White Collar Ficlet - For Argument's Sake
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elrhiarhodanWritten for my awesome flist - I'm filling a bunch of the prompts I gave in Promptfest IV. Most of these will be short and fluffy, sort of mental candy breaks...I hope you enjoy.
The prompt for this was Peter - Quarrel
“You’re not going to do this, Neal. You know what will happen if you do.”
Neal stood there, arms crossed over his chest, resolute, determined. “Peter I am so going to do this. You can’t stop me.”
Peter threw his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know why I even try. You’ll do what you want, without any consideration for the consequences.” He paced back and forth in the too-small confines of his office.
“I don’t know why you are making such a big deal out of this. It doesn’t affect you in the slightest.”
Peter stopped pacing and stared at Neal, he couldn’t believe that Neal would say that. “Of course it affects me. You’re going to put yourself in for a world of hurt, some pretty serious pain. You’re my friend and my partner, and it’s my right to make sure you don’t injure yourself.”
Neal sighed, frustration and affection warring within him. “Now you’re just being overprotective. There is no reason to think that anything out of the ordinary will happen. I’ve done this plenty of times before.”
Peter just shook his head. “Okay, but don’t come running to me when you’re in trouble.”
“Damn it, Peter – I’m just going across the street to buy some frozen yogurt, I'm not B.A.S.E. jumping off the roof of the FBI building.”
“You get brain freeze, Neal. I’ve seen what happens to you. You just stand there, with a hand slapped over your eye. I’ve seen you stop in the middle of the street and nearly get run over by a bus.
“I promise I’ll be a good boy and not eat it until I get back to the office. Satisfied?”
Peter sighed, and knowing that there were no way he was going to be able to stop Neal, he pulled out his wallet and handed his partner a five dollar bill. “As long as you’re going, how about bringing me back a small vanilla-chocolate swirl, with chocolate sprinkles. And I want my change.”
Neal snagged the money and bolted out of Peter’s office. He was all of the way down the stairs when he remembered something. Instead of returning back to his office, he simply called out, “You want a cherry on top?”
Hughes just happened to walk out of his office at that moment. He stopped, looked at Peter, looked at Neal and just shrugged. There were just some things he really didn’t need to know about.
The prompt for this was Peter - Quarrel
“You’re not going to do this, Neal. You know what will happen if you do.”
Neal stood there, arms crossed over his chest, resolute, determined. “Peter I am so going to do this. You can’t stop me.”
Peter threw his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know why I even try. You’ll do what you want, without any consideration for the consequences.” He paced back and forth in the too-small confines of his office.
“I don’t know why you are making such a big deal out of this. It doesn’t affect you in the slightest.”
Peter stopped pacing and stared at Neal, he couldn’t believe that Neal would say that. “Of course it affects me. You’re going to put yourself in for a world of hurt, some pretty serious pain. You’re my friend and my partner, and it’s my right to make sure you don’t injure yourself.”
Neal sighed, frustration and affection warring within him. “Now you’re just being overprotective. There is no reason to think that anything out of the ordinary will happen. I’ve done this plenty of times before.”
Peter just shook his head. “Okay, but don’t come running to me when you’re in trouble.”
“Damn it, Peter – I’m just going across the street to buy some frozen yogurt, I'm not B.A.S.E. jumping off the roof of the FBI building.”
“You get brain freeze, Neal. I’ve seen what happens to you. You just stand there, with a hand slapped over your eye. I’ve seen you stop in the middle of the street and nearly get run over by a bus.
“I promise I’ll be a good boy and not eat it until I get back to the office. Satisfied?”
Peter sighed, and knowing that there were no way he was going to be able to stop Neal, he pulled out his wallet and handed his partner a five dollar bill. “As long as you’re going, how about bringing me back a small vanilla-chocolate swirl, with chocolate sprinkles. And I want my change.”
Neal snagged the money and bolted out of Peter’s office. He was all of the way down the stairs when he remembered something. Instead of returning back to his office, he simply called out, “You want a cherry on top?”
Hughes just happened to walk out of his office at that moment. He stopped, looked at Peter, looked at Neal and just shrugged. There were just some things he really didn’t need to know about.
