Author's Note: Hello all! This little piece has been sitting on my computer for quite some time now and every now and then I go back to it but I honestly don't really know what else to do with it so... I'm just posting it. Everytime I try to add to it, like, for example, a scene where he wakes up... it just seems... lacking somehow. I don't know. So here it is. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: White Collar,sadly, does not belong to me.
Deja Vu
He was on the airplane tarmac. There was a plane waiting for him. Kate was there. She waved at him from the window.
Neal's chest clenched with longing but… hadn't he been here before?
Kate beckoned and he moved forward, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms. Something was wrong though. He had the weirdest sense of déjà vu and he knew if he could just remember…
(Heat rushing at him, pushing him forward, strong arms holding him up…)
"You told everyone good bye but me. Why?"
Slowly Neal turned to look at the man who had gotten him out of prison, the man he trusted more than any other.
His heart ached.
"You know why."
So familiar…
(Flames. Crackling. Burning.)
Why couldn't he remember?
"You have people that care about you. You can do good here, Neal."
Peter's voice was intent, almost pleading. Neal frowned. Hadn't they had this conversation before?
Kate.
Neal started walking toward the woman he loved again and his feeling of unease grew.
The plane… wasn't something going to happen?
"Tell me why!"
Peter again, and something in him broke. "You're the only one that might change my mind!"
"Did I?"
Peter's voice was even but his eyes were begging him and Neal hesitated.
Peter or Kate…
Kate or Peter…
Never both.
Slowly he turned, knowing there was only one answer he could give.
(Fire. Licking. Spreading. Consuming.)
It wasn't that he loved Kate anymore than he did Peter but… everything he'd done had always been for her. Always. He couldn't turn away from her now, when he was so close…
(Flames. Heat on his back…)
Kate...
Against his better judgement he turned around again, staring into the brown eyes of the man that had somehow come to mean every bit as much as Kate.
(Explosion. Fire. Licking… spreading… consuming…)
"Peter…"
With that one word though, that one name, it was all over. Somewhere, somehow, the fates must have thought he'd made his decision and the plane was suddenly in flames and Peter was holding him back.
Kate.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
End.
Reviews?