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Holding Back the Flood by Lacey McBain - PG13
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~5.600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laceymcbain
Author Website: Lacey McBain's Fan Fiction Library
Why this must be read:
Hello! I'mbirggitt, and I'll be driving the Van this month and offering you
And, for my first rec, we have a Lacey McBain's story. Why? Well, this is a Lacey McBain's story, which means the writing is accurate and beautiful, and the character's voices are spot-on. And the story itself has most of my favorite things: it's a first time story, angsty and filled with hurt/comfort.
The mission ended, and not in the best of the ways. Doyle is hurt, emotionally hurt, and Bodie tries to reach him, to help his partner. But we all know how Ray Doyle is, don't we?
As the story progress, we learn what happened, why Ray feel that it was his failure; emotions and feelings are shown. Raw, maybe dangerous, but real.
Why don't have a taste?
“I decided to go to the warehouse.”
“And I agreed.”
“But it was my decision.”
Doyle clings to that one truth stubbornly, knowing it’s the brick holding back the flood. If he gives this up to Bodie, shares the blame, he’ll have nothing left except the pain and sorrow of lives lost too easily. Bodie will want to comfort him, wrap strong arms around him, and sometimes Doyle just needs to hurt alone. He doesn’t want to depend on Bodie—he already needs him more than is healthy, and one of these days that’s going to come out in the deluge too. All those secrets and hurts and wants he’s been holding back for too many years, patching the cracks with anger and distance. He’s barely keeping it together anymore.
“Our decision.” Bodie’s got both hands on his shoulders now, and although the angle of his jaw is stubborn and hard, his eyes have softened. So has his touch. Doyle knows Bodie’s not likely to suggest pitching him off the roof again, but this is a much more dangerous space. They’ve been here before, but the dam’s always held.
“Mine.” Doyle manages to say it with more force than he feels, knows Bodie’s just going to keep at him till he wears him down. Hands are stroking along his arms now, shoulder to elbow and back again, rubbing warmth into his aching limbs.
“Ours, Ray.”
Words get caught in Doyle’s throat and he closes his eyes, anger seeping away with the sure knowledge that there was nothing they could’ve done, and nothing they would’ve done differently. It’s their job to follow leads, and Cowley trusts them to do their best, knowing it won’t always be good enough. Some days it feels like it can never be good enough.
“Can’t let me have one thing of my own, can you?” Doyle whispers when he finds his voice.
“Not good at sharing, are you?” Bodie chuckles and the sound is like the first rush of a spring stream. The flood is starting.
“Bodie.”
“Partners. Praise or blame, it’s ours to share.”
So, what do you think? Yeah, I thought so! Go to read Holding Back the Flood, and don't forget to let the author know how great this story is.
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~5.600 words
Author on LJ:
laceymcbainAuthor Website: Lacey McBain's Fan Fiction Library
Why this must be read:
Hello! I'm
birggitt, and I'll be driving the Van this month and offering you candy
stories that I feel are great and deserve to be read once and again.And, for my first rec, we have a Lacey McBain's story. Why? Well, this is a Lacey McBain's story, which means the writing is accurate and beautiful, and the character's voices are spot-on. And the story itself has most of my favorite things: it's a first time story, angsty and filled with hurt/comfort.
The mission ended, and not in the best of the ways. Doyle is hurt, emotionally hurt, and Bodie tries to reach him, to help his partner. But we all know how Ray Doyle is, don't we?
As the story progress, we learn what happened, why Ray feel that it was his failure; emotions and feelings are shown. Raw, maybe dangerous, but real.
Why don't have a taste?
“I decided to go to the warehouse.”
“And I agreed.”
“But it was my decision.”
Doyle clings to that one truth stubbornly, knowing it’s the brick holding back the flood. If he gives this up to Bodie, shares the blame, he’ll have nothing left except the pain and sorrow of lives lost too easily. Bodie will want to comfort him, wrap strong arms around him, and sometimes Doyle just needs to hurt alone. He doesn’t want to depend on Bodie—he already needs him more than is healthy, and one of these days that’s going to come out in the deluge too. All those secrets and hurts and wants he’s been holding back for too many years, patching the cracks with anger and distance. He’s barely keeping it together anymore.
“Our decision.” Bodie’s got both hands on his shoulders now, and although the angle of his jaw is stubborn and hard, his eyes have softened. So has his touch. Doyle knows Bodie’s not likely to suggest pitching him off the roof again, but this is a much more dangerous space. They’ve been here before, but the dam’s always held.
“Mine.” Doyle manages to say it with more force than he feels, knows Bodie’s just going to keep at him till he wears him down. Hands are stroking along his arms now, shoulder to elbow and back again, rubbing warmth into his aching limbs.
“Ours, Ray.”
Words get caught in Doyle’s throat and he closes his eyes, anger seeping away with the sure knowledge that there was nothing they could’ve done, and nothing they would’ve done differently. It’s their job to follow leads, and Cowley trusts them to do their best, knowing it won’t always be good enough. Some days it feels like it can never be good enough.
“Can’t let me have one thing of my own, can you?” Doyle whispers when he finds his voice.
“Not good at sharing, are you?” Bodie chuckles and the sound is like the first rush of a spring stream. The flood is starting.
“Bodie.”
“Partners. Praise or blame, it’s ours to share.”
So, what do you think? Yeah, I thought so! Go to read Holding Back the Flood, and don't forget to let the author know how great this story is.