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crack_van2013-06-10 11:01 pm
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Knife Edge by HG (PG)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: B/D
Length: Short Story
Author on LJ:
hgdoghouse
Author Website: HG's stories at A03
Why this must be read: Because in the same spirit as a doped-up Doyle is irresistible, so is this one, especially in the capable hands of HG. He's out to get Kenny, he's armed with a switchblade - and he's on his own. Where's Bodie? There's got to be some explanation... and there is, and it's excellent, and must definitely be read! *g*
Excerpt: The pubs, bingo hall and cinema yet to empty, there were few people on the street. His head down, hands punched deep in the pockets of his waist-length jacket, Doyle forced his leaden legs to increase their pace in an attempt to out-distance his thoughts. His abstraction was such that he didn't notice the man at the bus stop until he walked into him. Doyle's automatic apology faltered then died when he recognised the face illuminated by the flickering street lamp.
"Kenny!"
And the chase was on.
Haring after the long-legged figure, unarmed and without an RT, Doyle cursed his rank stupidity. He entered the narrow alleyway so fast that he cannoned into the brickwork on the other corner. Righting himself, his stride lengthened as he closed on the other man, only to skid to a halt as Kenny turned on him, a thin, wickedly-edged blade gleaming in one hand.
Backing away, adrenalin flooding his system as he dragged off his jacket and wrapped it around his arm, Doyle pushed back the fear and catalogued his odds on surviving the next few seconds. The weight dragging the rear pocket of his jeans belatedly identified itself: Elias Canetti's knife. There was a God.
The switch-blade opened sweet as a kiss, the haft nestling in Doyle's hand as if custom-made. A cold smile crossed his face when Kenny edged away.
Knife Edge
Pairing: B/D
Length: Short Story
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: HG's stories at A03
Why this must be read: Because in the same spirit as a doped-up Doyle is irresistible, so is this one, especially in the capable hands of HG. He's out to get Kenny, he's armed with a switchblade - and he's on his own. Where's Bodie? There's got to be some explanation... and there is, and it's excellent, and must definitely be read! *g*
Excerpt: The pubs, bingo hall and cinema yet to empty, there were few people on the street. His head down, hands punched deep in the pockets of his waist-length jacket, Doyle forced his leaden legs to increase their pace in an attempt to out-distance his thoughts. His abstraction was such that he didn't notice the man at the bus stop until he walked into him. Doyle's automatic apology faltered then died when he recognised the face illuminated by the flickering street lamp.
"Kenny!"
And the chase was on.
Haring after the long-legged figure, unarmed and without an RT, Doyle cursed his rank stupidity. He entered the narrow alleyway so fast that he cannoned into the brickwork on the other corner. Righting himself, his stride lengthened as he closed on the other man, only to skid to a halt as Kenny turned on him, a thin, wickedly-edged blade gleaming in one hand.
Backing away, adrenalin flooding his system as he dragged off his jacket and wrapped it around his arm, Doyle pushed back the fear and catalogued his odds on surviving the next few seconds. The weight dragging the rear pocket of his jeans belatedly identified itself: Elias Canetti's knife. There was a God.
The switch-blade opened sweet as a kiss, the haft nestling in Doyle's hand as if custom-made. A cold smile crossed his face when Kenny edged away.
Knife Edge
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Thanks for reminding me about this one - it's a total delight from start to finish.