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Part 1 of He's Not Dead
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Published:
2019-11-21
Completed:
2020-01-07
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4,980
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8/8
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Goodbye Neal

Summary:

“You’re free,” Peter says to the anklet. He said it because it is true. “You’re free.”
Peter did not want to cry at all in the hospital. He wanted to wait until he got home, save himself from public embarrassment.
But the shock wore off and the realization of never seeing his friend hit him.
Peter sat on a bench and let loose.
He has never cried harder in his life.
Prologue to the upcoming work: Chasing a Dead Conman

Notes:

Each chapter is a short story that could be read on its own but there is a larger picture in the entire thing.
Also to note- characters, plot, and most of the dialogue comes from the show itself and not from me. I just put things in between the lines.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Stay Strong

Summary:

It's hard... seeing the dead body of your best friend.

Chapter Text

Peter stared at Neal and still couldn’t believe it.

He stared at the cold, bloodless, pale corpse and still couldn’t believe it.

Neal was dead.

And Peter couldn’t believe it.

You’re the only one who saw good in me.

Neal’s last words to Peter.

You’re my best friend.

Neal had once told Peter that the FBI agent was the only one the con man could trust.

It seems like Peter still is. Was.

Mozzie was next to Peter, looking at his lifeless friend. “This isn’t Neal,” he said. He kept going on, how it wasn’t Neal, how it was a decoy, like the JFK conspiracy. Peter was able to keep it together. Until Mozzie himself lost it. “It can’t be him, Peter.” The first time the little man had called him “Peter” and not “Suit.” “Neal always had it figured out. There was always a way out. It didn’t matter how tight the scrape, Neal could always slide past. He could always get away.” Mozz was sobbing uncontrollably now. Peter could hardly keep it in. Stay strong , he told himself. Stay strong… for Mozzie.

"Not this time.” Peter looks at his friend one last time. He takes in the styled hair, the closed eyelids that held eyes so blue they were gems, the mouth that tweaked into a smile that held secrets, a smile that could lure women without a word. Peter remembers his voice and vows not to forget it. He looks at Neal’s face one last time, memorizing it. Confident he has it memorized, he turns and walks out.