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WARNING-This is a real thing that happened in the show 'White Collar.' So spoilers. The ending of the first season! But I added more to it, and a little more distrust from Neal to Peter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own White Collar! Sadly X3.

Song I listened to while writing to get more feels is called this- All Of Me : by John Legend. If you can, I advise you to listen to the song while reading this One Shot.

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His breath came out a little rapid in the morning air, each step feeling a little lighter as he walked. Neal was feeling perfect. He was going to finally be with her. Finally be with Kate. The woman he loved so so very dearly.

He was nervous, yes. But he knew that would end, very quickly, once he kissed her. He would kiss her, make up for all of the years they had missed together. All those Christmases, Valentine's Days, and Birthdays. So many holidays they had to make up for! So many! He couldn't wait to get on the plane.

The only problem was how scared he felt. Fowler let him do this, yes. But why? Why did he do this? To help the poor conman and give him a girl he has basically been dying over to find? No. This doesn't make any sense. Not at all.

Neal Caffrey made a repeat of his own-and Mozzie's-words in his mind, 'One foot in front of the other.' Neal had just about made it through the doors of the fourth hanger and was now beginning to speed walk toward his beautiful girl.

He couldn't wait. He could see her now, she was waving, ever so slightly a smile he could barely see, played on her perfect lips.

As he rose his hand, Neal smiled widely in excietement, his breathing slowing down at the beautiful sight of his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to get inside that pla-

"Neal!" A voice broke through his thoughts, causing him to whip around unexpectedly.

Neal gulped. 'Shit', he momentarily thought, seeing his FBI friend. Peter Burke. His partner. Friend...Family.

"You here to arrest me?" He barked out playfully, smiling a little, fake of course. Neal's heart panged as Peter shook his head.

"Nope, still a civilian." He chuckled, looking over at Neal. Then as Peter spoke those words, his arms flew up as if he didn't really mind being without his badge.

Neal nodded as if to just now acknowledge that he didn't have his badge or gun.

"And I know about mentor." Added Peter, catching Neal's attention fully now.

Neal just looked this time, not really moving. His arm bag staying put in a non-motion of sitting by itself no matter how hard Neal tried to shake it.

"And I know you can walk away, and it's all legal." Peter continued, waving his hand in the air as if to give a small demonstration of what he was saying.

"Then what're you doing here?" Neal questioned, shaking his head to motion around a little. His face now feeling cold as the wind blew past it quickly.

Peter's voice softened a little as he spoke the next sentence carefully, "I'm here as your friend." Peter then blinked a little, nodding ever so slightly.

Neal felt another pang in his chest as he blinked away never appearing tears. He turned and pointed to the plane, "You know I'm getting on that plane." He stated to Peter with a weary tone.

Peter seemed as though he ignored that 'statement', and inched forward toward the younger man, "I also know that your making the biggest mistake of your life."

Neal shook his head, a small smile playing his lips as though he didn't believe that, "This is what's best for everyone, Peter! You get to back to your life. And I get to have one of my own."

"You already have one. Right here! You have people who care about'ya...You make a difference." He looked into Neals eyes, his own little pleading grin on his face.

Neal sighed, blinking rapidly to stop any tears as he looked away for a second. He did have a life. But not the one he wanted!

"You do." Peter added, nodding his head, a reassuring look with a soft voice.

Neal opened his mouth, about to object or say something. But he closed it in realization of what was in his pocket. He looked down with slight surprise and reached inside his pocket, grabbing a small paper that was folded into two.

When Neal looked up, though, Peter was edging forward already knowing that Neal wanted to hand the paper over. Although he had trust issues, and wasn't sure if Peter might lunge out at him with cuffs, he still slowly walked a few inches toward Peter with the paper.

He brought his hand tentatively out and smiled a little, "Thank you, for this."

Peter grabbed it and looked down, seeing the confidential name and FBI type of information on the small paper. Neal's picture on one half the another few pictures of the eagle on the other half, smaller.

Peter sighed glancing up at the blue eyed conman. Neal looked right back, a sad look pooling in his blue irises. But excitement and nervousness too.

"I gotta go." He finally announced, smiling. Neal turned and began walking away from the older man.

Peter shook his head in slight amusement. Then, finally thinking of a question, he spoke up so Neal could hear clearly.

"You said goodbye to everyone but me. Why?" He called out.

Neal turned, eyeing him sadly. "I don't know." He lied, shrugging.

"Yeah you do, tell me." Peter insisted.

"I don't know. Okay?"

"Why?" Peter pushed, not letting it go.

"You now why."

"Tell me." Peter stayed put, waiting for an answer.

