White Collar: If I Were A Bell
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amythorthreeTitle: If I Were A Bell
Wordcount: 895
Rating: PH
Pairing(s): Peter/Neal?El
Prompt(s): Schmoopy h/c fic. Neal gets hurt or sick, and Peter and El take care of him. Can be established relationship or a first time fic, or gen with OT3 undertones! (Which, let's face it, is basically the show itself.)
Notes: Written for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
There's a rule in the Burke house that says that, whenever someone is sick, they get control of the TV. It's a simple one really, one that seems almost obvious but it's a rule nonetheless. As it happens, this rule also applies to guests.
That is why Neal is curled up on the couch, his eyes unfocused as he listened to Guys and Dolls while Peter tries to sort through Case files and Elizabeth acts as his pillow.
"Neal," she questions softly as she watches his mouth move along wi8th the fiolm. He's been doing that ever since they put it on. She didn't know he could recite the whole thing but she'd be lying f she said she was surprised.
"Mm," he says, before sniffling a little.
"C'mon, sweetie, you have to sit up. I can't make lunch of you're laying on me."
Neal makes a protesting noise and settles in further, his eyes properly closing now. He said all that he has to say on the matter.
Elizabeth laughs softly, running her hands through his hair, which, in retrospect, probably didn't help matters any.
"Honey," she calls. "Come convince him to move so I can feed us?"
Peter just shakes his head. "You volunteered to sit there with him. He's your problem now."
She rolls her eyes. "Does that mean you're not hungry."
Peter shakes his head. "It means I know that he's going to con me into sitting down and then I won't be able to get back up until someone physically forces him to move."
And neither of them are forcing Neal to do much of anything right now.
He'd gotten sick the day before, a cold or flue or...something. Neither of them are quite sure eactly but it's not bad enough to warrant a doctor, not yet anyway. He'd been planning to go back to June's, to get thro8ugh it alone like he tries to do with everything else but Peter grabbed him by the back of the shirt and ordered yhim to come home.
Despite his initial protests, Neal really didn't put up much of an effort.
He crashed on the couch as soon as they got there, curling up and falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
Elizabeth doens't say anything, just drapes a blanket over him and talks to Peter about the whole thing later.
Now they're taking care of him, watching over him as the sickness seems to get worse. Yesterday he was just a bit sniffle, Today his voice is going and he's developing a cough.
Despite the light air of hte house, both Peter and Elizabeth are a little worried.
"C'mon, Neal," Elizabeth urges again, thius time moving a little as she does so. "You need to eat something, You haven't had anything all day."
He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut and forces himself to sit up so she can leave. It's a strain and all of them notice, even Peter who's pretending not to pay attention. The sickness, mild as it may be, is still taking a toll on him.
Elizabeth gets to her feet and walks over to Peter, putting her hands against his shoulders, and leaning down to talk to him quietly. "Go sit with him," she urges gently. "C'mon, you know you aren't even really paying attention to this stuff."
Peter sighs, looking at her then at the case files. Then he3 just shakes his head and gets to his feet. Between how pathetic Neal is at the moment and the fact that Elizabeth asked him to, he didn't have a chance of staying where he was.
When he settles on the couch, Neal doesn’t immediately lean on him the way he did with her, he scoots close, putting his head on Peter's shoulder and closing his eyes. Peter wraps an arm around him, rubbing light circles into his skin.
"This is a good way to get sick, you know," Neal mumbles. It's the first thing he aid since they put the movie on. His voice is raspy and horse and he can feel Peter wince when he hyears it.
"Probably," Peter admits. "But that just means you'll owe u7s later."
Neal smiles a little. "Thank you," he says softly. "For...this."
Peter just shakes his head, moving to brush a kiss against Neal's forehead, both as an act of carking and to check how hot he is.
he laughs softly, smiling to himself and returning to reciting the film under his breath.
Peter just smiles to himself and watches him, an expression of love and worry on his face.
It's how they're going ot spend the next few days, Peter and Elizabeth going back and forth, caring for him and Neal not being entirely sure what to do with that but loving every second of it. None of them mind, not horribly, though only Elizabeth says so.
And when he's better? When he no longer needs to actually be on their couch and have lunch and dinner with them? He still does, a pattern having formed when none of them were looking.
At one point or another, in the mix of sniffles and coughs and medication, the relationship that they were developing became real, it became true and honest and not something that they just talked about.
