A/N: My first WC fic. Just a drabblish thing really. Don't think it's anything special. Thought I'd post it anyway. Hope someone enjoys. Reviews are love!
Disclaimer: White Collar and all related characters (Neal Caffrey included!) sadly do not belong to me.
Time
Time is relative.
Prison time even more so.
Things go more slowly on the inside.
A week feels like month…
A month a year…
Four years… an eternity.
Nights were the worst. Everything was quiet and time stretched out before you.
Neal would tally off the days on his wall calendar and think of Kate… her sparkling blue eyes… her smile...
He'd see her face in the darkness and it would give him strength.
Prison time was slow time.
Often he would think of Peter. Of the game they had played. He had known relatively early in those days that Peter would catch him. The only real question had been when… how long could he dance just out of reach?
Three years.
In the end he couldn't regret it. He'd known the consequences and ultimately it had been far too much fun.
All time was relative anyway.
Three years matching wits with an FBI agent… four years in prison… then the game could begin again… and maybe next time he wouldn't be caught.
Prison time was slow time and it was not an experience he wanted to repeat.
Kate was waiting though… and the world held far too many interesting things, the wit of one Peter Burke among them.
In the dark, lying on his cot, Neal smiled.
Time was relative.
This too would pass and somehow it was all worth it.
End.