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October, by Rowan
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 3600 words, 21kb.
Author on LJ: don't think so.
Author Website: don't know of one.
Why this must be read: For the countdown at the end.
I don't know anything about this author. There's no contact email, no website with information, no nothing. There are simply two stories on the online Circuit Archive, and a third on the CD. But I love her writing style.
Faint sound in the hollow dark behind him. Run. He couldn't. The pain in his head was at best a concussion, at worst a skull-fracture waiting to shift and - and what? Kill him? He heard his own laughter, a chilly rattle. There were worse things. Jesus. There were worse things; already had been. The sounds focussed. Became - human, searching. Some mad propriety sent his hands to the front of jeans that would never fasten again, then to the remnants of his shirt, which he pulled down and ran.
We begin with Bodie fleeing. Very bad things have happened to him, and as his brain tries to make sense of it, his body is running: running to Doyle. The writing is gorgeous - but, warning ahead, not everyone will want to read it: Bodie has been raped. The event isn't in the story but the references to it are explicit and start right at the beginning. He won't go to a hospital, but does trust Doyle to look after him.
She hesitated fractionally in the doorway, Doyle at her shoulder. Both listened to the concentrated silence for a second, then Doyle shook his head, and she slipped away down the stairs.
He was far enough gone that he let Ray pick him up and carry him. It was no easy matter, but Doyle was more than the sum of his leanly-muscled parts when it came to this one. He slammed the door shut behind him with one heel and bore him through to the warm and rumpled bed he and Julia had just vacated. "All right, blue-eyes. Down you go here and let me see." He was easing him onto the bed when the strong body jerked in his arms, desperately flinching from contact with the mattress. Barely able to restrain him, Doyle crashed to his knees and rolled him quickly onto his side. "Okay! Okay... Is that better? Can you lie there?"
Bodie gave a raw moan and curled up, trying to get away from the pain in his arse and somehow contain the mounting one in his gut. Dimly he was aware of Ray's hands all over him, quick and gentle, searching out the hurt. Christ, he couldn't let him find it!
Doyle calms him, tends to him physically and reassures him emotionally. Eventually, he is able to reduce the pain enough for Bodie to sleep. And right at the end of this story, there is a countdown into that sleep. And the conversation in this countdown is beautifully portrayed. Everything shrinks down to the two of them in that room and what they're telling each other. I desperately, desperately want to quote it -- but it's right at the end of the story, and it would destroy it to do so.
October, by Rowan
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 3600 words, 21kb.
Author on LJ: don't think so.
Author Website: don't know of one.
Why this must be read: For the countdown at the end.
I don't know anything about this author. There's no contact email, no website with information, no nothing. There are simply two stories on the online Circuit Archive, and a third on the CD. But I love her writing style.
Faint sound in the hollow dark behind him. Run. He couldn't. The pain in his head was at best a concussion, at worst a skull-fracture waiting to shift and - and what? Kill him? He heard his own laughter, a chilly rattle. There were worse things. Jesus. There were worse things; already had been. The sounds focussed. Became - human, searching. Some mad propriety sent his hands to the front of jeans that would never fasten again, then to the remnants of his shirt, which he pulled down and ran.
We begin with Bodie fleeing. Very bad things have happened to him, and as his brain tries to make sense of it, his body is running: running to Doyle. The writing is gorgeous - but, warning ahead, not everyone will want to read it: Bodie has been raped. The event isn't in the story but the references to it are explicit and start right at the beginning. He won't go to a hospital, but does trust Doyle to look after him.
She hesitated fractionally in the doorway, Doyle at her shoulder. Both listened to the concentrated silence for a second, then Doyle shook his head, and she slipped away down the stairs.
He was far enough gone that he let Ray pick him up and carry him. It was no easy matter, but Doyle was more than the sum of his leanly-muscled parts when it came to this one. He slammed the door shut behind him with one heel and bore him through to the warm and rumpled bed he and Julia had just vacated. "All right, blue-eyes. Down you go here and let me see." He was easing him onto the bed when the strong body jerked in his arms, desperately flinching from contact with the mattress. Barely able to restrain him, Doyle crashed to his knees and rolled him quickly onto his side. "Okay! Okay... Is that better? Can you lie there?"
Bodie gave a raw moan and curled up, trying to get away from the pain in his arse and somehow contain the mounting one in his gut. Dimly he was aware of Ray's hands all over him, quick and gentle, searching out the hurt. Christ, he couldn't let him find it!
Doyle calms him, tends to him physically and reassures him emotionally. Eventually, he is able to reduce the pain enough for Bodie to sleep. And right at the end of this story, there is a countdown into that sleep. And the conversation in this countdown is beautifully portrayed. Everything shrinks down to the two of them in that room and what they're telling each other. I desperately, desperately want to quote it -- but it's right at the end of the story, and it would destroy it to do so.
October, by Rowan