So, I was searching for some White Collar stories and came across a prompt in the White Collar Hurt/Comfort Community on LJ. Well, It's a Chuck/White Collar crossover so I couldn't resist...

Prompt: White Collar/Chuck Crossover, Timeline - Season 4 White Collar, any Chuck

Hey! This is the first time I'm posting here so hopefully I've got this more or less right. This prompt (request?) is really nostalgia on my part, really, but I liked this idea too much to let it go, so here goes:

Prompt: (Bryce!)Neal wakes up in Los Angeles and the only memory he has is Peter Burke is in prison and he needs to find Chuck Bartowski.

Notes: Whether or not Neal is really Bryce is up to the writer; I'm not picky. As for pairings - I'd rather if it were gen or canon pairings, butI'm ok with most ships - het or slash. If anyone's interested, have fun!

Optional: Team Bartowski thinks they've found a man they thought was dead while back in New York, everyone believes Neal either ran with the evidence or James Bennett killed him to get it.

Part 1 – Find Chuck

He groaned and stirred. Rolling onto his side, the first thing he noticed was the hard ground and little stones poking into him. A moment later, his senses returned to him.

Peter!

He shot up and almost barrelled down the person standing in front of him.

"Careful, man," the person said in a dull, slow tone, "after a night like yours, you need to take things slow."

"What?" he questioned, pushing back so that he was standing. His hand pressed against his head like it should but hurting, but it wasn't.

He was fine, wasn't he? Nothing hurt, except where little bits of the road had poked into him.

He focused on the person in front of him. He was a forty-something year old man, balding and possessing a bulging beer belly.

"You have a card?" the man asked, "like this." He passed him a card with the words; 'My name is Jeff and I'm lost', printed on it.

"Uh, no," he responded, passing the man back his card. "But, I'm Neal." Neal... he knew that there must be more to that name but he couldn't remember. There was something he had to do.

"I need-" his voice trailed off as he remembered.

Peter. He needed to save Peter. Peter was in prison and it was his fault. There was something else...

"How about you come inside?" Jeff suggested, placing a hand on Neal's arm.

Neal let himself be led inside as he tried to figure out what he was doing here. Peter was in New York but, this most certainly was not New York.

He fiddled in the pockets of his pants; the only clothing item he seemed to be wearing. His legs trembled unsteadily.

"Oh, that's cold!" he winced as his feet made contact with the cold tile inside. Jeff just nodded sagely and directed him to a green plastic chair.

This appeared to be the employee's room, Neal realised. The urge to look around was instantly suppressed as his fingers brushed a sheet of paper in his pocket.

Elated, he pulled it out and smoothed it out. There were only three words scrawled on it; 'Find Chuck Bartowski'.

"Oh, Chuck," Jeff said, looking over his shoulder at the note. "I'll get him."

"Thank you," Neal responded, looking over the piece of paper. He twisted it, flipped it but the message didn't change and there was nothing else written on it. It looked like it had been torn from a notebook or something, so no clues there. "Why, Chuck?" he questioned aloud.

The door opened and he looked up. Suddenly, his head hurt and his vision flickered. Images and symbols appeared, flashing in front of his vision and fading out just as fast. Static and a ringing sound in his ears.

A younger picture of a man with curly hair and an excited smile, Chuck Bartoski; Stanford University – everything went black.

Chuck watched in shock as the man slid to the floor. His mouth had dropped open when he laid eyes on him; a man who looked to be Bryce's duplicate, but when he spotted the man's eyelids fluttering and his body twitching, he moved.

"Jeff, get Casey!" Chuck ordered, surging forward.

Pulse was a little faster than what could be considered normal. Chuck placed cupped the man's face – God! Just like Bryce! – and sighed in relief as the fit seemed to pass.

"Bartowski, this had better be important or-" Casey's voice trailed off as he got a good look at the person Chuck was helping, "Larkin."

"I don't know," Chuck responded in a quick, breathless voice, "we didn't, we didn't have a chance to speak before he fainted. I think he, he flashed."

