White Collar
Bad Agent, No Biscuit
Summary: Peter gets turned into a dog. Neal and the team teases him. Alternate Universe wherein magic is real. Gen fic, no spoilers.
Rated: G
Tags: magical transformations, magic, witches, dogs, humor, team, fluff, teasing, friendship, other
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Diana Barrigan, Clinton Jones, Director Hughes, other
Notes: I do not own White Collar. This fic was written for fun not profit. Thank you for reading.
"I can't believe that I got turned into a dog," Peter tried to say, but it only came out in whines. His team were staring at him in stunned disbelief…which was slowly turning into amusement. Great. He'd never live this down.
"Bad Agent, no biscuit," Neal told him as Peter barked. Immediately, Peter's ears flattened and he whined again, this time in mortification. It seemed like an instant reflex, one that annoyed the hell out of him. He suddenly understood his own dog, Satchmo, a lot better.
"Neal," Diana snapped at him. "Boss, are you hurt?"
Peter was about to speak, but shut his mouth and shook his head instead. He glanced over at the door and barked once. Diana nodded, as though she understood him-hell, maybe she did understand him even in dog form. If that was the case, then Peter was never letting her go back to Washington ever again.
"Don't worry boss, I've already alerted the FBI and the agents down below. I don't think that the spell is permanent, nor do I think that it's catching." She paused. "The witch will likely be caught in a few minutes, unless she has some teleportation spell." She added, frowning at the thought.
Peter huffed out an irritated sigh, and moved to sit by the door.
"You can't leave," Diana informed him. "Because of the quarantine. She's the first witch to successfully transform a human-and not just a human but an FBI agent too. Sorry boss, but you're stuck," Diana said.
Peter glared, but there wasn't any real anger at her in that glare. He was just irritated at his damn luck. Ever since magic sprung up, it seemed to be becoming more and more of a pain in the ass. He couldn't believe magic was real. He hoped that none of the magic from the comic books he'd read would come true, because then there would be all kinds of hellish days that would make today look like a picnic. They still hadn't figured out how magic had come to be real, though several scientists theorized that maybe it had just been laying dormant-sleeping, all these years.
He hoped that Keller didn't get a hold of some sort of magic. He glanced at Neal who was chatting low to Jones…
"Boss?" Diana called his attention and he snapped his head to her. "They've caught her. They're trying to get her to turn you back,"
Peter waited hopefully, as did the team, and a few moments later-
Sharp, agonizing pain radiated through him and he whined…and then the whine turned into a moan…
And suddenly he was a human again.
And naked.
His team quirked smiles, but the only one who outright laughed was Neal-even as he was throwing a jacket over him.
"Where the hell did my clothes go?" Peter demanded. "I was wearing my best tie!" He complained, but he wasn't all that upset-much.
"Be glad you didn't disappear along with your clothes. Apparently that witch was a beginner, and wasn't sure she could transform you back at all. We promised her a light sentence if she managed it, because she didn't mean to harm all those people," Director Hughes said coming into the room. "So, Peter. I hear you were transformed into a dog? Anybody happen to notice what kind?"
Peter groaned, as his team laughed.
End