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Heat by Lainie Stone (PG)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: (10k, 20k, drabble, one-shot, novel-length; any indication of approximate length is great)
Author on LJ: Not on lj as far as I know
Author Website: No known website, but many of Lainie's stories are on the ProsLib CD, and here is a list of her stories at Palelyloitering
Why this must be read:Because it's a wonderful Pros AU story, written by an author who is not well enough known by lj-only Pros fen! Lainie Stone wrote, I believe, back in the 1980s, and so her fic is mostly either in zines, old paper circuit copies, or (thank goodness) on the ProsLib CD. She's written some great stories, and Heat is one of my favourites.
It's set in the future, a future where the world has been decimated first by an energy crisis of its own making, and then the ravages of ensuing disease. Doyle has been working for CI5, albeit a very different CI5 which is fighting the war against the cold, waiting for the time when the country has geared itself up once more to deal with crime rather than survival. Bodie, he was told, died of the "flu" like so many others - except that Doyle never had seen his body, and it turns out that of course he's still alive - of course he is...
This is one of those stories I always think has heart - you can feel the cold not just of the country, but Doyle's cold, and Bodie's too when he's found, and you're right there with them as things start warming up again, and their world slowly rights itself. It's a great story, and it doesn't deserve to be lost in the mists of non-internet fic, so do find the ProsLib CD, or the zines, and read it!
Excerpt: Doyle heard, distantly, the clatter of his teacup hitting the saucer. It attracted the sharp attention of blue, blue eyes that looked first at the source of the noise
and then at the perpetrator. Doyle wondered what his face was saying to the other man. It must have seemed very odd. It felt very cold. The eyes looked him over and began to dismiss him, then sharpened in recognition. Behind the woman's back the man made a sharp gesture, "Stay", and then, all smooth smiles again, he tenderly helped her out of the cafe. Doyle looked down at the puddle of cold tea inching over the table to his lap and mopped at it with his stained napkin. Curiously, he felt like crying, the first strong emotion he'd had in years. So, that spot in Regent's Park he'd chosen as Bodie's held someone else; and Bodie, being
Bodie, had landed comfortably on his feet.
It was an odd thing, he found, to have someone alive after mourning them and placing their memory in a spot for precious things. It felt peculiar, almost as though the effort had been useless. Doyle thought perhaps he was dying again, numb all over and it was hard to breathe. He wondered vaguely if he were having a heart attack. He continued wiping blindly at the table.
"You thought I was dead." Bodie slid into the seat across from Doyle and leaned forward. "If ever anyone
thought they'd seen a ghost.... Here! No need for that!"
A large white handkerchief dabbed at Doyle's eyes and he swallowed. "No, sorry."
"I thought you were dead too, you know." Bodie's voice was conversational, his face a blank mask of civil
pleasantry, hiding his feelings. "I wrote when I got well enough but no one answered."
Yes. The first year had been too confused. The mail, some of it, still lay rotting in warehouses.
"We didn't get it. Your file was in the Dead box," Doyle said, looking back at his cup. Bodie's sartorial
elegance nearly hurt to see. "They said the bodies were already gone. You remember how it went." He took a shaky breath. "I...I had a place all picked out for you -- and everyone. It's pretty in the spring."
Heat
(And via Yahoo Group Proslib (membership required): Heat)
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: (10k, 20k, drabble, one-shot, novel-length; any indication of approximate length is great)
Author on LJ: Not on lj as far as I know
Author Website: No known website, but many of Lainie's stories are on the ProsLib CD, and here is a list of her stories at Palelyloitering
Why this must be read:Because it's a wonderful Pros AU story, written by an author who is not well enough known by lj-only Pros fen! Lainie Stone wrote, I believe, back in the 1980s, and so her fic is mostly either in zines, old paper circuit copies, or (thank goodness) on the ProsLib CD. She's written some great stories, and Heat is one of my favourites.
