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A Nice Day to be on the Canal (G) by Slantedlight
Fandom: PROS (THE PROFESSIONALS)
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 2,000 aprox
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
byslantedlight
Author Website: Paley Loitering
Why this must be read: Because Pros wouldn’t be Pros without Slantedlight’s talents and passion. She’s a talented, versatile writer, who can turn her hand to long and plotty, short and smutty, and just about anything and everything in-between. To pick just one of hers to rec here is nigh on impossible. If you like this then go and indulge in more. I promise you won't be disappointed.
I’ve singled out this one as a kind of introduction to all that is great in Pros: hurt/comfort Bodie and Doyle style, terrific dialogue, and an action packed slice of case life as the pair of them dodge bullets and nationalists on a mountainside in Wales.
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"Alright… alright, sunshine." A hand stroked his forehead. "What've you done this time? Put your shoulder out?"
"Just a bit…" Doyle managed. "What bloody kept you?"
"Eeny and Meeny."
"Ah." The young Welsh nationalists with the shiny guns and the bizarre connections to Omnipol. "They figure out they're outnumbered yet?"
“They were outnumbered until you took a header down the bank. How the hell you managed that…"
Doyle squinted up at the "bank" he'd become so intimate with, the seven-foot drop at its end. "Was gettin' a bit bored. Told you Wales was a lousy idea."
"Well if you hadn't been trying to smarm your way around Cowley," Bodie began, and then seemed to give up. "There are easier ways to get down a mountain, you know."
"Yeah…" he winced, "Must remember that."
Hands ran the length of him, checking for broken bones he supposed. Every inch stung as if he were covered in splinters of glass, but the hands felt good. Until they reached his ankle.
******
A Nice Day to be on the Canal
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 2,000 aprox
Author on LJ:
byslantedlightAuthor Website: Paley Loitering
Why this must be read: Because Pros wouldn’t be Pros without Slantedlight’s talents and passion. She’s a talented, versatile writer, who can turn her hand to long and plotty, short and smutty, and just about anything and everything in-between. To pick just one of hers to rec here is nigh on impossible. If you like this then go and indulge in more. I promise you won't be disappointed.
I’ve singled out this one as a kind of introduction to all that is great in Pros: hurt/comfort Bodie and Doyle style, terrific dialogue, and an action packed slice of case life as the pair of them dodge bullets and nationalists on a mountainside in Wales.
******
"Alright… alright, sunshine." A hand stroked his forehead. "What've you done this time? Put your shoulder out?"
"Just a bit…" Doyle managed. "What bloody kept you?"
"Eeny and Meeny."
"Ah." The young Welsh nationalists with the shiny guns and the bizarre connections to Omnipol. "They figure out they're outnumbered yet?"
“They were outnumbered until you took a header down the bank. How the hell you managed that…"
Doyle squinted up at the "bank" he'd become so intimate with, the seven-foot drop at its end. "Was gettin' a bit bored. Told you Wales was a lousy idea."
"Well if you hadn't been trying to smarm your way around Cowley," Bodie began, and then seemed to give up. "There are easier ways to get down a mountain, you know."
"Yeah…" he winced, "Must remember that."
Hands ran the length of him, checking for broken bones he supposed. Every inch stung as if he were covered in splinters of glass, but the hands felt good. Until they reached his ankle.
******
A Nice Day to be on the Canal