A White Knight
Author's Note: White Collar's summer finale was suspenseful and nerve-wracking and the cliffhanger is arguably the most exciting endeavor pursued by the writers in two-and-a-half seasons.
Undoubtedly, the events in this brief one-shot will be contradicted in 3.11, but until such a time as sneak peeks and spoilers from the second half of this season are released, I'll add my two cents to the collection of wonderful speculations spawned from the summer finale. ^_^
Spoilers for Countdown.
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In twenty-four hours, Elizabeth had lamented spilt homemade tomato sauce, endured threats and taunts and the occasional leer from an immoral bastard, been tortured by overhearing her husband's anguished demand for proof of life, and chafed her wrists in an attempt to forcibly extract herself from the presence of said bastard.
For the impending forty-eight hours, she would abandon bedrest against her doctor's orders, stomach hospital sandwiches and vending machine coffee, and assume a permanent residence at the bedside of her white knight.
As an event planner and former art gallery assistant manager, she identifies colors as effortlessly as she smothers a slice of bread with deviled ham. As unarguable a fact it is that her savior's eyes are blue, in her mind, it is equally impossible to describe his heart as forged from a substance lesser than the purest gold. Moreover, she frequently admires his white armor; it compliments the dark suits he favors.
However, and most noticeably as of late, the gold of his heart sometimes appears lackluster. While this muted shine does not reflect the intentions of the heart, the dents and scratches convey a complex history of heartache. Similarly, his pearly armor has recently adopted a stubborn sheen of tarnish and hints at the faintest intrusions of rust.
Everything which her husband has confided in her has compelled her to reevaluate the likelihood of this knight remaining in play on the chessboard of black-and-white. Frequently, she reminds herself that gray squares are nonexistent; there is solely ebony and ivory. It is not unreasonable to demand that one choose a side; if one refuses to adhere to either dark or light, the game will never proceed.
But although a chess piece serves one master for the duration of the match, a living, breathing knight is assaulted with temptations from both, yet he is expected to answer to no authority save his own. And if his heart is divided and his armor is failing, Elizabeth is sure that she is prepared to remedy these afflictions – if only Neal would return from unconsciousness.
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