Address on File, Part Six


Title: Address on File, Part Six
Prompt: #5, Case
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal
Word count: 290
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: A slip of the tongue?
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse, which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.
LINK TO PART ONE

~oOo~

Neal was waiting at the door, looking like he wanted to propel himself down the front steps. Peter smiled up at him and shook his head. “Don’t you dare leave that house!”

“I know, Peter. Don’t worry--I won’t set off the anklet. Now get in here!”

Peter nodded, waiting only to put his good arm around El as they climbed up the steps together. A minute later they were wrapped in a three way hug as Neal tried to squeeze the life out of them, somehow managing not to jostle Peter’s shoulder in the process.

“I missed you, Dad,” Neal whispered. “And you too, Elizabeth,” he added, breaking apart from them. “Was he a monster in the hospital?”

El laughed. “He was surprisingly well behaved--but he kept worrying about his caseload . . .”

Peter stopped paying attention to her words. He was too busy staring at Neal.

Neal had never called him ‘Dad’ before, except to tease him or for the benefit of an audience. Maybe it had just slipped out? Not that Peter minded--why should he? He thought of Neal as his son. And someday he’d make it official. But if it kept slipping out, it would take a little getting used to.

“Peter, your wife is talking to you,” Neal said, calling him back to the present.

“I don’t want you working on a single case while you’re recovering,” El was saying. “Neal, make sure he obeys. I can’t take another day off, so you’re in charge.”

Neal flashed him a wicked grin. “Yes, Ma’am. Don‘t worry, I’ll make sure my old man walks the line.”

Peter rolled his eyes. Trust this to be the one rule Neal followed to the letter.

PART SEVEN

Address on File, Part Five

Title: Address on File, Part Five
Prompt: #4, target 
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Neal circles the date of Peter's homecoming . . .
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse, which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.
LINK TO PART ONE

Neal circled the target date on the calendar: Tuesday. This Tuesday. As in tomorrow. Despite what the doctors called ‘minor complications,’ Peter was coming home.

This was the longest he’d gone without Peter’s company since they first cut their deal. Even when back in prison he'd seen the man. Hell, the only other time that came close was when Peter had taken Elizabeth on their anniversary vacation.

He hadn’t really missed Peter that time. Well, maybe a little. Even then, he’d known how much he liked working with Peter and teasing Peter and getting annoyed with Peter and forgiving Peter. And even then he’d recognized Peter as just what he needed in an authority figure. Really, he had. He’d known that Peter was firm enough to keep him on track and flexible enough to allow him to think outside the box. That’s why he had risked the ‘exigent circumstances’ ploy.

Still, he’d been relieved when Peter left town. He had a whole week without Peter’s eyes on him—although Peter had probably checked his location every hour while he was away.

It was different now. He wanted Peter here; he wanted to fuss over the man; he wanted to keep the man from getting grouchy and bitchy during his recovery. He wanted to feel the man’s hand on his shoulder or arm or the small of his back, because he missed the innocent-yet-possessive way Peter touched him when they were together. He wanted to pull Peter into his arms until he was almost hugging the life out of him and scold him for getting shot, for scaring Neal that way.

He wanted to remind Peter that he had already lost Kate, the love of his life. He couldn’t afford to lose his father figure—his Dad—too.

LINK TO PART SIX

Address on File, Part Four


Title: Address on File, Part Four
Prompt: #3, Hunt
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters: Peter
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Peter looks back on the hunt . . .
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse, which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.
LINK TO PART ONE

~oOo~

Peter stared up at the ceiling. El was dozing beside him in a chair, but Neal was conspicuously absent--although not by his choice. Hughes had placed the kid under house arrest while Peter recovered. But Hughes, per Neal's request, had agreed to confine him to Peter's house instead of his rooms at June's.

So Neal was holding down the fort: taking care of Satchmo, making calls, packing clothes for El (delivered by the little guy) and making himself at home. Peter was grateful to him. And proud of him too. He knew how attractive domesticity was to Neal--but he knew it didn't come naturally to him.

