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[Original] Between Earth and Sky

Title: Half Freedom
Series: White Collar
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Character: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey
Pairing: Peter / Neal (pre-slash )
Word Count: 926
Disclaimers: White Collar 's characters are the rightholders.
Missing Moment of the pilot episode 1x01, the environmental shortly before the end, a few hours before Peter goes home to show a gift for El

not had much time to think about it, events have followed one after the other, and the fact that it is now a free man (half) rose in the background.
But the Dutchman was captured, and the ankle is still in his leg, with its green LED on to emphasize that freedom is a fictitious one that scored, but it has one, belongs to him and will do everything to maintain it.
Breathe deeply the oxygen of a city mess like New York, standing on the terrace, above the chaos, with a breathtaking view that allows him to watch the sun sets, taking away another day away from prison bars.
not even notice a star, smiling, at least until the voice of Peter is not coming from behind him, catching him by surprise.
'and' beautiful sunset when you see him live and not just on a postcard, right? "
will not look at him now before he closes his eyes, picking up pupils in the light of a sun dying behind the skyscrapers and then slowly rotates on itself, carrying the newly born smile and opens her eyes still partly blinded by the light. The only glimpse the figure of man, the white film that slowly abandons his view.
"Then you also know to be a romantic man, Peter." Says, mockingly, leaning to the wall surrounding the terrace.
'It is a role that will leave you happy. "Mutters the agent, piqued by his humor, as it advances past the coffee table, chairs and wrought iron pot of Italian coffee, to reach the balcony and at its appoggiarvici time. Look down toward the street because, unlike Neal who prefers to keep the look up and aspire to Olympus of the gods, he is conscious of being only a man and have all the duties as men.
"So you, what role do you take?" Investigates Neal, in the meantime. He also continues to watch, observe the movements, dark eyes, even his lips always curled into an expression that knows how to frown, professionalism and pride in what he does. Which is also what they read in his voice.
"I'll take the role of those who put the bad guys behind bars."
That's right, there is pride in what he says and a touch of malice, but with one eye looking towards the younger.
'It is a role that suits you. "Says Neal.
"You too."
Maybe a little 'one expected that he would have said and that they would speak of what they did today, together, but can not deny being equally satisfied to hear you say. Stupidly happy, so when a few days before he set foot outside the prison in the custody of the FBI, but his few miles of freedom instead of two square meters allowed by the cell.
"Neal."
Once again the low voice of Peter distracts him from his thoughts, knits his brow and his eyes reflected in those of man. They stare for a long time, they do so in silence and under an orange sun slips away, leaving the place at night, its star and its moon.
"There are other sunsets that await you."
It sounds trite, silly and theatrically poetic, especially when uttered from the mouth of Peter, but Neal must admit that the act that follows has a completely different flavor, and closes his eyes while his hand through his hair brown sinks agent that the fraudster has not yet had time to cut as it should have really gone full-day of its release? The seem to only a few hours-and it draws the head a bit 'more of him in an instinctive movement, however, ended almost immediately. In return Peter
resumed talking.
"I think we stand?"
"We're still talking about the sunset?"
"I speak of four years."
"Oh, the four years that will belong to you." He smiles, raising an eyebrow with a sly air, "From we went to the double meaning of romance, have you noticed? "
"You're not funny."
"A little bit, come on, you must admit that I am a little bit. Ultimately, it is also why you like me. "
For a moment Peter gasps, more embarrassed by the voice of the mischievous trickster who lust for the phrase itself.
"You ..."
egocentric, narcissistic blowhard ... Choose any adjective already knows it will not be sufficient to describe Neal Caffrey, then leaves in mid-sentence, he sighed heavily, crosses his arms to his chest and shakes his head, dandogliela won.
Whatever Neal, you're right, it's also what he likes, especially now that the con man nods no real reason, focusing eyes blue over the terrace, sunk somewhere between the buildings of the Big Apple and blows a quiet "Your ...." It is simple for its obviousness, as if there were nothing wrong with belonging to an FBI agent, making for a while 'by Kate and the man with the ring.
Peter, at this point, no one really knows what to say. Everything that comes to mind is at odds with its own character, fidelity, and so far-fetched, even with their work.
So in the end only nods, returning to his own time to watch the road and ruffling his hair in a quick gesture of the other.
"For four years." Murmured to himself.
"For four years." Confirmation Neal.
Four years in the service of good, to be subject to their rules and resist the temptations that led to the crook in jail. Four years is a long time, seem endless, but whatever it's worth it.