Five White Collar AUs Sam Didn't Write

Title: Five White Collar AUs Sam Didn't Write
Rating: Nothing over PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: These are five AUs that could have been long fics, but aren't. One crossover, two alternate histories, and two alternate realities.
Notes: Hell with it, I don't even know how to deal with this show right now, but I had this stuff written...

( Five AUs... )

Fake cut takes you to the fic at Dreamwidth.

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Okay I don't actually know how to deal with White Collar right now, or with the fandom, for so many reasons not the least of which being: I am still bonkers.

But I wrote this the weekend before the S3 opener in order to clean out my "fic ideas" file, so I thought I might as well post it.

Title: Five White Collar AUs Sam Didn't Write
Rating: Nothing over PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: These are five AUs that could have been long fics, but aren't. One crossover, two alternate histories, and two alternate realities.

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Oh man, Coworker Crush and I just had a really funny email exchange and I can't even tell you guys about it because I'm concerned she'll google a very specific phrase involved and hit my journal.

I'm not ashamed of the porn or the pictures of my bathroom and she already knows about my bizarre obsession with origami and Doctor Who, but like most of the cast of characters here, she doesn't know I blog about her and that could get SO AWKWARD.

So awkward I just mis-spelled it "awakward".

You'll just have to make up your own scenario. Probably funnier that way anyhow.

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O HAY IT'S FRIDAY

PHOTO POST COMING YOUR WAY.

I found a few more photos from camping on my phone, including one of a farm I passed on the train (not that interesting, but I liked the composition) and a very decrepit sign taken in the creepiest bathroom ever. The sign reads: "This new fixture is designed for use as a urinal, although it can also be used as a regular toilet. For best usage, it is suggested that you back up to the SANISTAND and straddle it. You need not sit down. We know that you, too, will welcome this newest contribution to the process of public health and sanitation." It was hanging over an ordinary toilet.

You know what this is? It's a MAGAZINE VENDING MACHINE.

Another shot of the Model City for you.

I took a bunch of pictures at the Art Institute, including this one of possibly my favourite fountain ever. I stumbled over it during my first visit to Chicago and promptly dubbed it "The Art Institute Wet T-Shirt Contest".

I also visited the new Renaissance Prints exhibit and took a whole bunch of photos. Most exhibits allow this as long as the pieces are owned by the museum, so I assumed since there were no "NO CAMERAS" signs, it was okay. Turns out, not so much! But I didn't get caught until nearly the end, which means I have a whole bunch of ILLICIT PHOTOS of:

-- Renaissance pop-up books based on Durer etchings!
-- Gorgeous inscrutible compasses!
-- Actual Durer etchings! (Don't stare too long, you'll get a migrane.)

I also took a picture of the Chicago Stock Exchange Trading Room, which when the building it was in was demolished was rescued and reassembled and installed in the Art Institute. You can rent it for parties! I've decided to upgrade my marriage plans from "If I ever meet someone who can stand me, we'll elope" to "Let's get married there."

Then I went and had lunch at the North Terrace, with some ducks. Does that onion, or does it not, look like a seared scallop? You can see where I might have been confused.

In conclusion, there's nothing like going to Sausagefest and having a nice 10" Italian.

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Holy crap. I now have the Fanciest Bathroom Sink In Wrigleyville.

BEFORE:


AFTER:


It matches nothing else in the entire apartment. It's endearingly pretentious. But the hot water spigot totally works now, so I'm calling it a net win.