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Bats at Noon by Dana Austin Marsh (R)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown - fics cans be found at The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read: I'm a huge Batman fan - what does that have to do with the PROS? Well, sometimes the title of a fic catches my interest for various reasons, and this one mentioned bats, so I figured I'd read it. *g* And I was glad I did. From the declaration of the first line--"Bodie was blind"--the story grabs hold and doesn't let go. Injured by a bomb blast, Bodie has to deal with the possibility of never being able to see again, and Doyle has to deal right along with him. They battle through not knowing what to say to one another, feeling helpless (both of them), and trying to pretend everything is just the same as it always was. They take comfort in physical contact--something that's required for Bodie to cope, but for Doyle it also means the fulfillment of a long-held wish to be closer to his partner. But he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation either. You'll have to read the story to see how they resolve the issue.
The unexpected sound of Doyle's voice made Bodie jump. "Yeah. Gives me a bit of a jolt when I first wake up in the dark," he admitted. "Wake you up, did I?"
"Yeah."
Bodie could tell by the sound of his voice that Doyle wasn't fully awake. The husky tone was too easy, too reasonable for his partner to be fully up to speed. Bodie tried to picture a sleepy eyed, dopey Doyle, but couldn't. All he could see was the black.
"What time is it?" he asked for something to say.
Doyle reluctantly uncurled and propped himself up to get a look at the clock on the bedside table on the other side of Bodie. He flopped down with a moan.
"That early, is it?" Bodie inquired innocently.
"Six o'clock, mate. Even Cowley isn't awake yet," Doyle complained.
"Cowley? He hasn't even been to bed," Bodie predicted. "The man only sleeps on Saturday, you know."
"Right, and only if it's an odd numbered day," Doyle contributed contentedly. It felt so right to be doing their double act. So normal. So natural. As long as he didn't look at Bodie's bandaged eyes, and didn't think about the fact that they were lying in Bodie's bed. But he couldn't help thinking about it, and he'd been too tired to stay awake last night and sort himself out like he'd planned.
"You can get your head down for another hour," Bodie reminded. "Cowley won't expect you in before eight, will he?"
"Nah. Not goin' in," Doyle mumbled into the pillow.
"What?"
Doyle lifted his head to be heard more clearly. "On standby till further notice."
"Oh. Can have a lie in then, if you want."
"Not with you rabbitin' on, I can't."
"Right then, I'll just shut up."
After a minute's silence, Doyle opened one eye and encountered exactly what he expected to see -- one quite adorable pout. That bottom lip could work its way around Cowley upon occasion, a decidedly sleepy Doyle didn't have a chance.
"Nah, go ahead and talk. Tell me about Africa. Put me to sleep for sure," he teased.
Read the story and let the author know what you thought: Bats at Noon
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown - fics cans be found at The Circuit Archive
Why this must be read: I'm a huge Batman fan - what does that have to do with the PROS? Well, sometimes the title of a fic catches my interest for various reasons, and this one mentioned bats, so I figured I'd read it. *g* And I was glad I did. From the declaration of the first line--"Bodie was blind"--the story grabs hold and doesn't let go. Injured by a bomb blast, Bodie has to deal with the possibility of never being able to see again, and Doyle has to deal right along with him. They battle through not knowing what to say to one another, feeling helpless (both of them), and trying to pretend everything is just the same as it always was. They take comfort in physical contact--something that's required for Bodie to cope, but for Doyle it also means the fulfillment of a long-held wish to be closer to his partner. But he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation either. You'll have to read the story to see how they resolve the issue.
The unexpected sound of Doyle's voice made Bodie jump. "Yeah. Gives me a bit of a jolt when I first wake up in the dark," he admitted. "Wake you up, did I?"
"Yeah."
Bodie could tell by the sound of his voice that Doyle wasn't fully awake. The husky tone was too easy, too reasonable for his partner to be fully up to speed. Bodie tried to picture a sleepy eyed, dopey Doyle, but couldn't. All he could see was the black.
"What time is it?" he asked for something to say.
Doyle reluctantly uncurled and propped himself up to get a look at the clock on the bedside table on the other side of Bodie. He flopped down with a moan.
"That early, is it?" Bodie inquired innocently.
"Six o'clock, mate. Even Cowley isn't awake yet," Doyle complained.
"Cowley? He hasn't even been to bed," Bodie predicted. "The man only sleeps on Saturday, you know."
"Right, and only if it's an odd numbered day," Doyle contributed contentedly. It felt so right to be doing their double act. So normal. So natural. As long as he didn't look at Bodie's bandaged eyes, and didn't think about the fact that they were lying in Bodie's bed. But he couldn't help thinking about it, and he'd been too tired to stay awake last night and sort himself out like he'd planned.
"You can get your head down for another hour," Bodie reminded. "Cowley won't expect you in before eight, will he?"
"Nah. Not goin' in," Doyle mumbled into the pillow.
"What?"
Doyle lifted his head to be heard more clearly. "On standby till further notice."
"Oh. Can have a lie in then, if you want."
"Not with you rabbitin' on, I can't."
"Right then, I'll just shut up."
After a minute's silence, Doyle opened one eye and encountered exactly what he expected to see -- one quite adorable pout. That bottom lip could work its way around Cowley upon occasion, a decidedly sleepy Doyle didn't have a chance.
"Nah, go ahead and talk. Tell me about Africa. Put me to sleep for sure," he teased.
Read the story and let the author know what you thought: Bats at Noon
bats at noon