A/N kinda short, more background, more Peter Neal bondage. Enjoy and review!
"Hello, Neal. Hope you still have the reminders of our time together." Sam cackled into the phone in his Southern Drawl, it as the next day, at the same time. Neal had convinced the FBI to just have Peter listen in; he didn't want anyone else to know about the scars.
"You know that I would never jeopardize the reminder of what a heartless bastard you are." Neal snapped into the phone, blinking back tears in his brown and green eyes.
"Darlin', you have always had such great comebacks, if I remember correctly, it was that smart mouth that gave you those scars. How are your seizures nowadays anyway, have they gone away?" Sam questioned, his Southern accent making the conversation sound sticky and sweet, even though it was boiling underneath.
"Seizures, I don't recall anything about seizures, just 20 blissful moments everyday when I didn't have to look at your face. Anyway, cut the crap. I have what you want but I want Kate first." Neal stated, knowing that Sam wouldn't ever go for it and would hire 'Adrian Coyle' just as the FBI planned.
"You know that I can't have that, I'll just have to hire someone to give you the gift of '20 blissful moments without your memory" again. Always a pleasure, same time tomorrow, you better have a nicer negotiation." Sam hung up and Neal smiled a triumphant grin, his plan had worked.
Peter slow clapped from his chair in the middle of the room, his mouth twisted into a smirk, the equivalent of Neal's cocky smile. Now, their plan had been set into motion, Neal was going to be hired as Adrian Coyle, and would call in to be patched into Sam's daily calls. No one would get hurt even with Sam's threats and as Neal grew closer, they would present the forged Scream. Then, while the deal is going down, Peter will arrest Edwards and Neal will go and find Kate. It was a pretty simple operation, except for the fact that Sam was unpredictable and some things could go wrong. They could never assure that Kate wouldn't get hurt in the process and if Edwards recognized 'Adrian' as Neal, the whole operation would go to hell, There was a lot riding on it.
As Neal and Peter wrapped up their mini celebration, the mood grew somber. Peter wanted to know why Neal had seizures, and how Peter never knew. Sure, things like Scars and past friends could be kept from a man chasing you down for half your life, but seizures? Those things came on quick and lasted a long time, the twitching and flailing limbs having the possibility to harm yourself further. And the 10 minute postictil period was spent in unconsciousness. He wondered how long Neal had been plagued by the convulsions, his freckled arms arcing and bowing and his blue eyes fluttering open and shut.
"Neal?" Peter cautiously asked. "Can I ask you about what he said.
"What about?" Neal replied, his shoulders tight and tense.
"How long, did the um… seizures occur." Peter blurted before he lost his couage.
"2 years, but it was before I met you, I was 17 and a smart ass. I said something, Sam got angry and burned me with the cigar. Then, he took the metal chair in the room and bashed me upside the head. They lasted until I was 19, then they stopped, doctors said it was because my brain had healed itself or something like that." Neal explained sheepishly, ringing his painted hands, and fidgeting, his back twisting and contorting, as if Neal could rid it of the scars by moving.
"Damn." It was all Peter could think of.
"Indeed, they still come every now and again. But generally, I can hide them from people." Neal admitted, sighing and plopping down into the black chair in his kitchen-well, June's but it was basically Neal's.
"Wait, so that one day when you came in late and blamed it on a bad hair day you…" peter trailed off, millions of pathways connecting in his brain to lead to his brilliant revelation. He inspected Neal, his brown eyes trailing over the conman in a deep blue tee and light wash jeans.
"Yeah, don't tell anyone. Weakness means injury or death, never reveal it to anyone but your closest allies and even then, approach with caution." Neal said, channeling Mozzie and the whole group of conspiracy theorists.
Peter nodded, his mind racing as fast as Usain Bolt. There was so much more to the charming con-man that Peter had never realized. He was special, through and through. His mind, brilliant in many qualities, his ability to create a flawless persona when he was really a broken man, his hand able to create magnificent grails and beautiful sculptures. He was unique, different, a man that the world needed. He was so broken, yet he had the brightest smile, he was so vague yet able to convey thrilling stories. He was a man that Peter considered a best friend, but he was still more than that. He was the infuriating younger brother that Peter never had, he was different in every way but someone Peter and Neal always had a connection.
"Neal, you can always put your trust in me, I'm Alcatraz." Peter vowed, his deep brown eyes set, determined to protect.
Neal cracked a grin, only Peter would make a prison reference to a former criminal. One that had managed to escape Maxiumum Security, while in solitude.
"Come on. Let's go meet Hughes for debriefing and contact with Edawrds." Neal coaxed, throwing a toned arm over Peters shoulders and walking out with every ounce of self confidence he had.
A/N Y'all ready to meet Sam Edwards? He shall be in one of the next few chapters. Let me know what you think of this one. Review, please. You guys have been doing an amazing ob of reviewing lately and I just wanna give you guys credit, you really cheer up my day. *sniffling* Okay I'm gonna stop before I start joy crying on how amazing you people are.