Fic: Time Will Tell

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Squeaking in under the wire here. My prompts were the Greek islands and suntan lotion.
Um...


Time Will Tell

Not doing anything was the worst. He hadn’t been this still for this long since Belfast. He hadn’t eaten in about six hours and he hadn’t even looked at the busty nurse as she’d leant over to fiddle with the IV. When Doyle woke up he’d tell him and they’d have a laugh. Doyle would tell him she was off limits anyway, that the diet would do him good, and that... Well, maybe Bodie wouldn’t tell him about Belfast, or about how long he’d been sitting here.

First things first.

Ray, you bastard, wake the fuck up...

********

“You what?”

“You heard.”

“You’re giving me a plane ticket?”

“Trust you to hear it like that. I am not giving you a plane ticket. I’m just giving you a good deal. Julie can’t go and the whole thing’s booked and paid for. You’re paying for the plane ticket, mate. And the food. Well, for half the food anyway.” A wicked grin. “More than half, probably.”

Bodie studied his partner. Took his eyes off the road for a good ten seconds and even turned towards Doyle from the passenger seat to take it in. He’d been offered many things in life, but never this. And, truth be told, he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it. He searched around for something to say.

“Bit sudden, innit?”

“What, Cowley giving us a week off? Yeah, only took four years. Really sudden, Bodie.”

“No, I mean us. Going away.” He stopped the word ‘together’ coming out just in time. He brushed his hands briskly down his cords, aware that Doyle had turned his head. “It’s nice of your sister and everything, but I might have plans, sunshine. You never asked... Oh, what? I can’t find it a bit fucking sudden?”

The glare he was getting through Doyle’s sunglasses heated him up nicely. Typical Ray. The man could complicate a boiled egg if you let him. Bodie bit down his first response and turned his attention back to the rainy streets of Watford. He had feared this from the very beginning. That Doyle would take whatever it was between them and turn it–-turn Bodie–-into a romantic attachment. Someone he had to wine, dine, and apparently, take on bloody holiday.

“We need to keep our heads about this, mate. We agreed to be discreet and under the radar. Not exactly under the radar if the two of us go poncing off to Rhodes together, is it?”

Regretting his word choice as his partner’s profile tightened, he nevertheless decided to press the point while he could.

“Look, we don’t…I like what we have, what we’re doin’. You fucking know that. It’s just...” He lowered his voice to what he hoped was a soothing register. “Never sunbathed a day in me life, sunshine. I do burn like a peach, you know.” He laid his right hand on Doyle’s knee and squeezed. He really did like what they had and didn’t want—

“Fine. Was just a thought. No need to get your knickers in a twist.” The smile that came his way was as remote as only Doyle’s could be sometimes. Bodie took his hand back. “No worries, Bodie. I’ll ask Sandra. I’m sure she’s done her fair share of sunbathing.”

And at that, Bodie could say nothing. His rules after all. He felt his own jaw clench.

“As you wish.”

“Yeah. As I bloody wish.”

Bodie kept his eyes on the traffic after that. This morning he’d had one of the best blow jobs of his life from the man on his right. Now he wondered if he’d get so much as a Rich Tea biscuit out of him when they got to work.

Yet it wasn’t entirely Doyle’s fault. Because whatever else had been happening these past two months, one thing for sure was that Doyle hadn’t acted alone.

******

“Don’t. Ah, Jesus, Bodie, don’t.”

Bodie left his hand where it was, because the bulge he had his hand on was saying anything but don’t. He twisted on the sofa, a little more into Doyle, and his heart picked up in time to the one hammering just a T-shirt away.

He swallowed. “You mean that?” He could hardly get the words out. Doyle’s head was tilted back on the sofa, eyes shut, the line of his neck beautifully exposed as his chest rose and fell. Jesus. Bodie’s cock twitched hard and fast, caught by the surprise of how erotic the simple act of rapid breathing was in this man. Still, it couldn’t all be from him, from his hand, his late night advance on the sofa. Otherwise there’d be hell to pay when those eyes opened. Reluctantly he schooled his face for what was to come, and began to withdraw.

Fathomless green eyes opened.

He opened his mouth to deflect whatever was coming and had no idea what to say. And then it didn’t matter because suddenly his mouth was full of Doyle. Literally, tongue thrusting in, lips grinding. The taste of coffee and alcohol mixed with the sweat of the day and kicked his heart into an unprecedented moment of panic. He pulled back and tried to breathe.

“’M not...giving up things.”

By things he meant birds, though the word never quite made it out.

