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Nothing Written in Stone by Josey (Mild R)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sangpassionne (Retired fanfic LJ) & empty_mirrors
Author Website: Enthusiastic Amateurs
Why this must be read:
Because the characters are fantastic and 3D, human and fallible, and the madness that is their lives is convoluted and yet so simple at its heart, with a narrative which really captures the feel of CI5 and, in particular, the duo we are most interested in. It's another first time story, but I found it more hard-hitting than usual, with any angst neither exaggerated nor underplayed. To me it was a natural progression of their relationship, like a winding path, with a few surprises along the way which made me really see the characters and not what I may have been expecting to see.
I'm afraid I'm finding this one twice as hard to pitch a sale for, so I just hope a couple of extracts can convey what I apparently can't. Whilst I found an earlier rec easy to write, I'm finding this one difficult for the very same reason: it's such a good story, but this time I don't know what to say without giving too much away. (And I might also be overtired -- sorry. :() The extracts shouldn't give too much away, but, just in case, they're under this cut:
Doyle returned to the file he was studying. He ought to say something about the testing job. If he didn’t then he was going to end up in serious trouble before the end of the month. December/January was always tight at the best of times, being a long time between pay-days, and he had to give Grace the money soon or it would be too late. But that wouldn’t leave him enough for utilities let alone food. Doyle was starting to have visions of starving in a dark freezing flat over Christmas.
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Bodie blew on his hands and rubbed them together. If he’d known he’d be sat for bloody hours, he would have worn gloves, but he wasn’t about to give up now, not after records proved that the woman Doyle was with was none other than Grace Findley one, radical troublemaker.
Seemed a bit odd though, going for a drink with someone who was blackmailing you.
Up the road, the door of a fish and chip shop opened and a couple spilled out, along with the promise of hot greasy food. Bodie’s stomach rumbled. He’d not eaten since lunch and it wouldn’t hurt just nipping along and picking up a sixpenny’th of chips. He could check that Ray was still in situ on the way back.
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“What?” Dragged out his unhappy pondering, Doyle sat up and glared at Bodie who was leaning against the door.
“I believe there was a promise of luncheon if I hung around long enough, sunshine. And none of that cheap muck from the cafe; I’m expecting a three course with cocktails, since you’re buying.” Doyle opened his mouth to cry off but Bodie got in first, his face full of smiles and hands rubbing together. “Know just the place. There’s a little Italian opened just round the corner. Perfect for an intimate tête-à-tête.”
The idea of a private meal with Bodie was at once horrifying and exactly what Doyle had wanted for months. A chance to get his partner alone, not in a work environment and without the girls who always seemed to be tagging along. He could take the opportunity to tell him how he really felt. Or not.
Let me know if you've got a better way of describing it to a potential reader? Lol, I could do with the help. :P *blushes*
Nothing Written in Stone
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ:
sangpassionne (Retired fanfic LJ) & empty_mirrorsAuthor Website: Enthusiastic Amateurs
Why this must be read:
Because the characters are fantastic and 3D, human and fallible, and the madness that is their lives is convoluted and yet so simple at its heart, with a narrative which really captures the feel of CI5 and, in particular, the duo we are most interested in. It's another first time story, but I found it more hard-hitting than usual, with any angst neither exaggerated nor underplayed. To me it was a natural progression of their relationship, like a winding path, with a few surprises along the way which made me really see the characters and not what I may have been expecting to see.
I'm afraid I'm finding this one twice as hard to pitch a sale for, so I just hope a couple of extracts can convey what I apparently can't. Whilst I found an earlier rec easy to write, I'm finding this one difficult for the very same reason: it's such a good story, but this time I don't know what to say without giving too much away. (And I might also be overtired -- sorry. :() The extracts shouldn't give too much away, but, just in case, they're under this cut:
Doyle returned to the file he was studying. He ought to say something about the testing job. If he didn’t then he was going to end up in serious trouble before the end of the month. December/January was always tight at the best of times, being a long time between pay-days, and he had to give Grace the money soon or it would be too late. But that wouldn’t leave him enough for utilities let alone food. Doyle was starting to have visions of starving in a dark freezing flat over Christmas.
----------
Bodie blew on his hands and rubbed them together. If he’d known he’d be sat for bloody hours, he would have worn gloves, but he wasn’t about to give up now, not after records proved that the woman Doyle was with was none other than Grace Findley one, radical troublemaker.
Seemed a bit odd though, going for a drink with someone who was blackmailing you.
Up the road, the door of a fish and chip shop opened and a couple spilled out, along with the promise of hot greasy food. Bodie’s stomach rumbled. He’d not eaten since lunch and it wouldn’t hurt just nipping along and picking up a sixpenny’th of chips. He could check that Ray was still in situ on the way back.
----------
“What?” Dragged out his unhappy pondering, Doyle sat up and glared at Bodie who was leaning against the door.
“I believe there was a promise of luncheon if I hung around long enough, sunshine. And none of that cheap muck from the cafe; I’m expecting a three course with cocktails, since you’re buying.” Doyle opened his mouth to cry off but Bodie got in first, his face full of smiles and hands rubbing together. “Know just the place. There’s a little Italian opened just round the corner. Perfect for an intimate tête-à-tête.”
The idea of a private meal with Bodie was at once horrifying and exactly what Doyle had wanted for months. A chance to get his partner alone, not in a work environment and without the girls who always seemed to be tagging along. He could take the opportunity to tell him how he really felt. Or not.
Let me know if you've got a better way of describing it to a potential reader? Lol, I could do with the help. :P *blushes*
Nothing Written in Stone