"'Cause you were the only one that could change my mind." Neal blinked, staring at the older man.

Peter looked at him, his calm demeanor oddly made Neal feel calm too.

"Did I?" Asked Peter, nodding his head as he asked. A hopeful tone in his voice as he did so.

Neal looked begrudgingly back at the plane as the engine began to run loudly, seeing Kate's face in the window. He instantly made up his mind and looked back at Peter.

Neal's teeth showed as he opened his mouth to breath out stressfully. He sighed and turned away from Peter, shaking his head and walking.

Peter's hopeful look turned into a sad one as he realized that Kate won this one. She won this fight over this incredible man, incredible and so...hurt.

Neal kept walking, telling himself not to turn away from his love and keep going, but he stopped and closed his eyes, breathing in the cold breeze as it blew past quickly.

He turned back around toward Peter and looked deeply into his eyes.

Hope came back to Peter as he noticed the look on Neal's face. He watched the boy sighed and turn a little more toward him as he then spoke.

"Peter." He began.

BOOM.

Neal was thrown forward. He gasped and grunted as he was. Landing face first into the pavement as overpowering and hot pain filled his backside. The heat and pain was blinding, but he turned anyways.

Peter's eyes widened as the explosion happened instantly, the plane blowing up directly behind the young man and Peter.

He instantly dashed forward, running at Neal as he himself began turning around.

Neal turned slowly but his eyes were wide and blurred with tears now. He gulped back the lump that filled his entire being, looking over at the huge explosion filling the area where Kate was just at. His heart skipped a beat in shock.

Pain and hurt flooded Neal in waves and shots as he bolted up right and began running toward the reckage, screaming, "No! No, no, no!!"

Peter grabbed Neal's shirt by the front and wrapped his arm around his chest, keeping the young man from running forward into the fire any longer. "No no, stay back! Stay back!" He was yelling, soon stopping though when it did nothing whatsoever.

"No! No, Kate! She was-No!" He screamed, pushing against the strong arms holding him back with all his might. He had to save her! He had to save Kate! No!

Peter felt overwhelming sadness for not only Kate, but the boy he held in his arms at the moment. Struggling to keep him in place. But he was stronger than Neal was, and held him. Not letting go.

"No-N-O!" Neal screamed in tears, his voice cracking as he began to sob, still pushing and struggling against Peter's strong arms. It hurt. So so badly. He wanted to run to the fire and burn himself. He wanted to run into the explosion and die with Kate. He needed too.

"Please! Oh-NO! Pe-ter ple-ase!!!" He sobbed, slowly losing his own strength to fight against Peter's never ending hold.

Peter wrapped both his arms around the younger man and rubbed his chest, trying to calm the struggling boy down. Neal wasn't having it and was still struggling, trying to get out of his firm hold.

But Peter didn't stop as he began moving back, continuing to rub the boy's chest gently, continuing to go.

Once he made it a safe distance away and was still holding a struggling Neal in his arms, he leaned against one of the small planes. Continuing to rub Neal's chest, he slowly slacked weight and brought the young man down with him as they slid to the ground together.

"N-no, no. No...no!" Neal kept struggling, not realizing he was now on the ground with a hand on his back and one on his chest. Both hands still had a firm hold, but were gently rubbing small spots on his chest and back.

"It's alright, Neal. It's okay." Was the words now coming from Peter's mouth in a soft tone as Neal was now hunched over, limp, weakly pushing against Peter's fingers as they were still rubbing his chest.

Neal sobbed and sobbed, his heart feeling as though it had imploded in on him. His hair now matted down to his forehead in sweat. Back on fire, not literally. Although Peter's soothing rubs didn't go unnoticed.

Neal's head and body turned to the older man's chest and he buried his head instantly into Peter's abdomen, curling in on himself as he did so. The bag he had been holding was now laying a few feet away from the two.

Peter sighed sadly, he didn't even want to imagine the pain that must be engulfing the young man in his arms right now. He was sobbing openly, quietly, yet loudly, in his arms. Peter just held the boy close, closing his eyes as he rubbed Neal's back in a way of comfort.

"It's alright. Everything's alright." He whispered softly, leaning down a little to keep on trying to comfort the younger man.

But everything wasn't alright. It wasn't. And Peter knew that. And so did Neal.

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Okie, so, how did you like my extended, more feels, and more comfort part of the last episode of Season One ending?

Please review and tell me if I should add more to this. Like how Neal deals with this after or something.

Now I am still in the end-upcoming-of Season 2 of the amazing White Collar, so please, no spoilers!

Thanks for reading, *Tips hat down* Good bye!