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[#001] Off Stage I Stand a Better Chance (White Collar)
Theme Prompt: #001 - New Beginnings
Title: Off Stage I Stand a Better Chance
Fandom: White Collar
Rating/Warnings: Spoilers for series finale.
Bonus: Yes!
Word Count: 483
Summary: Saying goodbye to “Neal Caffrey” is a lot harder than he expected it to be.
Saying goodbye to “Neal Caffrey” is a lot harder than he expected it to be.
It shouldn’t be that surprising in the end. Neal Caffrey is the most personal of all his aliases, the one that could have been his real name once upon a time, if he had a real life, but just like everything else, all good things must come to an end. Neal Caffrey died where he had lived, on the streets of New York City, and now it’s time for Neal to start over with something new.
Be someone new.
At least this time he isn’t named after a boat.
He’s waiting in the airport a few days after it happened. JFK is always busy even on the slow days, but even with all the bustle and noise that happen around him, the international terminal is actually fairly quiet, quiet enough that he can pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation around him. Most of it isn’t in English, or the other half is being said into a phone, but he keeps his head down and hides behind his newspaper as he listens in.
“It happened on the first of the month,” one particularly gossipy voice says as they talk into their cell phone, so Neal is only getting half of the conversation. “The diagnosis, I mean. So tragic.”
“Around nine or so,” someone clarifies in French from somewhere in front of him. “I can fix dinner for myself when I get in.”
“Did you call your sister about the dog?”
“Yes, I called my sister about the dog. I’m not gonna leave him to starve for two weeks, Miriam.”
The conversations are so normal. So … pedestrian. It’s the world he’s going to be stepping into, at least for a little while, and he isn’t sure if he’s ready for it. He thinks of all the things he’s going to be missing while he’s gone – Peter and El’s baby, Mozzie’s latest scheme, Teddy growing up – and he can’t help but think that the future he is looking forward to isn’t the pedestrian he is looking forward to. But it’s the only way he would truly be able to be free, no strings attached, and that’s at least a place to start, if nothing else.
The boarding call for his section is called, and he folds up his paper, tucking it under his arm and making his way for the gate. He flashes the attendant his usual charming smile, and watches her flush, head ducking as she goes to process him in.
“Welcome to British Airways, Mr. Willingham. Enjoy your flight.”
Mr. Willingham. It still doesn’t feel quite right, but if nothing else it’s a start. He’ll figure out who he is now by the time he lands.
“I intend to,” he says with a smirk, before pulling away and stepping through to start his new life.
Title: Off Stage I Stand a Better Chance
Fandom: White Collar
Rating/Warnings: Spoilers for series finale.
Bonus: Yes!
Word Count: 483
Summary: Saying goodbye to “Neal Caffrey” is a lot harder than he expected it to be.
Saying goodbye to “Neal Caffrey” is a lot harder than he expected it to be.
It shouldn’t be that surprising in the end. Neal Caffrey is the most personal of all his aliases, the one that could have been his real name once upon a time, if he had a real life, but just like everything else, all good things must come to an end. Neal Caffrey died where he had lived, on the streets of New York City, and now it’s time for Neal to start over with something new.
Be someone new.
At least this time he isn’t named after a boat.
He’s waiting in the airport a few days after it happened. JFK is always busy even on the slow days, but even with all the bustle and noise that happen around him, the international terminal is actually fairly quiet, quiet enough that he can pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation around him. Most of it isn’t in English, or the other half is being said into a phone, but he keeps his head down and hides behind his newspaper as he listens in.
“It happened on the first of the month,” one particularly gossipy voice says as they talk into their cell phone, so Neal is only getting half of the conversation. “The diagnosis, I mean. So tragic.”
“Around nine or so,” someone clarifies in French from somewhere in front of him. “I can fix dinner for myself when I get in.”
“Did you call your sister about the dog?”
“Yes, I called my sister about the dog. I’m not gonna leave him to starve for two weeks, Miriam.”
The conversations are so normal. So … pedestrian. It’s the world he’s going to be stepping into, at least for a little while, and he isn’t sure if he’s ready for it. He thinks of all the things he’s going to be missing while he’s gone – Peter and El’s baby, Mozzie’s latest scheme, Teddy growing up – and he can’t help but think that the future he is looking forward to isn’t the pedestrian he is looking forward to. But it’s the only way he would truly be able to be free, no strings attached, and that’s at least a place to start, if nothing else.
The boarding call for his section is called, and he folds up his paper, tucking it under his arm and making his way for the gate. He flashes the attendant his usual charming smile, and watches her flush, head ducking as she goes to process him in.
“Welcome to British Airways, Mr. Willingham. Enjoy your flight.”
Mr. Willingham. It still doesn’t feel quite right, but if nothing else it’s a start. He’ll figure out who he is now by the time he lands.
“I intend to,” he says with a smirk, before pulling away and stepping through to start his new life.
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