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The End of the Beginning
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Short and sweet, no need to draw it out.

An ending that ends with you one place and all the people you love and who love you someplace else is not the win-win that I expect from Neal Caffrey.  An ending that leaves all those who might comfort each other estranged and awkward doesn't comfort me.

It is the sort of idea that a Hollywood writer would come up with.  It leaves everyone alive and things open for a sequel.

But in a world of broken promises, I'll take it and be glad.

Kudos for the beautiful performances of the wonderful cast and crew. I'll miss you.

Predictions and Predilections, White Collar Style
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I've been watching askance this last season of White Collar because, after last season, I do not trust that the writers who were working on the show actually understood what it was that people liked about the show.  I got my fill of Peter being a jerk during the fifth season of last year, and it's put distance between me and the characters I still adore.  I'm not saying I've fallen out of love--I'm saying it's more like, "I love him but he cheated on me so now what?"

But.

But, I am cautiously hopeful now.  We're halfway into the last season and I'm going to be honest--my journal, why not?  I'm not a fan of the antihero.  The only mavericks I tuly like and respect are the ones who know the laws and the code, and can quote it chapter and verse while they're breaking it--but I don't really like "bad guys."  I think I've had my fill of bad guys in the real world, so I don't have much interest in watching arrested development with a badge, or unrepentance worn like a badge of honor.

I like nice guys.  I like Boy Scouts.  I adore Peter Burke and the standards of fairness and honesty and integrity that he always modeled (except last season).  I had no trouble believing that, seeing that--seeing what a real man is like--was all Neal needed to know where he wanted to go, to be what he wanted to be.

Neal's always been good at getting what he wanted, but he's been less good at wanting what he got.  Contentment as a con man was a thing that would forever be beyond Neal's reach, but when he began to play against Peter--his intellect, his wit, his fairness, his wholenes--then Neal realized, maybe for the first time, that the path he was on wasn't going to get him what he wanted.  Neal thought he wanted the carefreeness (ha!) of childhood--the lack of adult responsibilities, but what he discovered, time and again, is that what he reallyi wants is to be grown up.  And seeing Peter do it only made it seem not just possible, but necessary.  Neal wants to finally grow up and he needs Peter to do that.  Peter, for his part, wants more of a payoff from his job than just one more artifact returned, one more crook behind bars.  What Peter wants is to know that he makes a difference, that what he does matters.  Neal is a living, breathing testament to the fact that he does

I'm already in too deep for most everybody, so I'll stop even though I haven't yet waxed rhapsodic about El and how amazing she is--to warrant the love and faith of one man and to nurture the love and faith of the other in a competely appropraite way.  She is so strong and centered and knows her own strength and I love her for that (but I don't have time here).

Okay, enough philosophy--.

Here's what I think we will get, and not just because I hope we will get it.  I think Peter will quit the FBI.  I think Neal will not only go free, but might even be legally pardoned (or some such).  I think they will start a business together that pulls on the best of their talents and allows them to save the day, whup bad guys and take names and still be home for dinner.  I think this will mean that Peter is there--home and available--for El and the baby, and that Neal (and certainly Mozzie) will find themselves pushing their knees under the Burke's kitchen table on a regular basis.  "Uncle Neal" and "Uncle Mozzie" are going to corrupt that wonderful Burke child in every way possible--all in the pursuit of justice.

We're halfway into this last season, and I have begun to hope that order has been restored to the universe.  That the right order of things has now been reset.  While Keller has been a nasty, icky surprise--festering and backbiting--I believe he will meet his inevitable end before it's all over, leaving our heros in peace to be warriors on the side of good.  That's what i think will happen, more or less.  It's the happy ending I want.

A happy ending's what I always want.

What Doesn't Kill Me, Part 2
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Title: Sherlock (BBC): What Doesn’t Kill Me, Part 2  (For part 1, click here)
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Relationship: John Watson, Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes
Wordcount:  2,128
Spoilers: None, really
Disclaimer:  Do not own

Pairings: John Watson/Mary Watson
Summary: Sherlock’s revelations and Mary’s seeming betrayal have left John reeling.  The two people he loves best in the world—and the two people who love him best in the world—have proven themselves capable of lies and deceit and betrayal at a level John can’t even begin to process.  But the battle hasn’t even begun in earnest, and John has never been one to shrink from a fight.  Whatever happens, he’ll try to fight his way back to the life he still wants with both of them.
Warnings:  Psychological dissection.  Please glove up and wear a mask
A/N:  With gratitude to the creators of BBC’s Sherlock, who own this version of these characters, but not the ideas of this story.


      The stitches had pulled but not given out.  Once he was supine and the bandages redressed, he was brought up to the room.  John was a familiar figure at the nurses’ station by now, and whether it was sympathy, professional courtesy or simply bowing to the inevitable, they allowed him and Mary to go immediately into Sherlock’s room as soon as he was settled.

      “Tell them, won’t you,” Sherlock drawled almost immediately when they entered.  He pulled against the restraints on one pale arm.

      John looked at him for a moment with no expression, then poked his body out the door and turned toward the nurses' station.

      “Do you have any leg restraints?” he yelled.

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What Doesn't Kill Me
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Title: Sherlock (BBC): What Doesn’t Kill Me
Rating: PG 13
Genre/Relationship: John Watson, Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes
Wordcount:  2,045
Spoilers: None, really
Disclaimer:  Do not own
Pairings: John Watson/Mary Watson
Summary: Sherlock’s revelations and Mary’s seeming betrayal have left John reeling.  The two people he loves best in the world—and the two people who love him best in the world—have proven themselves capable of lies and deceit and betrayal at a level John can’t even begin to process.  But the battle hasn’t even begun in earnest, and John has never been one to shrink from a fight.  Whatever happens, he’ll try to fight his way back to the life he still wants with both of them.

