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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from White Collar. None what so ever, no likeness, nothing.. Sadly.. That right belongs to the shows amazing creator Jeff Eastin! But I do own my OC's.

Authors Note: So I don't know if anyone caught it, but in the last chap, when I named Neal's Dr, Doctor Damon Carmichael.. It was for 2 of my other fave shows… Damon after Damon Salvatore of the Vampire Diaries.. ( I Love Ian Somerhalder!) And Carmichael after Charles Carmichael aka Chuck Bartowski of Chuck. Figured I'd slip it in there! :D

Chapter 13: Awake

Neal felt numb, wandering around the endless darkness. Everywhere he looked, was darkness. It wasn't always dark, there used to be light, and even a few memories played out inside his head. It was freaking him out a little.

He could remember Peter telling him to take it easy, and then the pain hit. He felt as if his body was being electrocuted, and then he fell back into the blissful darkness.

He had heard voices too, telling him that they were there for him, that they needed him to do something, he just couldn't remember what. He'd heard them get louder, what seemed like a while later, Neal couldn't really tell. Now, he could've swore that he felt something on his leg. He looked down at it, not seeing anything.

"We'll be right back, buddy." He heard and looked around, recognizing the voice.

"Peter?" He said and gasped. All of a sudden pain hit him, harder than anything he'd felt before. His lungs felt as if they were on fire, burning his insides. He began hearing a loud beeping noise, and someone yelling at him.

"Calm down you fool!" He heard. Neal tried to calm down, trying to breathe as the fire in his lungs calmed a little, wondering why he was listening to someone who was yelling at him. Maybe Peter was mad at him, he mused. It wouldn't surprise him, Peter was always yelling at him for something or the other. Then, as if he was hit by a truck, Neal remembered. He remembered being kidnapped, tortured and shot. He glanced down at his body, only to notice that it wasn't there, and that there was a light beginning to shine in his eyes. He tried to move his arms to block his eyes, only he couldn't. He felt his body moving, moving towards the light.

"No!" He thought, "I don't want to die!" He tried to stop heading towards the light, but it kept coming. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Neal heard someone grumbling, mumbling something. "Stupid brother, stupid Con. Why did I agree to do this again?" He felt his body being picked up, and roughly thrown onto something.

Neal tried to open his eyes, finding it hard. He began freaking out a little, he didn't understand why it was so hard to open them. "Come on, open." He thought. "Open!" His eyes opened a little, and he closed them again, only seeing blurry things. He opened them again, this time he could actually see.

Neal saw himself being wheeled down a corridor, in what looked like a hospital. He saw a lot of nurses walking around, each nodding towards him, or at least he thought they were nodding to him. All of a sudden he was wheeled to the left, and he noticed that he was heading to the parking lot. He wondered why he was going out there, he was pretty sure that he wasn't ready to leave the hospital yet. Hell, he knew he wasn't. His chest was burning, and aching, and he just felt so tired. He came to an abrupt stop, fully awake now as he tried in vain to stop himself from falling to the ground.

Neal felt himself being flipped over. He opened his eyes, and saw a doctor looking at him. He opened his mouth, to ask what was going on, but no sound came out.

"You're awake I see. Good, I was afraid you'd die while in a coma." The doctor said. Neal looked at him, overly confused. "Don't recognize me, Caffrey?" The doctor dropped the scrubs off of his face. Neal's eyes got wide, instantly recognizing him. "Yep, I'm back Caffrey." Jim Burton said, reaching behind his back. Neal looked at him, watching his hand.

"I'm sure you don't know this, since you've been in a coma and all, but you're little FBI friends killed my brother!" Jim said, fire in his words. "I promised my brother that if anything happened to him, I'd finish the job." Neal's eyes got wider. "Now when I thought my brother was just going to jail, I wasn't going to kill you… But now that they KILLED him… Well, you understand." Jim said, pulling a gun out from the back of his pants. Neal tried to move, but found that he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Oh, don't think you can escape this time. Nobody is coming for you, and I knew you were in a coma, but I decided I'd better give you something to keep you from moving, in case you did wake up." Jim grinned. "And now Neal Caffrey, this is goodbye." Jim said and raised the gun up. Neal closed his eyes, not wanting to see the smirk on Jim's face. He heard the loud report of the gun, and felt fire burning pain.