Short story about how close Peter, Elizabeth, and Neal all are :) I'll write one about June in some time. I do not own White Collar, I wish I did :-(
Neal woke up, frantic and crying, he wiped his eyes, it was just a dream, and it was just a dream. You're sick, your mind is being affected, go back to sleep, and it'll be alright…he told himself in his head.
Neal lied back down, he was Peter's house. I must have passed out at the office; I was really not feeling well there…he thought again, he was wearing unfamiliar sweats and a white t-shirt.
He got up and crept down the stairs, he saw Peter and Elizabeth on the couch, and he was thirsty. He cursed quietly, not wanting them to see him up, but sighed, he walked into the living room.
"Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?" asked Elizabeth, smiling. Neal sighed, "My throat hurts and my head does, I feel like someone punched me in the stomach, but other than that, I am just spectacular!" he sighed and then his stomach lurched.
Peter looked at Neal and got up, alarmed, and got the trash can in the corner of the room, he ran over to Neal and put it under his chin.
Elizabeth winced when Neal gave a gag and then lost everything he had eaten that day and when he ran out of that, he started puking clear stuff that made his throat burn.
Peter let Neal heave out the rest of it while he got a towel and a shower started for him, Maybe it will make Neal feel better…he thought and then grabbed Neal's hand, lifted him up slowly, and threw him in the bathroom, closing the door.
"Shower, it'll make you feel better." He told him and walked back downstairs.
Neal looked at the bathroom, it was nice. He stripped of his burrowed clothing, and got in the shower. He turned the water up so it was a little hotter and it burnt his skin, he liked it.
Neal got out fifteen minutes later and dressed, walking downstairs, his hair soaking wet, he got a glass of water, and drank it very closely. Peter was right, the shower did make me feel better…he smiled.
Elizabeth smiled at Neal as he walked back in the living room, "Hi Neal, how are you feeling now?" she asked him, making room for him on the couch.
Neal sat down, "Better, I feel a lot cleaner and my stomach doesn't hurt, but that's probably because I lost everything in it. I had a nightmare…" he sighed.
He remembered it, it was vivid. He was at the airport, waiting for Kate, and there she was, as beautiful as she always was. Then there were flames that ejected from the plane and a big boom, and she was gone. Neal tried to run after, but he wouldn't get closer, and then Peter wasn't there. He looked everywhere but he could not find him.
Neal blinked; there were tears in his eyes, "Oh God." He said and then leaned on Peter, burying his head in his chest. Peter looked at Elizabeth and sighed, "Its okay, Neal. It was a dream, what was it about?"
As much as Neal didn't want to talk about it, he did, "I was at the airport, and Kate died, as she did in real life, and I looked everywhere and you weren't there!" he exclaimed, crying into his chest.
"You know I'll always be there for you when you need me; that's what friends do. You're my friend, Neal, and I have your back forever and always." He comforted Neal, rubbing his back like a son who lost his favorite stuffed animal.
Neal smiled, but didn't bring his head up for a while, "Thanks Peter." He smiled and then got up, "I think I'm going back to bed, bye." He walked off up the steps and then smiled, he had people who cared, and he had two good friends.
