Hello dears!
This drabble has been born from thinking of a funny way Peter would meet a certain someone in my canon AU for White Collar. I don't plan to write an actual fanfic for this canon AU, or not yet at least. The canon AU is used for a RP blog for Neal, which you can find at blackwingthief dot tumblr dot com. Let me tell you, while there's a big reveal in this drabble, there's way more when you check the infos of the canon AU 8D
Surprise, surprise!
Peter stormed in, eyes finding right away the well dressed young man as said young man froze, upper body hidden inside his fridge as he seemed to look for food. The older male walked forward, one eyebrow lifting as he realized something felt… different. While Neal wore his usual pants and shirt, even the blasted hat; Peter squinted a bit at the fingerless gloves he could see from the hand resting on the fridge's door. And when he was close enough, he noticed Neal seemed to wear a long, silky black scarf.
Oh well, Peter would store the dressing style change for later examination. Right now, he had more important things to do.
"El wants you for dinner Neal, she's been going crazy since we found out it was your birthday-What are you doing?"
As Peter had taken the last few steps that separated him from Neal, the younger male suddenly grabbed a pack of ham to put it right into the agent's face. Peter leaned back, squinting, before he tried to tug the pack down. Except, Neal moved it backward and out of reach. The older man frowned, aware that the pack of ham seemed to practically shield the other man's face.
"… Neal?" Peter's voice was laced with suspicion, and Neal's shoulders stiffened. "Neal."
No sooner than the stern call of Neal's name was given, Peter heard muffled snickers. The man whirled toward the source of the sound, and froze in deep confusion as Neal watched him from his sitting place on the couch with deep amusement. Though, wariness laid just under the amusement; and Peter's mind worked fast about the cause.
The agent half turned, taking into the one he had thought to be Neal. The young man had closed the fridge, lowering the pack of ham to reveal heterochromatic eyes. Blue and Green of bright shades gazed with deep apprehension at the older man, glancing down in silence while Peter looked up and down the male's form. Now that he stood at full height, Peter could see he seemed taller than Neal, and a bit younger. His hairs were fully black; and as Peter suspected, he was really wearing Neal's pants and shirt. And the hat.
Neal never let anyone take his hat. But it was not the reason Peter had thought this young man had been Neal. The clothes had played a part, but now that the FBI agent could see the man's face, there was only one conclusion Peter could come to.
"Uh, well, Peter, meet Jack." Neal's voice sounded, closer. The ex conman had walked to them, though he stepped past Peter to stand beside Jack. He laid a hand on the Jack's shoulder, his face showing that same awkwardness that his voice had betrayed. "My younger brother."
Peter's eyes widened, eyebrows vanishing into his hairs.
Well then. A brother. Peter had always wondered about his CI's past, but to actually know something like this… And to witness Neal acting less than confident, even sharing his brother's fidgety embarrassment…
Peter wondered when it became his own birthday.
The end.