He closed his eyes, thinking back to the years he had spent chasing the kid. He had enjoyed the hunt. It had never been the game that Neal had thought it was--Neal still had trouble understanding that his actions had consequences--but Peter had enjoyed piecing together the erratic and sometimes playful clues Caffrey had left him.

He hadn’t enjoyed arresting Neal. Yeah, there was a certain satisfaction in bringing him to justice, but Peter had always suspected that Neal needed a swift kick in the ass far more than four years in prison. Peter still remembered Neal’s look when he heard the sentence. It had been half shell-shocked and half resigned.

Peter sighed, struggling to bring his mind back to the present. The hospital drugs were clouding his thoughts.

He hoped he could keep Neal satisfied with mundane tasks for the next several weeks. Letting Caffrey get bored was not a good idea. He had about as much impulse control as a five-year-old. Maybe Hughes would let them work on a few cases from home.

Or maybe mundane, family responsibilities were exactly what Neal needed. Peter would find out soon enough.

LINK TO PART FIVE

Address on File, Part Three


Title: Address on File, Part Three
Prompt: #2, Catch
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal, Mozzie
Word count: 276
Warnings/Spoilers
: None
Summary: Neal offends Mozzie's sensibilities . . .
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse, which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.
LINK TO PART ONE


"This is wrong," Mozzie complained as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door to the Burkes' bedroom. "You're disrespecting Mrs. Suit--a woman whom, may I remind you, you're supposed to be thinking of as your step mother. That's what she'll become if the Suit goes through with this crazy idea to adopt you."

Neal rolled his eyes as he snatched a few bras and panties from the dresser. "For the tenth time, Elizabeth asked me to pack her a bag of clothes so she can stay at the hospital. Sorry to trample on your Victorian sensibilities, but that includes undergarments. And why is it a crazy idea?"
 
"Let's just say that you and the Suit belong to different worlds."

"Not anymore," Neal said as he folded the underwear into the bag and moved onto Elizabeth's jeans.

"The Suit's still going to consider you a problem child, Neal."

"Why should he? I think I'm quite the catch as a son. I keep Peter on his toes, and make him more effective on the job."

"And take care of his dog and his house while he's indisposed."

"Exactly." Neal paused and sat down on the bed. "I can't believe I watched him get shot today, Moz. And it could have been worse. If he hadn't been wearing a vest . . ."

Moz walked over to him and put a hand on his arm. "But he was. They already have the bullet out of his shoulder. He'll be ok, Neal. And you're right."

"About what?"

He sighed. "You are a catch. And the Suit's smart enough to know that."

LINK TO PART FOUR 

Address on File, Part Two


Title: Address on File, Part Two
Prompt: #1, Clue
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal, Peter, Elizabeth
Word count: 255
Warnings/Spoilers
: None
Summary: With Peter stuck  in the hospital, Neal begins to discover what it's like to be a Burke . . .
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse, which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.
LINK TO PART ONE

~oOo~

Neal resumed his seat at the side of Peter's hospital bed, opposite Elizabeth. "Hughes is putting me under house arrest until you're back on duty--but he's letting me stay at your place. I have to leave with Jones now, though."

Peter's eyes were drooping, but he nodded. "Okay."

"Think of this as a mitzvah for me, Neal," Elizabeth added. "If you hold down the homefront, I can stay here."

"Yeah," Peter said. "We need you to take care of Satch. You can't walk him, so just feed him and let him into the yard. And then we need--" he broke off to catch his breath. "We need you to make calls. El--"

"I'll give you a list," she finished, flashing Neal a warm smile. "Let all the relatives know what's happened, and then keep them updated, ok?"

Neal blinked as he imagined cold-calling the Burkes' relations. "Of course. I'll put them at ease--they won't feel like they're getting the news from a stranger."

"Oh, honey, all our relatives know who you are," Elizabeth assured him. "They know you're family. Listen, my sister might come to Brooklyn. Give her the guestroom and take our room. If anyone else wants to come, make arrangements for a hotel."

"Right. So, ah, this is what it's like to be a Burke? Managing everyone and taking care of everything?"

Peter grunted. "What was your first clue? Do you want out?"

Neal grinned and shook his head. "No--you're stuck with me."

