Disclaimer: I don’t own White Collar, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Harry Potter, or X-Men, or Naruto (if he comes into play during this story) or anything related to them.
Pairings: Dawn Summers/Remy LeBeau (Already established), Harry Potter/Jubilation Lee/Luna Lovegood (Luna and Jubilee sharing)
Warning: Do not read if you haven’t seen the White Collar season finale or if you plan to see it and don’t want the ending spoiled for you.
If, on the other hand, you haven’t seen it but don’t care about the ending being spoiled, please read on.
For the sake of the story, assume the following happened to get the music box: Dawn’s New Baby Boy
: Dawn Summers/Neal Caffrey
. The rest of the episode happened as it was showed.
“Shoot him,” Mozzie muttered, not expecting Peter to here him. Peter did. At Peter’s glare he shrugged. “He said if he ever decided to come back here, to get you to shoot him.”
Here, was the residence of Dawn and Remy LeBeau, along with their children Joyce and Jacques LeBeau and Harry Potter. Why Harry had a different last name, Peter didn’t know, or care about. The currently broken-hearted Neal sobbing into Dawn’s shirt was what he cared about. Remy was currently entertaining the younger two children outside, while Harry bustled around in the kitchen making tea. A rather large bottle labeled ‘Fire-whiskey’ sat on the counter.
Harry brought the tray of tea in a few minutes the later, the bottle of Fire-whiskey with it. A few sips and Neal was sleeping, surprising Mozzie and Peter.
“You put a sleeping draught in his tea?” Dawn asked.
“And a slow acting calming draught that should keep him relatively calm once he wakes up,” Harry confirmed. Dawn shook her head before adding a large helping of Fire-whiskey to her own tea.
“What happened?” Dawn asked. “The last time Neal was here, he was stealing the music box so he could save his girlfriend. Now he’s crying.” Dawn hated it when men cried, especially the pretty ones.
“Kate’s dead,” Peter said. “And Neal was almost…” Peter couldn’t quite finish the sentence.
“Explain.” Dawn said.***
“You’ve said goodbye to everyone but me,” Peter said. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Neal answered. It was a bad attempt at a lie, and they both knew it.
“Don’t give me that. Why?” The engines of the plane started, causing Neal to look back at Kate looking through one of the windows of the plane.
“You know why.” Neal was getting evasive, but he was right. Peter did know why, but he wanted to here Neal say it.
“Why?” he asked again.
“Because you’re the only one who could change my mind,” Neal admitted.
“Did I?” Neal gave a slight half-smile before turning around and heading towards the plane. Then he stopped and turned back around.
“Peter…” he trailed off, trying to find the words for what he wanted to say. He never got the chance.
The plane that Kate was on, that Neal would have been on if Peter hadn’t shown up, exploded into a fireball.
Incomprehension filled Neal’s eyes as he was knocked to the ground. Seconds later realization filled them, and it was all Peter could do to hold him back when he got up.
“No! No! No, Kate!” Neal yelled.***
“Neal could have been on that plane. He would have been on that plane before its engines started if I hadn’t been there. He almost…” Dawn offered Peter the bottle of Fire-whiskey, even as Harry handed him a larger glass.
“Why did you come here?” Dawn asked.
“He asked to be brought here,” Mozzie said quietly. “I was hiding in the shadows. I wanted to see him off, but…”
“…didn’t really want to say goodbye,” Peter finished his sentence for him.***
Mozzie appeared at their side almost instantly, helping Peter hold Neal back, trying to get through to him.
“Neal, Neal, it’s too late. There’s nothing we can do!” Mozzie said.
“Kate!” he yelled once more, before his struggles stopped and he broke down into sobs. Both of them held on. A few minutes later Peter spoke.
“We need to get him out of here,” he said to Mozzie. “If Fowler has someone here in case one of them wasn’t on the plane…” he left the sentence unfinished. Mozzie nodded, and they slowly but surely got Neal into Peter’s car.
Neal was in the back with Mozzie, while Peter stood outside talking on his cell phone.
“Where do you want to go Neal? June’s?” Mozzie asked. Neal shook his head. “The suit’s house?” Neal shook his head again. “Where? C’mon Neal, we need to be somewhere that isn’t here.” Neal mumbled something through his sobs. “Her?” Neal didn’t answer, just continued crying into Mozzie’s shirt. Mozzie gave Peter directions when he got in the car.
“Who is she?” Peter asked.
“Dawn LeBeau, I think. She had the music box.” Peter nodded, pulling the car away from the airport.***
“Somewhere familiar but not,” Dawn muttered. Mozzie shrugged.
“The Bureau probably already at the scene. I’ve got someone watching June and Elizabeth, as well as someone following Alex’s trail, just in case,” Peter said.
“Where’s the music box,” Dawn asked.
“Fowler had it. I left Diana with him to wait for another agent when I went to see Neal.” Dawn nodded, and then turned to Harry.
“Go check on it.” Harry nodded and left the room. Dawn turned back to Peter. “Harry put a tracking thing on it so where know where it is.”
“Why?” Mozzie asked. “Plan to steal it back?”
“Because I didn’t know what it did,” Dawn answered, gesturing to the walls. “Do you know how many of those ‘decorative pieces’ you see can actually be used to end the world? Way too many.”
Harry returned, frowning. “The music box is moving.” Peter frowned too, and pulled out his cell phone, dialing Diana’s number.
“Diana! Do you hav-” the slightly worried look on Peter’s face turned to one of anger. “Fowler! What did you do to Diana?”