It's set in the future, a future where the world has been decimated first by an energy crisis of its own making, and then the ravages of ensuing disease. Doyle has been working for CI5, albeit a very different CI5 which is fighting the war against the cold, waiting for the time when the country has geared itself up once more to deal with crime rather than survival. Bodie, he was told, died of the "flu" like so many others - except that Doyle never had seen his body, and it turns out that of course he's still alive - of course he is...
This is one of those stories I always think has heart - you can feel the cold not just of the country, but Doyle's cold, and Bodie's too when he's found, and you're right there with them as things start warming up again, and their world slowly rights itself. It's a great story, and it doesn't deserve to be lost in the mists of non-internet fic, so do find the ProsLib CD, or the zines, and read it!
Excerpt: Doyle heard, distantly, the clatter of his teacup hitting the saucer. It attracted the sharp attention of blue, blue eyes that looked first at the source of the noise
and then at the perpetrator. Doyle wondered what his face was saying to the other man. It must have seemed very odd. It felt very cold. The eyes looked him over and began to dismiss him, then sharpened in recognition. Behind the woman's back the man made a sharp gesture, "Stay", and then, all smooth smiles again, he tenderly helped her out of the cafe. Doyle looked down at the puddle of cold tea inching over the table to his lap and mopped at it with his stained napkin. Curiously, he felt like crying, the first strong emotion he'd had in years. So, that spot in Regent's Park he'd chosen as Bodie's held someone else; and Bodie, being
Bodie, had landed comfortably on his feet.
It was an odd thing, he found, to have someone alive after mourning them and placing their memory in a spot for precious things. It felt peculiar, almost as though the effort had been useless. Doyle thought perhaps he was dying again, numb all over and it was hard to breathe. He wondered vaguely if he were having a heart attack. He continued wiping blindly at the table.
"You thought I was dead." Bodie slid into the seat across from Doyle and leaned forward. "If ever anyone
thought they'd seen a ghost.... Here! No need for that!"
A large white handkerchief dabbed at Doyle's eyes and he swallowed. "No, sorry."
"I thought you were dead too, you know." Bodie's voice was conversational, his face a blank mask of civil
pleasantry, hiding his feelings. "I wrote when I got well enough but no one answered."
Yes. The first year had been too confused. The mail, some of it, still lay rotting in warehouses.
"We didn't get it. Your file was in the Dead box," Doyle said, looking back at his cup. Bodie's sartorial
elegance nearly hurt to see. "They said the bodies were already gone. You remember how it went." He took a shaky breath. "I...I had a place all picked out for you -- and everyone. It's pretty in the spring."
Heat
(And via Yahoo Group Proslib (membership required): Heat)
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Meep! Once again you've reminded me that I still don't own the CD... somebody slap me!
Thanks for another great rec - I don't think I've thanked you yet for this month, but you've pointed out a couple I haven't read before, as well as reminding me what a twit I am for not getting the ProsLib CD. *headdesk*
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And you really should, cos there are some great stories on it that aren't - and won't ever be, from what I gather - online...
I'm just sorry that being away and then being DDoS-ed has cut short my reccing - I was determined to have recced the maximum of 12 fics, too... Which reminds me - did I miss the fanvid day, or is that today? *runs to look*
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Would the writer agree to having stories scanned or downloaded into a computer and then uploaded at one of the archives?
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I think that Lainie Stone is one of the Pros authors who has said that she's not comfortable with having her stories on the internet, though I'd have to double-check my sources about that. Which I will, because you never know... *g*
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I've put the story in the Proslib Long Story files for the benefit of Proslib members without the CD
http://tinyurl.com/3e57p96
Non-members will need to join Proslib to get access.
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Anyway - thank you! Extra access to the story is great!
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(Also I think the comm rules require online availability, but the mod said this would be ok when Francis Kerst asked for her Jane Carnall REC, provided membership was accessible.)
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It's okay - I checked beforehand!
Just tried to get to the story via your link, but got a "Document Not Found"...?
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http://tinyurl.com/423hu67
or if need be the full version
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/proslib/files/Long%20Stories/Lainie%20Stone/
My name is Spam and Spam I am
The devil take green eggs and ham!
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