*Waves* See I'm not dead. Sorry for the wait but I hope you like it. Read and Review?
"Peter I'm flying!" Peter sprung up, his heart racing and sweat beading his forehead.
He fumbles for his phone, crunching it with one hand and dialing numbers with the other, smearing sweat up and down his screen.
"Neal pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up." Peter mumbles, getting out of bed and pacing.
"H'llo?" Neal's voice greets, slurred with sleep. Peter laughs at how he can still hear the dream in Neals voice. "Peter?" The man on the other side asks and Peter realizes he's just been holding the phone and breathing heavy.
"Hey Neal," Peter says awkwardly.
"Is there something you need? Is someone hurt, is there an emergency?" Neal asks, his voice calm. But Peter can tell the underlying worry sticking out.
"No, I just…." Peter trails off unsure how to say what happened.
"Bad dream?" Neal asks in that nonchalant way that makes Peter feel out of place. Like a nerd stuck in a locker.
"Yeah, sorry for bothering you," Peter says, moving his thumb to hit the end call button.
"Thanks for calling," Neal replies before cutting the connection.
A few minutes later Peter's phone lights up in his hand, jumping around with its ringtone.
"Neal?" Peter asks, confused why he'd call back.
"I have them too you know. Dreams. You wanna talk about it?"
"No, no please. But… I wouldn't mind if you-you know- continued?" Peter ends, uncertain.
"There's this one I can't get out of my mind. It's about you and El."
"El?"
"Yeah, now shush. It happens on a steak-out. And I can't- I can't for the life of me- figure out why she'd be with us. But she is and we're in Canada helping out some feds in Ontario. The car breaks down in a snowstorm. We're stranded on the road. " Neal pauses for a moment and Peter knows it's to collect himself.
"Something hits us. A car? a deer? I'm not quite sure but it sends the car tumbling. "
"Tumbling?" Peter interjects.
"Tumbling. Down a mountain." Neal gasps, his charade of calm edging out of place.
"Neal you don't have to continue."
"Yes I do. Anyway the next few moments are a blur-literally. White swirls in my vision and there's a bunch of noises when suddenly the world snaps back into place. You and El…"
"El and I?"
"You're, she's, it's unreal. Her eyes are open, a gash on her head. God, those eyes haunt me. And you-you're slumped over the wheel, neck turned at an unnatural angle." Neal pauses another long pause and Peter hears him clear his throat.
"We're partners, it's going to happen. We worry about the other getting hurt. No matter how much those dreams scare me I know you're gonna be there in the morning." Neal concludes, hoping he helped Peter feel better.
"Thank you, Neal." Peter says, " See you in the morning."
Okay so it wasn't really all that traumatic or 'bad' but with all that happens in White Collar I just wanted to touch on nightmares for the both of them because I imagine this thing happening a lot. I hope you enjoyed it. Review and leave suggestions for purple, I have no idea what to do with purple! Thanks!