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elrhiarhodanTitle: The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
Prompt: White Collar 100 – #003: Hunt
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Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth Burke
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Gesundheit! AND STAY DOWN
Author’s Notes: Although this fill is for Prompt 003 (Hunt), it follows the events for Prompt 004 (Target) - Target Acquired. All of you with the wibbles, please take a deep breath.
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That afternoon, no man is ever so thankful to have allergies as Peter Burke. Sitting with Neal and El, he should have been enjoying lunch al fresco, but the tree pollen is playing havoc with his nasal membranes and every few minutes, he rubs at his eyes, clears the back of his throat and sneezes. He looks at Caffrey, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed and hates him. His eyes never get bloodshot from rubbing, his nose doesn’t turn bright red from constant blowing and he certainly doesn’t need to make disgusting sounds trying to clear an itch deep inside his ears.
When he thinks about it afterward, he also realizes that Neal Caffrey probably never started to sneeze and saved his own life.
Between one moment and the next, Peter lifts his head back to let out a sneeze, Neal shouts “you’ve been targeted,” pushes him to the ground and he's surrounded by the sound of shattering glass and screams.
His first thought is Elizabeth, and his heart stops when he doesn’t see her. Then he feels her hand on his chest and then her lips on his cheek.
Peter starts to get up, but Neal shoves him back on the ground. “Stay down - the sniper may still be hunting for you.”
Peter drags El inside the restaurant with the admonition to stay put, and he goes outside to find Neal. He ignores the other man’s glare and tries to find the shooter’s perch.
Neal hold out his arm, pointing up at the fourth floor of the building across the street. “There - see the gunsight?”
Peter nods. “The shooter’s long gone.”
“Think it’s the same person that was behind Mentor?” Neal’s voice is surprisingly steady.
“Very likely.” Peter’s voice is grim. “I think it’s time for the hunter to become the hunted.”
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Prompt: White Collar 100 – #003: Hunt
Author:
elrhiarhodan Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth Burke
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Gesundheit! AND STAY DOWN
Author’s Notes: Although this fill is for Prompt 003 (Hunt), it follows the events for Prompt 004 (Target) - Target Acquired. All of you with the wibbles, please take a deep breath.
That afternoon, no man is ever so thankful to have allergies as Peter Burke. Sitting with Neal and El, he should have been enjoying lunch al fresco, but the tree pollen is playing havoc with his nasal membranes and every few minutes, he rubs at his eyes, clears the back of his throat and sneezes. He looks at Caffrey, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed and hates him. His eyes never get bloodshot from rubbing, his nose doesn’t turn bright red from constant blowing and he certainly doesn’t need to make disgusting sounds trying to clear an itch deep inside his ears.
When he thinks about it afterward, he also realizes that Neal Caffrey probably never started to sneeze and saved his own life.
Between one moment and the next, Peter lifts his head back to let out a sneeze, Neal shouts “you’ve been targeted,” pushes him to the ground and he's surrounded by the sound of shattering glass and screams.
His first thought is Elizabeth, and his heart stops when he doesn’t see her. Then he feels her hand on his chest and then her lips on his cheek.
Peter starts to get up, but Neal shoves him back on the ground. “Stay down - the sniper may still be hunting for you.”
Peter drags El inside the restaurant with the admonition to stay put, and he goes outside to find Neal. He ignores the other man’s glare and tries to find the shooter’s perch.
Neal hold out his arm, pointing up at the fourth floor of the building across the street. “There - see the gunsight?”
Peter nods. “The shooter’s long gone.”
“Think it’s the same person that was behind Mentor?” Neal’s voice is surprisingly steady.
“Very likely.” Peter’s voice is grim. “I think it’s time for the hunter to become the hunted.”
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