“Who’s bloody asking you to? Come back here.” A hand clamped the back of his neck, drawing him down. And down he went; to his partner, to the sofa, and to a world he thought he’d left behind on sunburnt African shores.

He had not stayed the night, despite a careless arm slung across his chest in the mess of Doyle’s bed that seemed to say that he could. And he had determinedly arranged a date with Sylvie for the following evening as soon as he’d crashed through his own front door again. A moment or two of tension and throat clearing in the car the next day had set things straight–-so to speak–-and the relief at not having fucked up the best partnership he’d ever known had rendered surprisingly enjoyable a day of mindless informant-chasing. There had been grins, terrible puns, and even a chip fight between the two of them at one point.

So they still did the birds. They dated, they double dated, they fucked each other occasionally, they broke up a spy ring Cowley had been after for years, they got drunk to celebrate and threw up in the same gutter, they had sex against the living room wall as soon as they were clean and sober again. And Bodie had never known anything like it, a headiness and lust for the brand new morning of each day which made him sunnier with the world and its occupants than he could ever remember being.

******

Which brought him back to the beep of a machine threatening to take it all away. And to the knot in his chest, and to the confusing desire to kiss and thump his partner till those eyes finally opened. Because of Doyle, he now had a balance in life he’d never believed in. He had birds for conventional get-togethers and social niceties, he had a partner for watching his back and keeping him sane on the job as few ever had, and he had a bedmate in that same partner for literally making him howl with pleasure when the urge possessed them. And if that urge had been possessing him more and more of late, that was just Ray being more of a complete package, wasn’t it? With Ray he got conversation he didn’t have to fake an interest in, someone who had no interest in sweet nothings and fancy dinners, and someone who would watch Match of the Day with him, right through to the end, and then take him to bed.

If you were lucky enough to ever find that balance, you didn’t fuck it up by jumping in with both feet and taking off to a Greek island, for Christ’s sake. And you certainly didn’t fuck it up by falling off a scaffold.

******

On the ground, a horrified Bodie saw it go. He heard the splintering cracks and groans as derelict wood and steel never meant for the tussles of two brawling men simply yielded to the laws of physics and went down, with one of its cargo still trying to land the last punch.

Stevens, in true weasel style, got up and walked away, coughing and spluttering through the dust and debris. He got as far as Bodie’s fist, which turned out to be the last punch after all.

Doyle, on the other hand, got two broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a head wound which looked like nothing at all but which had the doctors pursing their lips, spreading their arms apologetically and muttering ominous phrases like ‘time will tell’.

So far time was telling Bodie how long three full days and three empty nights could be.

******

He checked his watch. Sod it. He’d managed to get this close to the hospital during rush hour, Anson and the changeover would survive another ten minutes without him. Double parking, he dashed through the rain to the large double doors and nearly bowled over one of the nurses from Doyle’s ward.

“Mr Bodie!”

He caught her arm just in time, smiled and righted her. Warm and matronly, she had a son soldiering overseas in a regiment Bodie knew, and this had allowed his winks and charm all sorts of leeway regarding visiting hours. Not to mention cups of tea in the nurses’ room and the occasional attempt at a motherly chat.

“Just Bodie, love. I keep telling you. Sorry about that. How is he?”

She squeezed his arm. “Oh, I’m so pleased I got to run into you before I go home. He woke up this morning, Mr Bodie! Knew his name, where he worked, then off to sleep again as calm as you please, and--there’s no use you rushing in, Mr Bodie, he’s fast asleep–-Mr Bodie!”

But Mr Bodie would not be stopped.

Indeed, on his way out of the hospital a few minutes later, Mr Bodie paused in the car park and took a second to just lean back against a hospital wall and look at the sky. The rain had stopped, a watery sunshine was trying its damnedest to get through, and Doyle had done it. He had woken the fuck up. Bodie hadn’t even gone that near his bed. He hadn’t really needed to, because Doyle looked pretty much the same asleep as he did in a coma. But there was a tube less coming in and out of him now, one of the machines had been wheeled away and two nurses had smiled at Bodie, patting his shoulder in turn. Well, all fucking right then, time to get back to Anson and Streatham before Cowley caught up with him. Only once outside and looking at that sky, he couldn’t stop the sentimental lightness that grabbed hold, causing him to close his eyes and just stand there with his hands in his pockets a moment, head tilted back against the wall.

The golly had woken up.

He shook himself, opened his eyes and caught sight of the Boots opposite the car park entrance. If anything, his smile got wider as an idea came to him. He made a mad dash through the traffic and went in. Five minutes later, purchase safely stashed on the dashboard, he was back in the Capri and lying to Anson on the R/T about a flat tyre.

