AN: I was looking around for prompts and ran into a list of words (101 of them to be exact) and I decided I'd write one shots for them. The hardest part-believe it or not- was deciding which fandom to write in. It was between Percy Jackson (but it got disqualified because I'm starting a different series of oneshots for that) Fullmetal Alchemist (Similarly I already had a twentyish chapter thing going for that.) Sherlock, White Collar and Psych. I figured it'd be kinda hard for Sherlock and all my Psych attempts haven't turned out very well. So White Collar it was! Here's the first one! (Not all ANs will be this long.)

S'mores~

Peter was about to strangle Neal. Peter was just not in the mood to deal with the cheery CI.

It was early December and there was a blizzard raging outside. One of the worst of the season thus far. The office was dark, the blizzard had knocked out the power, and it was after hours.

They weren't the only two in the building however, Diana and Jones were there as well. Along with plenty of other agents and personnel from different floors. The only way from one floor to the next were the stairs, so after everyone was checked on and accounted for, people stayed on whatever floor they wanted. Minimal work was done, as the computers were down, and most of people were trying to entertain themselves.

Neal however was trying to entertain everyone else, perhaps their irritated reactions were entertaining for him too.

He was currently making...something, out of paperclips. Peter couldn't really tell but if he ask Neal he'd probably say art.

"I have an idea!"

"NO!" Three voices yelled back. Neal pouted for a second.

"C'mon guys! This one isn't bad!"

Peter sighed. "What?" When he saw the smile he wished he just stayed quiet.

"S'mores!" He exclaimed.

"What?" Diana asked in disbelief.

"We can make s'mores! We'll probably be stuck here all night and making s'mores can pass the time!"

"Sure." Jones shrugged. "Why not?" He said, answering his boss' exasperated glare.

"Yes! Okay." Neal clapped before running out the glass doors and into the stairwell.

"Uh, are we really about to make s'mores in the middle of the office?" Diana asked.

"Anyone else wondering how? Where is Neal gonna get the supplies?" Peter asked. After a round of shrugs they sat in comfortable silence. Until Neal barged back through.

In his arms he carried candy bars, a bag of marshmallows and a box of gram crackers. His pockets also bulged slightly.

"Where...did you get all of that?" Peter asked cautiously.

"Well, there's a vending machine a few floors down, the nerds were getting ready for their marshmallow wars and Cindy was going to make graham cracker ginger bread house with her nephews. But she gave them to me with the promise I'll help make some houses on Saturday."

He was met with incredulous stares. "Wait, the vending machines rely on electricity. As you may have noticed, we don't have any!" Peter said.

"So?" Neal's look of honest confusion baffled them.

"How'd you get the candy out?" Jones asked.

"Oh." Recognition sparked in his eyes but he didn't say anything.

"Okay so we have the food but how to we cook it?" Diana asked as Peter tried to massage away a headache.

"Tada!" Neal reached into his pocket and brought out candles...candles. The were of decent size and then Neal pulled out a matchbook.

"You roast marshmallows in the embers not the flame." Peter said.

"So? People do it in the microwave too." Neal promptly sat down criss cross. He then handed out sticks that were in his back pocket. "Fake plant downstairs." He explained.

As absurd as the situation was, Peter found himself holding a marshmallow over a candle with a piece of fake plant.

"I gotta admit, these are pretty good." Jones said as he finished his s'more, and put another marshmallow over his candle.

Peter sat grumpily as his marshmallow charred unpleasantly. Neal was happily finishing his second while roasting a third. Peter sighed as he put his marshmallow down. "Any plans once we get out of here?" Peter asked for the sake of conversation.

"A shower and real bed." Neal said. During the case that day he was the one to actually catch the guy. Neal seemed to have psychic powers as he suddenly took off through the aisles of shipping containers. The thief had started to run at the same time. Peter took off after the guy but pulled up short when the person he had been chasing was tackled to the ground. Peter stared as two people wrestled over the gun. He snapped out of it when the gun was kicked over to his feet.

By then Neal had finally pinned the guy's hands over his head and both were breathing heavily. In the process both men had been covered in dirt and dust and Neal had an impressive bruise on his jaw. He had yet to clean up.

"Good idea. I'd go for a hot meal. We've been stuck for hours now and I'm tired of eating old lunches and sandwiches." Jones said.

"Real coffee." Diana glared at the cup by her knee.

"I'd probably go for all three."

Finally they all went to sleep. They huddled under their jackets and blankets they found.

Next morning...

Neal startled awake when he heard the elevator ding. Looking up he saw Hughes walking in, coffee cup in hand.

"Hello." Neal yawned. "We got stuck."

The others woke at the sound of Neal's voice and the smell of proper coffee.

"Obviously. Go home, take a shower and come in when you're ready." Hughes continued to his office and sat down.

"Okay then. Anyone giving me a ride?" Neal asked as he folded his blanket.

"Yeah. Come on. I'll come get you again an hour afterword."

"An hour?" Neal whined.

"We'll stop for breakfast on our way back." Peter said. He grabbed his coat and entered the elevator.

"Yes! Bye guys!" Neal walked in behind Peter.

The elevator door closed. "S'mores?" Peter said still bemused.

"Yeah. I hadn't had s'mores in a long time. We had the ingredients, I figured why not." Neal shrugged.

"S'mores." Peter whispered shaking his head. The elevator door opened. "C'mon. Let's get a real breakfast."

AN: I have actually roasted marshmallows over a candle before. It was okay.

So not all of them will be this short (Somewhere around 900 words.) I'll aim more for my usual 1,000+ words chapters (except for The Last Demon(PJO fic) which has 4,000 words (what was I thinking?))

Sadly, I am not taking requests, YET. After the 101st chapter I will accept them. Details will come at the end of that chapter and I hope you'll stay with me that long.

The reason I'm not accepting requests is because as mentioned I already have a list.

However, if you have a plot or something specific you want happen I'll listen to those and might use it FOR a propmt.

I hope you enjoyed my first White Collar fic! Let me know in a review and I usually respond to those who have respond worthy reviews.

~Dawnmoon