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elrhiarhodanTitle: Forget About Me (Don’t You)
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Peter/Elizabeth
Spoilers: NONE
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: NONE
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Prompt: #084 - Kiss
Summary: Peter’s forgotten more than his anniversary.
Originally written way back in September, 2012, for a Tropes Meme Comment Fic fest on my LJ. The trope was Amnesia. It also fills the WC100 prompt “Kiss.” For some reason, I never republished it.
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“Neal, tell me this isn't happening. Please.” Elizabeth sank down into an uncomfortable chair in the small waiting area down the hall from Peter's hospital room.
Neal stood there, hands in his pockets, shirt rumpled, tie missing, and three days worth of beard darkening his face. "El - I'm so sorry. I don't know why this happened."
Three days ago, driving back from a witness interview in White Plains, Peter's car was hit by a truck. A garbage truck backing up. The damage should have been minimal - the Taurus was stopped and the garbage truck was going less than five miles an hour. Except that the airbag went off, and the cover plate didn't unhinge properly. It hit Peter square in the forehead, resulting in brain trauma.
He had been in a coma - medically induced - for those three days, but the swelling had reduced and the bleeding had stopped, so they brought him out of it. Both Elizabeth and Neal were by his side when he woke up.
Elizabeth had done her best not to break down when Peter was under, and donned a carefully happy smile as his eyes opened. She'd been warned that there could be some brain damage, but she wasn't expecting this.
"Hi, hon." El had reached out to clasp her husband's hand. They had taken off his wedding ring and it looked naked and unhealthy without it. "How are you feeling?"
He gave her a puzzled smile and just said, "I've got a bad headache."
She leaned over the bed rail and tried to press a kiss against his lips, but Peter just jerked away.
"Hon? What’s the matter?"
He gave her another puzzled look. "You're an awfully pretty woman, but do you really think you should go around kissing complete strangers?"
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Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Peter/Elizabeth
Spoilers: NONE
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: NONE
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Prompt: #084 - Kiss
Summary: Peter’s forgotten more than his anniversary.
Originally written way back in September, 2012, for a Tropes Meme Comment Fic fest on my LJ. The trope was Amnesia. It also fills the WC100 prompt “Kiss.” For some reason, I never republished it.
“Neal, tell me this isn't happening. Please.” Elizabeth sank down into an uncomfortable chair in the small waiting area down the hall from Peter's hospital room.
Neal stood there, hands in his pockets, shirt rumpled, tie missing, and three days worth of beard darkening his face. "El - I'm so sorry. I don't know why this happened."
Three days ago, driving back from a witness interview in White Plains, Peter's car was hit by a truck. A garbage truck backing up. The damage should have been minimal - the Taurus was stopped and the garbage truck was going less than five miles an hour. Except that the airbag went off, and the cover plate didn't unhinge properly. It hit Peter square in the forehead, resulting in brain trauma.
He had been in a coma - medically induced - for those three days, but the swelling had reduced and the bleeding had stopped, so they brought him out of it. Both Elizabeth and Neal were by his side when he woke up.
Elizabeth had done her best not to break down when Peter was under, and donned a carefully happy smile as his eyes opened. She'd been warned that there could be some brain damage, but she wasn't expecting this.
"Hi, hon." El had reached out to clasp her husband's hand. They had taken off his wedding ring and it looked naked and unhealthy without it. "How are you feeling?"
He gave her a puzzled smile and just said, "I've got a bad headache."
She leaned over the bed rail and tried to press a kiss against his lips, but Peter just jerked away.
"Hon? What’s the matter?"
He gave her another puzzled look. "You're an awfully pretty woman, but do you really think you should go around kissing complete strangers?"
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Date: 2014-08-05 10:33 am (UTC)It'll take another few kisses, but Peter will remember, of course.