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Shelter on a Foreign Shore by sholio (PG)
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noiproksa, and I'll be reccing White Collar this month. I mainly read gen stories with a focus on Neal and Peter's friendship or father/son bond, as well as case fics, AUs, fluff, h/c ...
Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: gen (with background canon pairings)
Length: ~65,000 words
Author on LJ:sholio
Author Website: AO3
Author's Summary: AU. Peter, after being disabled on the job, buys a farm with El in upstate New York and raises horses. But retirement isn't suiting Peter so well, which means it's probably just as well when an injured forger turns up on their doorstep with trouble behind him.
Why this must be read:
This is one of my all-time favorite AUs.
If you take a look at the word count, it's a rather long fanfiction and when I first read it, I simply couldn't stop reading and read through the whole night till the very last line. It was like reading a great novel that you just can't put down. Good thing you have the weekend ahead of you because this is so worth sitting down with a hot cup of tea and spending a whole afternoon reading. Sholio is such a great writer, she keeps you on the edge of your seat, squeeing, laughing, holding your breath in suspense … this fanfiction has it all emotion-wise.
In fact, as he knelt and checked Neal's vitals (pulse fast but strong, breathing okay) he had to do a quick mental calculation to figure out where Neal was supposed to be in his sentence. It hadn't been four years yet ... not quite. It was possible that Neal had gotten a couple months knocked off for good behavior.
It was also possible that Neal had escaped.
And turned up in my horse barn? Peter thought, rolling Neal onto his side. That would be stretching coincidence just a bit too far.
Neal's face was white and drawn, his hair a scruffy mess, flecked with hay and dead leaves -- from the look of that and the mud on his pants, he'd been crawling around in the woods. Peter drew back the flap of Neal's jacket, and sucked in his breath: Neal's white shirt was dyed red all down his side.
Pulling the jacket back further, Peter saw that both sleeves and part of his shirttail had been torn off for a makeshift bandage, but it was soaked through. It was hard to tell exactly what had happened without taking the bandage off, but Peter's money was on either a bullet or a stab wound.
"What the hell are you mixed up in, Caffrey?" he murmured, looking down at Neal's pale face. "And why are you trying to drag me into it?"
Satchmo, intrigued by the whole thing, wagged his tail and licked Neal's nose.
"Bad dog," Peter said. "Stop consorting with felons."
Neal's eyelids fluttered. "Ow." He pushed away the dog, and squinted up at Peter. "I'm not making a good impression, am I?"
Shelter on a Foreign Shore
noiproksa, and I'll be reccing White Collar this month. I mainly read gen stories with a focus on Neal and Peter's friendship or father/son bond, as well as case fics, AUs, fluff, h/c ...Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: gen (with background canon pairings)
Length: ~65,000 words
Author on LJ:
sholioAuthor Website: AO3
Author's Summary: AU. Peter, after being disabled on the job, buys a farm with El in upstate New York and raises horses. But retirement isn't suiting Peter so well, which means it's probably just as well when an injured forger turns up on their doorstep with trouble behind him.
Why this must be read:
This is one of my all-time favorite AUs.
If you take a look at the word count, it's a rather long fanfiction and when I first read it, I simply couldn't stop reading and read through the whole night till the very last line. It was like reading a great novel that you just can't put down. Good thing you have the weekend ahead of you because this is so worth sitting down with a hot cup of tea and spending a whole afternoon reading. Sholio is such a great writer, she keeps you on the edge of your seat, squeeing, laughing, holding your breath in suspense … this fanfiction has it all emotion-wise.
In fact, as he knelt and checked Neal's vitals (pulse fast but strong, breathing okay) he had to do a quick mental calculation to figure out where Neal was supposed to be in his sentence. It hadn't been four years yet ... not quite. It was possible that Neal had gotten a couple months knocked off for good behavior.
It was also possible that Neal had escaped.
And turned up in my horse barn? Peter thought, rolling Neal onto his side. That would be stretching coincidence just a bit too far.
Neal's face was white and drawn, his hair a scruffy mess, flecked with hay and dead leaves -- from the look of that and the mud on his pants, he'd been crawling around in the woods. Peter drew back the flap of Neal's jacket, and sucked in his breath: Neal's white shirt was dyed red all down his side.
Pulling the jacket back further, Peter saw that both sleeves and part of his shirttail had been torn off for a makeshift bandage, but it was soaked through. It was hard to tell exactly what had happened without taking the bandage off, but Peter's money was on either a bullet or a stab wound.
"What the hell are you mixed up in, Caffrey?" he murmured, looking down at Neal's pale face. "And why are you trying to drag me into it?"
Satchmo, intrigued by the whole thing, wagged his tail and licked Neal's nose.
"Bad dog," Peter said. "Stop consorting with felons."
Neal's eyelids fluttered. "Ow." He pushed away the dog, and squinted up at Peter. "I'm not making a good impression, am I?"
Shelter on a Foreign Shore