"Larkin has an Intersect?" Casey questioned.

"We don't know if he's Bryce!" Chuck snapped back. Casey stepped back, a little shocked at the demand in Chuck's voice.

"Fine. What now?"

They moved the man to Castle, their hidden spy base below the Buy More. Casey carried him and dropped him into one of their interrogation chairs.

"He's got the scars," Casey pointed out, poking the man's chest where there were small round scars. One near his heart from when Casey shot him and one lower where he bled out a bullet shot by a Ring agent.

Chuck was silent, his face stony. The man in front of him certainly could be Bryce but, Chuck had seen Bryce die. He had been there when he passed, seen Sarah scream for him and had been unable to save him.

So, who was this?

"Blood tests might confirm it," Casey suggested.

"Do it," Chuck agreed. He placed his hand on the man's forehead. It was clammy and he didn't like it. Could the Intersect be damaging him? "I'm going to get the Intersect Removal Program."

Neal stirred for the second time that day. His became instantly aware of something strapping his wrists down, holding them to the chair he was in. He opened his eyes to a cold room, empty of everything except some tools and a computer terminal.

For reasons he didn't understand, this was terrifying. His blood pressure spiked and he couldn't breathe. Everything tensed and he couldn't cry out. He couldn't even think, beyond; no, no, no, nonononono.

His eyes snapped to the door as it opened. It was Chuck.

"Calm down," he insisted. His hands were held up in a no-weapons position. "We removed the Intersect from your head and just need to run a few tests." It was the truth, although the tests they were running had nothing to do with the Intersect.

"Huh?" Neal had no idea what 'the Intersect' was. He noticed the way Chuck seemed to open up at his visible confusion. Or maybe he got some joy from Neal's confusion, he didn't know.

"It's sort of like a computer of government information, which is downloaded to the human brain."

"And I had one. In my brain?" Neal suppressed revolution at the thought.

"We think it might have done some damage," Chuck admitted, "what do you remember?"

Neal rolled his head along the back of the chair.

"I woke up out the back of a Buy More and Jeff let me in," he responded honestly.

Chuck's mouth twitched like Neal had said something funny.

"Before that," he said.

Neal frowned. Before that, there was nothing. Blackness. Except – he began pulling at his restrains;

"There's a man in New York; Peter!" This was important. "He needs help! And, the paper said to find Chuck Bartowski; can you help?"

Chuck was taken aback. His hands reached out even as his body recoiled. Neal wouldn't accept no for an answer.

"Please!" he begged, his voice loud in the small room, "please, we have to save Peter! I can't leave him! Please!"

"Okay!" Chuck burst out in response. Relieved, Neal leant back and relaxed a little. "Okay," Chuck repeated, "we'll help your friend but, let us help you first, okay?"

Neal nodded and tried to ignore how uncomfortable he was. He desired to break free of the restraints but, he needed Chuck to help him; it was a show of faith.

Beyond the two-way and out of sight, Chuck emerged from the room and shared a panicked look with his wife. Sarah had a similar look on her face as they both were wondering what had happened to Bryce.

However, Casey had a slight frown on his face. He stood tall and almost growled.

"Seriously, Chuck?" he questioned in a scolding tone, "you're going to help him? We don't know who this 'Peter' is or how Bryce is alive. For all we know it could be a trap." The blood tests had already proved that the man they had strapped inside was Bryce Larkin; an ex-CIA agent who had been killed in action.

"Casey, the Intersect destroyed almost all of his memory," Chuck announced in a sad tone. Sarah twitched at that, she had only lost about four or five years to a faulty Intersect, she couldn't image what it would be like to lose everything. "Peter is the only thing he remembers so, we should find him anyway. He could be a clue as to how Bryce survived."

"Chuck is right," Sarah said, taking a deep breath. "Where do we start?"

"Search for any Peters in New York, I guess," Chuck responded.

Casey scoffed in response; that could take years and he was glad that he didn't have any part in this search.