Warnings:  Psychological dissection.  Please glove up and wear a mask
A/N:  With gratitude to the creators of BBC’s Sherlock, who own this version of these characters, but not the ideas of this story.  I was going to wait until I finished to start posting, but decided to go ahead.  (Nothing like a little pressure to keep the words flowing....)


What Doesn’t Kill Me

     Who knew Hell had so many damned rooms?  His week had started with nightmares and a smackhouse and ended with a mortal wound in Sherlock’s gut and his heart.  “Ended” might have been overly optimistic, however, and John watched with amazing detachment as they prepared to carry Sherlock out on a stretcher, an oxygen mask over his face, his lips blue.  He’d watched them stabilize him, watched his white, blanched face relax almost ecstatically with the first hit of morphine, but his eyes had been frantic, searching for John.  John knelt down, in Sherlock’s view but out of the way of the paramedics and—at a nod from one of them—took Sherlock’s hand and grasped it hard.  Sherlock’s grip was convulsive in return.  To a casual observer—perhaps even to a trained one—it would have looked like John was comforting the fallen detective, that Sherlock was receiving support and strength from his friend’s grip.  In truth, it was the opposite, and John held on to Sherlock’s hand like a drowning man, trying to puzzle out the bitter truth that had been foist upon him that night.

     Dimly, John was aware of someone crouching down by his side.  “Are you riding with?” the young paramedic asked.  John looked up, more than a little dazed, and tried to think of the answer.

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Wherever You Happen to Be: Chapter 14
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        “Reese, I’d really love to know what your interest is in this case,” said the District Attorney. 

      “Well, we stumbled upon some information looking into something else.  It seemed only appropriate to pass it on.”
      “Well, we’ve contacted his attorney.  Actually, his attorney is deceased, but his daughter has taken over her father’s practice.  She’s going to go through her files and get back to us, but so far, everything you’ve given us has panned out.  What are they putting in your water coolers down there?”
      “Scotch!” said Reese, and they hung up laughing.  He stepped to the door and motioned for Peter, who nodded and indicated he’d finish his briefing with Diana and Clinton later.  Reese waved them all over, mouthing, “Bring them!”
      They trooped over obediently and looked at him.
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Wherever You Happen to Be: Chapter 13
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    Neal had trouble with his tie the next morning.  His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and he was alternately worried that he was going to give it away by grinning his face off or give it away by going berzerk and trying to strangle Kramer.  But at least Peter knew.  And all the people who loved him—yes, loved him—knew that he was here and okay and that he missed them.  He’d lain awake all night thinking of all the things he could have told Peter, all the things he should have told Peter.  He remembered that he hadn’t been grateful enough for Peter’s largesse as a handler, he hadn’t been grateful enough to June for taking him in, for making it possible for him to live in style and comfort.  He remembered the way Peter looked at him, hugged him tight.  Not since Kate…well, really, not ever had he had someone who had pushed past all his boundaries to drag him, unwillingly sometimes, into the heady warmth of real friendship.  When he saw Mozzie again he was going to give him a hug just like that, and watch the little man avoid him for a month! 
    Somehow, the tie was tied.  Somehow, he had managed to get both the grin off his face and the brightness out of his eyes.  Somehow, he was going to go into the Art Crimes office and do whatever they gave him, whatever it took—until Peter figured out how to bring him home.
    Peter would find a way.  Neal just knew it.
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Wherever You Happen to Be: Chapter 12
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  “Well, I’m certainly glad you found what you were looking for in DC,” said June.  Mozzie made a sweep for bugs every week, but it didn’t mean they weren’t tapping the wire.
     “Some parts of the visit were disappointing,” Peter said.  “I went by the Art Crimes Division to see Neal—Bruce said he thought it would be okay—but Neal wasn’t there.  He was out on assignment when I got there.  Somebody must have warned him, huh?”
     “Oh, I know you were disappointed,” said June.  “What a shame.  Did you leave him a note—let him know we’re all thinking about him?”
     “No, I wasn’t able to leave him a note,” said Peter.  "Kramer still thinks Neal will adapt better if he doesn’t have contact with his old friends.”
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Wherever You Happen to Be Chapter 11
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          Peter had called the office to say he was driving back.  He didn’t say when.  He’d been cooling his heels hanging around the corner where the dry cleaner was without any clear idea of what he was doing there.  Someone—the woman who’d gotten into the elevator with him, presumably—had known he wanted to see Neal, and the note seemed to indicate that Neal wanted to see him, too.  It was against orders, but there were apparently lots of rules being broken, so he didn’t see why he couldn’t join the club.

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Wherever You Happen to Be: Chapter 10
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   Eating out was a supreme luxury, but Melissa told him it was on the Bureau.  Neal somehow doubted that, suspecting Kramer probably went forensic on the expenses charged to the office, but he went along with it because the thought of sitting in a restaurant with actual linens and silverware and a pretty woman across the table was heady.
   Neal stopped, surprised by where his thoughts had taken him.  True, when he’d first seen Agent Matthews, he’d been more than happy that his plan and his inclination dovetailed.  She had been easy to chat up, easy to show interest in.  She was smart, she was funny, she was…asking him something.
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