Title: the children green and golden follow him out of grace

Fandom: RED/White Collar/Inception

Disclaimer: only the kids are mine

Warnings: future!fic

Pairings: Arthur/Eames, Peter/El/Neal

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 385

Point of view: third

Prompt: RED/White Collar/Inception, Neal and Arthur as Frank's fraternal twins, Frank looks after his grandchildren


Frankie is the oldest, Eames and Arthur's son. His little sister is four years younger, and Beth has every one of her boys wrapped around her finger.

Art and Greg are Neal's twin sons; Frank had been unsure how to react to Neal's lovers, but the FBI agent has grown on him in the seven years since Neal settled down, and El is kickass awesome.

One month a year, all of the kids stay with Frank. Arthur and Eames usually go on a hunt, for all the enemies they've managed to make since their last vacation. Neal takes the agent and El to some fabulous place and spoils them.

Frankie is overprotective of his sister and cousins; all of the kids are strong fighters, of course, but Frankie (so far) is the only one to have broken anybody else's bones. (The little bastard deserved it, completely, because he knocked Greg into a brick wall, and while Frank played nice at the neighborhood pool, he high-fived Frankie later.)

Art is the most organized of all the kids, with detailed plans about everything from the breakfast routine to his world-domination plan. (It involves crustaceans and his Uncle Arthur's way with weapons.) Greg is the little con-artist; not surprising, considering his dad. He also idolizes his Uncle Eames and badgers Frank for stories about Arthur and Eames' heists.

Frank can easily see all of the boys as criminals one day, taking up the reins where Arthur, Eames, and Neal left off. But Beth? Frank's little angel totally wants to be her Uncle Peter when she grows up. She asks him about when he was chasing Uncle Neal and how he finally caught him. Whenever they play cops and robbers, she's always the cop. She orders them into jail and watches with a sharp gaze to make sure they stay there. It cracks Frank up.

Arthur always complains about the lack of discipline when he fetches his kids. El laughs at Art's new additions to his scheme, at Greg's newest tricks. Beth tells her dads and uncles how she captured and held the boys after they broke a hundred laws.

When they were kids, Frank would've sworn nobody could ever be more trouble than his boys. Then the grandkids came along, and well.

Frank's the luckiest schmuck in the world.