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Touch Sensitive by JoJo (Mature)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~14.800
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solosundance
Author Website: AO3; The Automated Hatstand; The Professionals Circuit Archive
Why this must be read:
This is an aftermath to JoJo's story Today's Lessons, but you don't need to have read it first to understand this one. At the beginning of the story, we'll find Bodie physical and psychologically damaged, after a brutal torture. He and Doyle had been working in their incipient relationship, but now, Bodie is living in his own personal Inferno, and can't deal with Ray, relationships or anything at all, actually.
Jojo manage to keep us on the edge, as we are take along with Bodie's attempts to recovery, Doyle's need for revenge, both men pain at what they believe is the end of their story together before it really began...
Look here to see a little bit of this story.
When he’d first came to after the self-imposed skull fracture Bodie had been well aware he was in hospital care. The sounds, the smells, even the heat, all convinced him of that. Back in the basement he thought he might have fantasized once or twice about being in a bed. A big, low bed under a window with a gauzy curtain draped over it, just obscuring a sky that wasn’t in England, the sound of the breeze moving through oversized leaves in the trees right outside. A big, low bed with a single rumpled sheet laying over his torso and a hand laying lightly on his breastbone.
What he woke to was a thin, high bed within windowless walls, sheets tucked around him, voices distorted by the unkind acoustics of empty-bellied corridors, the sharp crackle of a needle on his skin.
Not worth waking up to.
“We need you to open your eyes for us, Mr. Bodie... Mr. Bo... William... Will... open your eyes for us... no, still not responsive... very wayward stats... page Dr. Roberts would you please? Will? Will? Can you open your eyes?”
When Bodie finally decided to let the world in, and it was Doyle he saw, within reach, he was appalled. It had to mean something. If it didn’t he knew he might as well die right there and then. For about an hour, lying there awake knowing he had been scraped bare of every shred of dignity and means of self-defence, with Doyle sitting there looking at him like that, he was only interested in turning his former world upside down and retiring behind the gauzy curtain.
But a sickly sense of real life came creeping through the haze soon enough. He couldn’t be sure, because of the drugs, if Doyle ever had actually held his hand and muttered half-arsed platitudes, if he’d ever stroked his head, for crying out loud, told him to sleep, begged him to wake up, demanded that he stop fucking around and get better. Even now, Bodie went from being convinced of the fact that Doyle, just by being, would make everything alright, to seriously doubting that there had ever been anything between them at all.
This is a Big Bang story, so I choose to link to the story announce at JoJo's place; this way, you'll be able to get all the amazing extras. So go here, and read Touch Sensitive, and let JoJo know what a great story is this one.
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~14.800
Author on LJ:
solosundance/solosundanceAuthor Website: AO3; The Automated Hatstand; The Professionals Circuit Archive
Why this must be read:
This is an aftermath to JoJo's story Today's Lessons, but you don't need to have read it first to understand this one. At the beginning of the story, we'll find Bodie physical and psychologically damaged, after a brutal torture. He and Doyle had been working in their incipient relationship, but now, Bodie is living in his own personal Inferno, and can't deal with Ray, relationships or anything at all, actually.
Jojo manage to keep us on the edge, as we are take along with Bodie's attempts to recovery, Doyle's need for revenge, both men pain at what they believe is the end of their story together before it really began...
Look here to see a little bit of this story.
When he’d first came to after the self-imposed skull fracture Bodie had been well aware he was in hospital care. The sounds, the smells, even the heat, all convinced him of that. Back in the basement he thought he might have fantasized once or twice about being in a bed. A big, low bed under a window with a gauzy curtain draped over it, just obscuring a sky that wasn’t in England, the sound of the breeze moving through oversized leaves in the trees right outside. A big, low bed with a single rumpled sheet laying over his torso and a hand laying lightly on his breastbone.
What he woke to was a thin, high bed within windowless walls, sheets tucked around him, voices distorted by the unkind acoustics of empty-bellied corridors, the sharp crackle of a needle on his skin.
Not worth waking up to.
“We need you to open your eyes for us, Mr. Bodie... Mr. Bo... William... Will... open your eyes for us... no, still not responsive... very wayward stats... page Dr. Roberts would you please? Will? Will? Can you open your eyes?”
When Bodie finally decided to let the world in, and it was Doyle he saw, within reach, he was appalled. It had to mean something. If it didn’t he knew he might as well die right there and then. For about an hour, lying there awake knowing he had been scraped bare of every shred of dignity and means of self-defence, with Doyle sitting there looking at him like that, he was only interested in turning his former world upside down and retiring behind the gauzy curtain.
But a sickly sense of real life came creeping through the haze soon enough. He couldn’t be sure, because of the drugs, if Doyle ever had actually held his hand and muttered half-arsed platitudes, if he’d ever stroked his head, for crying out loud, told him to sleep, begged him to wake up, demanded that he stop fucking around and get better. Even now, Bodie went from being convinced of the fact that Doyle, just by being, would make everything alright, to seriously doubting that there had ever been anything between them at all.
This is a Big Bang story, so I choose to link to the story announce at JoJo's place; this way, you'll be able to get all the amazing extras. So go here, and read Touch Sensitive, and let JoJo know what a great story is this one.