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crack_van2011-09-15 01:32 pm
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Free Trader by Debra Hicks
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS/STAR TREK : NEXT GENERATION
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle, Data, Picard
Length: 26415 word count
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: http://hatstand.slashcity.net/debra/free.html(this is at the hatstand)
Star Trek : Next Generation Universe
Why this must be read: Bodie and Doyle have a timeless quality about them and makes it easy to imagine them in another universe. In this story we find our fad lads in space. . . . Star Trek space. . . .we even get Data, a ST:NG universe story can't go wrong with Data in it. You will get sucked in same as I and I hope you enjoy the flight.
Excerpt:
You've jumped to:
Tenth and eleventh ribs on right side fractured, twelfth severely bruised, deep tissue bruising along side and hip. Lacerations on face, over right shoulder, and along the broken ribs."
"Well," Bodie said cheerfully. "That doesn't sound too bad. Nice to know the poor bastard will live. Hate to think I went to all this trouble--and time, to have him die on me."
(Now, that is our Bodie spot on {{g}})
Bodie looked embarrassed. "Yes. I'm sorry about the face. It was...."
"What?" Doyle's hand shot up before he could control it. He wasn't vain but for someone to stand calmly in front of you and apologize.... "What's wrong with it?"
By way of explanation Bodie walked to an inset drawer and returned with a mirror, handing it over reluctantly. Doyle raised it just as reluctantly. He traced a finger over the bump under his right eye.
"I got the ribs right." Bodie added helpfully.
"There's no scar." Doyle sounded puzzled.
"Yeah, well, the skin patch was easy but I misaligned the bone." He took the mirror as it was offered back to him. "You can get...."
"I hope it doesn't cut down my price too much." Doyle's sharp voice cut him off, jade green eyes glaring at him coldly.
"Price?" Bodie looked blank for a minute, then leaned back against the edge of the bed, smiled coolly. "Oh, I don't think it will matter. Tell me, Doyle how much do you think I should ask? What's the going rate for slightly dented Star Fleet lieutenants?"
Free Trader on the Circuit Archive
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle, Data, Picard
Length: 26415 word count
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: http://hatstand.slashcity.net/debra/free.html(this is at the hatstand)
Star Trek : Next Generation Universe
Why this must be read: Bodie and Doyle have a timeless quality about them and makes it easy to imagine them in another universe. In this story we find our fad lads in space. . . . Star Trek space. . . .we even get Data, a ST:NG universe story can't go wrong with Data in it. You will get sucked in same as I and I hope you enjoy the flight.
Excerpt:
You've jumped to:
Tenth and eleventh ribs on right side fractured, twelfth severely bruised, deep tissue bruising along side and hip. Lacerations on face, over right shoulder, and along the broken ribs."
"Well," Bodie said cheerfully. "That doesn't sound too bad. Nice to know the poor bastard will live. Hate to think I went to all this trouble--and time, to have him die on me."
(Now, that is our Bodie spot on {{g}})
Bodie looked embarrassed. "Yes. I'm sorry about the face. It was...."
"What?" Doyle's hand shot up before he could control it. He wasn't vain but for someone to stand calmly in front of you and apologize.... "What's wrong with it?"
By way of explanation Bodie walked to an inset drawer and returned with a mirror, handing it over reluctantly. Doyle raised it just as reluctantly. He traced a finger over the bump under his right eye.
"I got the ribs right." Bodie added helpfully.
"There's no scar." Doyle sounded puzzled.
"Yeah, well, the skin patch was easy but I misaligned the bone." He took the mirror as it was offered back to him. "You can get...."
"I hope it doesn't cut down my price too much." Doyle's sharp voice cut him off, jade green eyes glaring at him coldly.
"Price?" Bodie looked blank for a minute, then leaned back against the edge of the bed, smiled coolly. "Oh, I don't think it will matter. Tell me, Doyle how much do you think I should ask? What's the going rate for slightly dented Star Fleet lieutenants?"
Free Trader on the Circuit Archive
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Thanks, K. :)