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Especially the Lies, by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adina_atl (G)
Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: gen
Length: 2,344 words
Author on LJ:adina_atl
Author Website: Fiction by Adina; at Quills & Ink
Why this must be read:
White Collar is still a very young fandom, so there's a lot we don't know about the characters. In Neal's case, there have been hints that we may not even know his real name (or rather, the name he was born with). It is, therefore, not impossible that a scenario likeadina_atl's might one day play out in canon. If it does, I hope it's handled as wittily as it is here.
"Especially the Lies"
Pairing: gen
Length: 2,344 words
Author on LJ:
adina_atlAuthor Website: Fiction by Adina; at Quills & Ink
Why this must be read:
White Collar is still a very young fandom, so there's a lot we don't know about the characters. In Neal's case, there have been hints that we may not even know his real name (or rather, the name he was born with). It is, therefore, not impossible that a scenario like
adina_atl's might one day play out in canon. If it does, I hope it's handled as wittily as it is here."You should have told me you were coming, dear." She looked too young to be Neal's mother until you noticed the tell-tale tightness at the edges of her forehead and the immobility around her eyes.
"I wasn't sure I could get away," Neal apologized. He gave Peter a bland look with just the tiniest hint of mischief lurking in his eyes.
She caught the look if not the mischief. "Introduce me to your...friend...dear."
"Of course. Mother, this is Peter Burke; Peter, my mother, Mrs. William Clarence." The spark of mischief glinted. "Peter is my--"
Peter took Mrs. Clarence's hand, half-bowing over it. "I'm Neville's agent," he said, cutting across whatever Neal had planned to say. "I'm please to meet you at last, though I regret the circumstances."
"Agent?" She let her voice get a little sharper there, pulling her hand back faster than was quite polite.
Peter smiled. "Your son is quite the artist, ma'am. It's my job to make sure he gets proper credit for his work." Neal's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
"Neville always did love art," she said, smiling.
"He's very talented," Peter assured her, his smile as sincere as her own. "Multi-talented, even."
"Especially the Lies"
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