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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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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/
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The devil take green eggs and ham!
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