elrhiarhodan

I’ve never prefaced a fic with an explanation before, but this one – it really needs it. Saturday morning, a friend sent me an email that she was recovering from a bitching attack of the cramps. It’s been a while since I’ve had those, but I do remember the feeling. And I was a little inspired.

So I took a little break from all the angst and wrote this. It is dedicated to all my friends, here and in RL who have problems like Elizabeth Burke does.

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Title: Lunchtime in the Oversharers Universe
Author: elrhiarhodan
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: The Harvard Crew, Plus Neal. Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Clinton Jones, Diana Berrigan, Neal/Clinton, Neal/Peter, Diana/Elizabeth, Peter/Elizabeth, quite possibly Neal/Peter/Clinton/Diana/Elizabeth
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Insane Crack. Crackity crack. Discussion of PMS and possible solutions for The Cramps. Nipples. Abuse of fine EVOO. Marital discord. Breathing. Annoying Behaviour. Basically … crack.
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: You know that foursome at the table next to you in the restaurant you like to escape to for a nice quiet lunch? You both hate them and envy them. They talk too loud about their sexual problems or conquests? Well, these four are those people. You don’t know whether to yell at them to shut the fuck up or to talk louder so you can hear everything.


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( Peter, Neal, Clinton and Diana were having lunch at their favorite burger joint. Normally, the four of them refrained from alcohol during lunch, but Peter was hitting the beer kind of hard. )

I can’t believe it - this is the big one. The summer season finale. I have had such mixed feeling about this episode - this whole season. The treasure arc - it really burned me from the beginning - the callous use of Nazi atrocities as a plot device. The twist of Mozzie into someone unrecognizable.

But we’ve been promised a redemption.

Here we go. Not too much squeeing - I’m going to try and concentrate.

( It’s almost over - spoilers under the cut )

This is it folks - the last Dish for the next four months. Your thoughts - thinky, not so thinky. And many hugs please - because this is killing me.