It became a part of them and they were all happy about it.
Wordcount: 895
Rating: PH
Pairing(s): Peter/Neal?El
Prompt(s): Schmoopy h/c fic. Neal gets hurt or sick, and Peter and El take care of him. Can be established relationship or a first time fic, or gen with OT3 undertones! (Which, let's face it, is basically the show itself.)
Notes: Written for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
There's a rule in the Burke house that says that, whenever someone is sick, they get control of the TV. It's a simple one really, one that seems almost obvious but it's a rule nonetheless. As it happens, this rule also applies to guests.
That is why Neal is curled up on the couch, his eyes unfocused as he listened to Guys and Dolls while Peter tries to sort through Case files and Elizabeth acts as his pillow.
"Neal," she questions softly as she watches his mouth move along wi8th the fiolm. He's been doing that ever since they put it on. She didn't know he could recite the whole thing but she'd be lying f she said she was surprised.
"Mm," he says, before sniffling a little.
"C'mon, sweetie, you have to sit up. I can't make lunch of you're laying on me."
Neal makes a protesting noise and settles in further, his eyes properly closing now. He said all that he has to say on the matter.
Elizabeth laughs softly, running her hands through his hair, which, in retrospect, probably didn't help matters any.
"Honey," she calls. "Come convince him to move so I can feed us?"
Peter just shakes his head. "You volunteered to sit there with him. He's your problem now."
She rolls her eyes. "Does that mean you're not hungry."
Peter shakes his head. "It means I know that he's going to con me into sitting down and then I won't be able to get back up until someone physically forces him to move."
And neither of them are forcing Neal to do much of anything right now.
He'd gotten sick the day before, a cold or flue or...something. Neither of them are quite sure eactly but it's not bad enough to warrant a doctor, not yet anyway. He'd been planning to go back to June's, to get thro8ugh it alone like he tries to do with everything else but Peter grabbed him by the back of the shirt and ordered yhim to come home.
Despite his initial protests, Neal really didn't put up much of an effort.
He crashed on the couch as soon as they got there, curling up and falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
Elizabeth doens't say anything, just drapes a blanket over him and talks to Peter about the whole thing later.
Now they're taking care of him, watching over him as the sickness seems to get worse. Yesterday he was just a bit sniffle, Today his voice is going and he's developing a cough.
Despite the light air of hte house, both Peter and Elizabeth are a little worried.
"C'mon, Neal," Elizabeth urges again, thius time moving a little as she does so. "You need to eat something, You haven't had anything all day."
He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut and forces himself to sit up so she can leave. It's a strain and all of them notice, even Peter who's pretending not to pay attention. The sickness, mild as it may be, is still taking a toll on him.
Elizabeth gets to her feet and walks over to Peter, putting her hands against his shoulders, and leaning down to talk to him quietly. "Go sit with him," she urges gently. "C'mon, you know you aren't even really paying attention to this stuff."
Peter sighs, looking at her then at the case files. Then he3 just shakes his head and gets to his feet. Between how pathetic Neal is at the moment and the fact that Elizabeth asked him to, he didn't have a chance of staying where he was.
When he settles on the couch, Neal doesn’t immediately lean on him the way he did with her, he scoots close, putting his head on Peter's shoulder and closing his eyes. Peter wraps an arm around him, rubbing light circles into his skin.
"This is a good way to get sick, you know," Neal mumbles. It's the first thing he aid since they put the movie on. His voice is raspy and horse and he can feel Peter wince when he hyears it.
"Probably," Peter admits. "But that just means you'll owe u7s later."
Neal smiles a little. "Thank you," he says softly. "For...this."
Peter just shakes his head, moving to brush a kiss against Neal's forehead, both as an act of carking and to check how hot he is.
he laughs softly, smiling to himself and returning to reciting the film under his breath.
Peter just smiles to himself and watches him, an expression of love and worry on his face.
It's how they're going ot spend the next few days, Peter and Elizabeth going back and forth, caring for him and Neal not being entirely sure what to do with that but loving every second of it. None of them mind, not horribly, though only Elizabeth says so.
And when he's better? When he no longer needs to actually be on their couch and have lunch and dinner with them? He still does, a pattern having formed when none of them were looking.
At one point or another, in the mix of sniffles and coughs and medication, the relationship that they were developing became real, it became true and honest and not something that they just talked about.
It became a part of them and they were all happy about it.