LINK TO PART THREE

Address on File

Title: Address on File
Prompt: File
Author: JRosemary
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal, Hughes
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary:  Neal has to negotiate with Hughes
Notes: Written for White Collar 100 Community; part of my My Old Man verse which explores the father-son aspect of the relationship between Peter and Neal.

~oOo~

Hughes paused outside the hospital room. Peter was awake; Elizabeth and Neal were sitting on either side of his bed. Only family was allowed in the ICU, but Caffrey had insisted he was Peter's son--and Jones, Diana and Elizabeth had jumped to corroborate his story.

But 'son' or not, Caffrey was still under Peter's supervision. While Peter was recovering from the gunshot to his shoulder, Hughes had to put the kid under house arrest. He caught Caffrey's eye and motioned to him. Caffrey whispered something to Peter and then joined Hughes just outside the room.

"You're under house arrest, Caffrey, until Peter returns to duty."

To his astonishment, Caffrey didn't argue. "I know," he said. "But I need to be with Peter and Elizabeth. Can you confine me to their house?"

Hughes shook his head. "The address we have on file for you--"

"I was going to change it," Neal lied. "Peter's house is my new address. You can ask him."

"So he can lie just as shamelessly?"

Caffrey had the grace to blush. But then he gave Hughes a pleading look that would have melted Attila the Hun's heart. "Sir, he'll need my help while he's recovering. So will Elizabeth."

Hughes sighed. He knew Peter and Neal were drawing too close--but, in truth, if Caffrey regarded Peter as a father figure, so much the better. That gave Peter a fighting chance to exercise some control over the kid.

"Caffrey, if you so much as set foot outside the Burkes' door--"

"I won't," Neal promised.
 
"Ok. Jones can bring you over there now."

"But Peter is still here--"

"Caffrey," Hughes said in a warning tone.

The kid had enough sense not to push him any further. "Ok," he said. "Let me just say goodbye."


LINK TO PART TWO 

Neal and Alex poll


I have a poll about Neal and Alex on my White Collar blog. Do you want to see them together? Will she wreck all of Peter's hard work in keeping Neal on the straight and narrow? Should Neal save himself for Peter and Elizabeth? For Mozzie? Let me know what you think--the poll is on the sidebar. Thanks!

(For the record, I voted that Neal belongs with Peter and Elizabeth. But if I take off my OT3 glasses and stick to Peter and Neal's father-son vibe, I can tolerate Alex.)

Keep Paying it Forward

Title: Keep Paying it Forward
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Fandom: White Collar
Genre: A friendship/family fic and stand alone part of the My Old Man verse. Warning for fluffiness!
Pairing: Peter-Neal
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own White Collar
Summary: Neal’s worried about all those dinners Peter missed with Elizabeth. Tag to By the Book.

~oOo~

Neal had known the lecture was coming. He’d known even before Peter took him to task for his latest debacle. Breaking into a cigar lounge that turned out to be owned by a member of the cartel might not have been his smartest move.

But the lecture had been stewing in Peter's mind for months now. Neal had known it was coming ever since Peter had decided to go along with his con—the con wherein he convinced Peter’s neighbors that the agent was his father.

Neal hadn't expected Peter to play along. He hadn't expected Peter to look into adult adoption. And he hadn't expected the man to start introducing him to a select group of friends as his son.

Not that Neal objected. As far as he was concerned, Peter owed him the parental treatment. If there was any fairness in the universe, Neal would have grown up with Peter as his father (and Elizabeth as his gorgeous step-mother). Peter fit just about all his criteria for a dad.

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Just Like Family

Title: Just Like Family
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Fandom: White Collar
Genre: A friendship/family fic and stand alone part of the My Old Man verse. Warning for fluffiness!
Pairing: Peter-Neal
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own White Collar
Summary: Neal tries for some father-son bonding with Peter 

~oOo~


Neal woke up to a wet tongue licking his face. He smiled, but then made a face at the dog breath that accompanied the tongue. “Morning, Satch.”

He pet the dog for a few minutes and scratched behind his ears. But then he sat up and furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how best to handle Peter for the day.

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