal for it as well, even though he sometimes wants to kick bis ass for taking those risks.
Thanks for writing and sharing, can't wait for more.
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Date: 2013-07-08 04:06 pm (UTC)And you're right - this is what drives their relationship, even in canon.
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Date: 2013-07-07 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-08 01:45 pm (UTC)There's always the balance between the Neal we love and the Neal we want him to become.
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Date: 2013-07-07 11:09 pm (UTC)Does Neal guess that Peter is restless because of him? I hope he knows it's love and not just, y'know, "What will Neal do next time?"
(Oh dear. Neal defenestrating himself in Prague made me giggle. I love a good obscure historical reference!)
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Date: 2013-07-08 01:43 pm (UTC)Oh, Neal knows it's love. That's a given.
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Date: 2013-07-08 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-08 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-08 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 02:57 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2013-07-09 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-09 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-11 02:58 pm (UTC)Neal worries about Peter, just as much - but I think his fears are less choate, more nebulous.