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Wolf in the Fold by Bardicvoice
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: None (Gen)
Length: Short novella
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bardicvoice
Author's Website; fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
Hi, mates! Here’s Francis again, so be afraid, be very afraid: I intend to make up for lost time.
And for my return to the game, I’ve chosen an odd piece of work, for the “Pros” fanfiction’s standards: It’s gen (not even especially focused on the partnership), it’s serious and thoughtful, almost philosophical, and the main part is shared between Bodie and a very unusual female character (eh, no! don’t run away at the first sound of it; it’s not het either, not in the least).
Don’t take me wrong; I don’t imply that Pros fanfiction cannot be serious, thoughtful and philosophical at places but, here, the moral meaning is the core of the subject, though never set in a moralistic or preaching tone. Or if a preach there is, it’s the best I ever listened to; you couldn’t add or remove a single word and every one sounds right.
You can read it as a meditation on destiny; in that case Bodie’s destiny, starting from his early years in Africa with an encounter that would later lead his life path to then unexpected directions. This excerpt sums it fine:
"You said the Sister recognized you, Bodie? How did that happen?"
"Caught a glimpse of me through the door. She didn't give me away, and no one else noticed."
"What would she think when she saw you?"
"I — can't say, sir. It's been a long time: Africa. Kisangana, in the Belgian Congo. Call it Zaire, now." Memories darkened his eyes and Doyle held utterly still, almost holding his breath not to interfere with the unexpected opening of another rare door into his partner's checkered past. "I was a merc then, gunrunning. I haven't seen or been in touch with her since." Doyle saw something shift in his face, lightening his expression and waking a tiny smile. "But she'll trust me, sir; I'm certain of it. She'll give me cover, no question."
"You're asking my blessing on one hell of a chance, three-seven."
To Doyle's surprise, Bodie frankly grinned.
"She already gave me her blessing, sir. And Hell couldn't stand against Sister Agnes."
What to say more? The story is beautifully written, in a concise, efficient style; there is all your heart may desire (in a gen fiction): fast action, a simple but good plot, perfect characterisation, perfect characters’ voices. This is a professional work.
Wolf in the Fold
Pairing: None (Gen)
Length: Short novella
Author on LJ:
bardicvoiceAuthor's Website; fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
Hi, mates! Here’s Francis again, so be afraid, be very afraid: I intend to make up for lost time.
And for my return to the game, I’ve chosen an odd piece of work, for the “Pros” fanfiction’s standards: It’s gen (not even especially focused on the partnership), it’s serious and thoughtful, almost philosophical, and the main part is shared between Bodie and a very unusual female character (eh, no! don’t run away at the first sound of it; it’s not het either, not in the least).
Don’t take me wrong; I don’t imply that Pros fanfiction cannot be serious, thoughtful and philosophical at places but, here, the moral meaning is the core of the subject, though never set in a moralistic or preaching tone. Or if a preach there is, it’s the best I ever listened to; you couldn’t add or remove a single word and every one sounds right.
You can read it as a meditation on destiny; in that case Bodie’s destiny, starting from his early years in Africa with an encounter that would later lead his life path to then unexpected directions. This excerpt sums it fine:
"You said the Sister recognized you, Bodie? How did that happen?"
"Caught a glimpse of me through the door. She didn't give me away, and no one else noticed."
"What would she think when she saw you?"
"I — can't say, sir. It's been a long time: Africa. Kisangana, in the Belgian Congo. Call it Zaire, now." Memories darkened his eyes and Doyle held utterly still, almost holding his breath not to interfere with the unexpected opening of another rare door into his partner's checkered past. "I was a merc then, gunrunning. I haven't seen or been in touch with her since." Doyle saw something shift in his face, lightening his expression and waking a tiny smile. "But she'll trust me, sir; I'm certain of it. She'll give me cover, no question."
"You're asking my blessing on one hell of a chance, three-seven."
To Doyle's surprise, Bodie frankly grinned.
"She already gave me her blessing, sir. And Hell couldn't stand against Sister Agnes."
What to say more? The story is beautifully written, in a concise, efficient style; there is all your heart may desire (in a gen fiction): fast action, a simple but good plot, perfect characterisation, perfect characters’ voices. This is a professional work.
Wolf in the Fold