why do I even bother

[fahye]

Things my brain COULD be working on:

A - my poor, neglected Merlin heist AU
B - the Ouran fic that I was so excited about a month ago
C - my next eyai project or five

What my brain has decided to work on:

D - NONE OF THE ABOVE.

"Fuck fuck feedback fuck," Neal groaned, and Peter was dimly aware of the other man slumping down onto the carpet, narrowly avoiding braining himself on the edge of the sharp and shiny FBI desk. "Peter, for Christ's sake --"

"Me?" Peter snapped, but just gathering enough breath to speak triggered another bout of retching. Bad idea. He switched tactics. --Cap your damn lens, Caffrey.

A pause.

--Wow, you sound ten times as pissy like this.

--Neal!

--Okay, hang on.

And just like that, the wave receded, leaving nausea and a powerful headache stranded like jetsam in its wake. This headache refused to confine itself to the Caffrey Zone; it spread tendrils all over Peter's scalp and then burrowed in hard.

--Ohhh, said Neal, sounding almost as dreadful as Peter felt. --Oh man. Okay. Maybe this wasn't my brightest idea ever.

So...I guess...White Collar AU fic it is!

*weeps bitter tears*

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