This is my first "official" White Collar fic . It was written as a get well gift to my wonderful friend, Sparky Dorian.
He could stand four years of his life washed down the drain of a high security federal prison.
He could stand the anklet, the ridicule, the looks of disdain when people learned of his past.
With that anklet came the unlikely friendship that gave him the strength to endure the ghosts of past decisions and move on to a better life.
Kate's death was what shattered him. He was nothing without her. But with the help of a friendly dog and homemade meals, the grief became easier to bear.
When the grief and pain had measured out into dull remembrance, the feelings of revenge and hate took place and pushed him into places he never thought he would go.
Then one man came back into the life he thought he had long since left behind.
This man made it harder, tougher than anything he had ever faced, to let go of his past and move on.
But then the truth, the honest answer behind Kate's death opened up before him and all thoughts of the life he had before him vanished in an instant.
In a moment he was back to his old self, the plotting, scheming man that had not been extinguished but had lain hidden beneath the surface the entire time.
The explosion, the accusations, the rift between friendship, he was right back where he had started before.
Then the key, the storage unit, the view of a thousand new possibilities reflecting in every piece of stolen merchandise and shinning back at him.
Oh yes,
Things had definitely turned full circle.