White Collar Fic: Nightmares to Come
Title: Nightmares to Come
Author: dennih23
WC100 Prompt: # 117 - Insomnia
Word Count: 230
Episode Tag: Gloves Off
Disclaimer: White Collar is owned by Jeff Eastin
Summary: Angst - Peter’s nightmares haunt him
Peter bolted upright in his bed, trembling. He clenched at the sheets until finally he calmed as his nightmares released him. His stomach rolled and he rushed to the bathroom. He emptied his stomach and sat on the edge of the bathtub.
Minutes slipped by as he sat there staring straight ahead lost in his own thoughts. When El sat next to him he jumped. “Hon - this is not your fault. You had no way of predicting what would happen. You were trying to protect Neal.” She spoke quietly and gently rubbed his shoulders and back.
“What if he’s right El. What if they found Ellen because of my actions? Maybe if I trusted Neal more …” Peter let the thought hang there. He was afraid for Neal, and kept speculating on what would happen next. His intuition told him that whoever went after Ellen was now focused on Neal. He shuddered at the thought.
El hugged him once more. “Hon, you are Special Agent Peter Burke, and you would never deliberately hurt anyone. This is not your fault. Now, please just come back to bed. You need to get some sleep.”
He softly kissed his wife and followed her back to their bed. He lay there listening to El’s rhythmic breathing as his wife drifted off to sleep. He closed his eyes dreading the nightmares would return, bringing with them the prospect of a dead Neal Caffrey.
Author: dennih23
WC100 Prompt: # 117 - Insomnia
Word Count: 230
Episode Tag: Gloves Off
Disclaimer: White Collar is owned by Jeff Eastin
Summary: Angst - Peter’s nightmares haunt him
Peter bolted upright in his bed, trembling. He clenched at the sheets until finally he calmed as his nightmares released him. His stomach rolled and he rushed to the bathroom. He emptied his stomach and sat on the edge of the bathtub.
Minutes slipped by as he sat there staring straight ahead lost in his own thoughts. When El sat next to him he jumped. “Hon - this is not your fault. You had no way of predicting what would happen. You were trying to protect Neal.” She spoke quietly and gently rubbed his shoulders and back.
“What if he’s right El. What if they found Ellen because of my actions? Maybe if I trusted Neal more …” Peter let the thought hang there. He was afraid for Neal, and kept speculating on what would happen next. His intuition told him that whoever went after Ellen was now focused on Neal. He shuddered at the thought.
El hugged him once more. “Hon, you are Special Agent Peter Burke, and you would never deliberately hurt anyone. This is not your fault. Now, please just come back to bed. You need to get some sleep.”
He softly kissed his wife and followed her back to their bed. He lay there listening to El’s rhythmic breathing as his wife drifted off to sleep. He closed his eyes dreading the nightmares would return, bringing with them the prospect of a dead Neal Caffrey.