Disclaimer: I'm not USA / Jeff Eastin / etc., so I don't claim to own them.
Characters/Pairings: Peter/El/Neal; Neal/OMCs; Vincent Adler; James Bennett; Other Minor Characters
Genre: Threesome; AU
Warnings: Slavery; Rape/Non-Con; Torture
Word Count: 16,000
Written For: 2013 whitecollar_bb; hc_bingo prompt "Loss of Possessions" by sinfulslasher
Artwork By: sirbojangles (pending as I was slow in finishing this fic)
Summary: As Peter and El start their new life together, the last thing they expect to get is a slave. But Neal works his way into their hearts and, ten years later, Peter is working on a way to show the two loves of his life just how much he cares. However, events set in motion years before threaten to tear their family apart.
Peter was unpacking a box labeled books when the doorbell rang. Since they'd only arrived yesterday, he glanced at El with a questioning look.
"Maybe it's the neighbors with a welcome basket," she suggested.
Peter was still feeling overly protective of his new wife, so he went to answer the door before she could. Their new puppy Satchmo trailed happily behind him until El snatched him up so he wouldn't be tempted to run out the door. They were still working on the training aspects.
When he pulled the door open, Peter was greeted by a man in a delivery suit holding a clipboard with an impatient expression on his face.
"Is this the Burke residence? Peter and Elizabeth?"
"Yes," Peter said, eyeing the non-descript van parked on the street, looking for any clue as to what the man was peddling.
"I'll need you both to sign for receipt of delivery."
El had come up behind him with a squirming Satchmo firmly in hand. When he looked her way, she just shook her head. Neither of them were expecting any deliveries.
"Before I sign, can I ask what it is we're signing for?"
"My paperwork lists you as the new owners of the slave designated DC80-456. Here's the purchase paperwork that comes with it. And can you hurry? I've got four more deliveries to make today."
Peter took the folder with a shaking hand, ignoring the man's rush. He was speechless. Owning a slave was not something he'd discussed with El, but he never thought it would be an issue. His family had been firmly middle class and could never afford a slave even if they had wanted one. On the other hand, El's family had owned several slaves and she had always said she was glad to leave that life behind. He looked behind him for El and panicked when he didn't see her. Then he saw her coming from the kitchen sans Satch. She took the paperwork from his hand and started to flip through it.
"Damn," she cursed, making Peter jump. "I told them not to, but apparently they didn't listen."
"Who?" Peter asked, finally finding his voice.
"My parents. They went and purchased us a slave as our wedding present."
Peter's stomach dropped. The only interaction he'd experienced with slaves had been the ones working on the cleaning and cooking crews at his university and then at Quantico. His lack of slave knowledge had actually been the result of his lowest scores during his FBI training. He'd been required to take a few courses that covered the basics, but he was a far cry from wanting to be a slave owner himself.
Peter was grateful that El had taken over reviewing the paperwork. She would be able to make sense of it all while his head was still reeling.
"Can you give us a few moments?" El's question to the delivery guy startled Peter out of his rising panic. The guy looked like he wanted to argue, but one stern look from El kept him silent. Then El pulled Peter into the entrance of their house.
"We have to sign for the slave, Hon," El said point blank. Before he could start an argument, she continued. "My parents suck and they added a 'no sale' clause into the contract for at least one year from date of purchase. If we don't take the slave, then he'll be put in a holding facility for that full year until he can be placed for resell again."
Peter shuddered. During his probationary period with the FBI, he had been on more than one raid of slave holding facilities. All the ones he'd seen hadn't been fit for an animal let alone a human being. He'd filed some of the slave condition reports after the raids and the list of injuries from physical and sexual abuse had been extensive. Just the thought of some unknown slave sitting in the truck outside being in one of those places had bile rising in Peter's throat.
"Can't let that happen," he agreed. "But what will we do with a slave?"
"We'll figure it out… together."
Peter pulled El close and gave her a kiss. "Together," he said a moment later and then he took her hand and went back to finalize things with the delivery guy.