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Foretasted Fear by Dawnwind (Teen And Up Audiences)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~6.800 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dawnebeth
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
And today, we have yet another first time story. Yes, yes... what can I say? I like them :P
And I also like stories about what happened after Discovered in a Graveyard.
In this one, we have Doyle still lying on a hospital bed and Bodie quivering with rage and violence, unable to get a grip on his emotions.
Bodie is well aware of what is going on with him, even as he refuse to acknowledge the feelings that are the root of them.
Doyle, on the other side... well, I guess you will had to read the story to know what's Doyle's take on this :D
But let's have a little peek on the story here:
For once, he was almost afraid to walk in. Doyle had been drugged into a blissful vacant state for nearly ten days. He'd existed, alive and recovering, in a healing sleep most of the time. The moments when he'd been able to surface from his morphine induced dreams had been few and far between. He'd ask a few questions about the shooting, those blue-green eyes burning briefly, wanting a full account. Diverting him had been child's play, and it had been easy to lull him back to sleep without much confession on Bodie's part.
Now would be different. Doyle's wits would be returning, and with them, his ability to see right inside Bodie and draw out whatever demons lurked.
Bodie pressed his bandaged hand against the wall, welcoming the flare of pain from the
tips of his fingers down to the wrist. There was such vulnerability here—on both sides.
Doyle was still so fragile—patched together with silk thread and adhesive. And Bodie felt like his whole existence was a lie. He hadn't even suspected the threat to Doyle, and then had failed to protect his own against attack. All he needed was to be exposed by his partner—and conversely, that was all he wanted out of life. To be seen for who he really was—and who he really loved.
"Hey?" Doyle raised his head off the pillow.
The tiny movement was so much more than he'd been able to do a few days before, the
last time Bodie had visited. For all his yearnings to be near Doyle, he couldn't bear seeing his partner laid low. Truth be told, Bodie had stayed away because he was afraid. Doyle calmed his very soul, and scared him out of his wits.
"Sunshine," Bodie said, feigning a lightness that he didn't feel. "Unlike the Greeks, I don't come bearing gifts."
So, enjoy reading Foretasted Fear, and don't forget to feed the author. We want to keep them happy and willing to write us some more, don't we?
And this was my last rec. As always, it has been lots of fun to revisit old and new favorites and bring them to you, in hopes you'd find something you enjoy. Until next time, girls and boys! *waves*
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~6.800 words
Author on LJ:
dawnebethAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
And today, we have yet another first time story. Yes, yes... what can I say? I like them :P
And I also like stories about what happened after Discovered in a Graveyard.
In this one, we have Doyle still lying on a hospital bed and Bodie quivering with rage and violence, unable to get a grip on his emotions.
Bodie is well aware of what is going on with him, even as he refuse to acknowledge the feelings that are the root of them.
Doyle, on the other side... well, I guess you will had to read the story to know what's Doyle's take on this :D
But let's have a little peek on the story here:
For once, he was almost afraid to walk in. Doyle had been drugged into a blissful vacant state for nearly ten days. He'd existed, alive and recovering, in a healing sleep most of the time. The moments when he'd been able to surface from his morphine induced dreams had been few and far between. He'd ask a few questions about the shooting, those blue-green eyes burning briefly, wanting a full account. Diverting him had been child's play, and it had been easy to lull him back to sleep without much confession on Bodie's part.
Now would be different. Doyle's wits would be returning, and with them, his ability to see right inside Bodie and draw out whatever demons lurked.
Bodie pressed his bandaged hand against the wall, welcoming the flare of pain from the
tips of his fingers down to the wrist. There was such vulnerability here—on both sides.
Doyle was still so fragile—patched together with silk thread and adhesive. And Bodie felt like his whole existence was a lie. He hadn't even suspected the threat to Doyle, and then had failed to protect his own against attack. All he needed was to be exposed by his partner—and conversely, that was all he wanted out of life. To be seen for who he really was—and who he really loved.
"Hey?" Doyle raised his head off the pillow.
The tiny movement was so much more than he'd been able to do a few days before, the
last time Bodie had visited. For all his yearnings to be near Doyle, he couldn't bear seeing his partner laid low. Truth be told, Bodie had stayed away because he was afraid. Doyle calmed his very soul, and scared him out of his wits.
"Sunshine," Bodie said, feigning a lightness that he didn't feel. "Unlike the Greeks, I don't come bearing gifts."
So, enjoy reading Foretasted Fear, and don't forget to feed the author. We want to keep them happy and willing to write us some more, don't we?
And this was my last rec. As always, it has been lots of fun to revisit old and new favorites and bring them to you, in hopes you'd find something you enjoy. Until next time, girls and boys! *waves*