******

Six hours later...

“Heya, sunshine.”

Bodie had a couple of tight little put-downs all ready for that first moment, but he couldn’t make his voice sharp enough. So he hooked the plastic chair with his foot, pulled it in close, and managed two quiet words instead.

Doyle was propped up in a kind of semi-sitting position and liquid green eyes followed his every move.

“..’odie.”

And that was enough for a moment or two. Then Bodie coughed and surprised them both by taking Doyle’s warm, slightly clammy fingers in his. Another moment passed before Bodie found the courage to look up from their hands together on the bedsheet, past the bandaged ribs, and into that steady gaze. He took a deep breath, reached into his jacket pocket with his free left hand and drew out what he’d purchased earlier. He held it up, turned it slowly so that Doyle could see it, then put it gently down on his partner’s lap.

“For you, sunshine. Well, for both of us really. Me more than you probably. And I thought I’d get it here rather than over there. Not putting any of that foreign muck on my delicate skin.”

“I...cancelled.”

“Eh?”

Doyle took another concentrated inhalation and spoke slowly. “I cancelled. Didn’t...want to get sunburnt without...with Sandra after all.”

Bodie’s smile wavered a little. “You wouldn’t have, sunshine.” He squeezed Doyle’s fingers and leant in, willing him to understand. “That’s bloody good stuff, Ray. The most expensive suntan lotion they had. For you.” He swallowed. “I wanted to make it right again. To just...well, to tell you...”

The liquid gaze was on him again, and his words were failing. He had a sudden urge to stand, to flee this room, this hand, and those eyes that were tying his tongue in knots. Christ, why could he never just say this stuff to anyone? Just get it out there, out the fucking way once and for all. Jesus, how did people do this? Have anything that went beyond—

“How d’you feel...about Bognor Regis then?”

Bodie’s head snapped up, not sure he’d heard right. Doyle’s face was impassive but the voice was definitely stronger. Bodie looked at him, in all his washed out glory, listing sideways a little on the pillows. His curls were matted and everywhere, he was trying to breathe oh so steadily just for Bodie, and most importantly of all, both corners of his mouth were trying not to twitch too hard. And all the while he was holding on, gripping Bodie’s hand tightly enough to bring the sweat and tears out in both of them.

A nurse came in to fiddle with something behind them and Bodie didn’t care. The entire surgical team could have walked in and nothing would have stopped him, because discreet, he decided, could now go and fuck itself. He let his head fall forward until his forehead touched their clasped hands and stayed there for a long breath before straightening back up.

The nurse left, and he still had Doyle’s hand in his. Clearing his throat, he played along. “Don’t know, never met him.”

“Got a mate...with a caravan.”

“’Course you have, sunshine.”

Doyle smiled and tried to say something back, but he fell instantly asleep again.

Bodie, once upright, sure that all was well, and on his third cup of tea with Sister, was left to marvel at how a caravan in Bognor Regis could sound like the exotic promise of Arabia.

******

Title: Time Will Tell
Author: Callisto
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: HUGE hugs and smooches to my two betas izzie7 and ancastar, who tug my ear so sweetly when I need to do better. An, especially was very patient, and had some fabulous suggestions. Anything not realised properly is down to me.

Comments

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Eek! Hurt and comfort and poor Doyle and poor Bodie and scaffolding and sun tan lotion and... *g* There's so much in here, and it's lovely - thank you! The idea of all that worry, and the possibility of what is and what could be... And the added bonus of being able to imagine them in a caravan in Bognor Regis next... *vbg*

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

I did put them both through the wringer a bit for this one, didn't I? Always wanted to do a coma fic so I thought I'd use the challenge to have a go. And Bognor Regis may not quite be a Greek island, but still..*g*
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.

[ailcia.livejournal.com]

Gnrsdjh.

I have a special love of coma-fics, especially if Doyle is the one everyone's waiting on (I have clearly watched too much Life on Mars in my time), and this was wonderfully realised, no worries there.

It was just lovely, and a clever take on the prompt, and all!

This bit made me make a noise:
Bodie looked at him, in all his washed out glory, listing sideways a little on the pillows. His curls were matted and everywhere, he was trying to breathe oh so steadily just for Bodie, and most importantly of all, both corners of his mouth were trying not to twitch too hard.

You're just too good! Thankyou! :D

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

(I have clearly watched too much Life on Mars in my time)Hee! There is something about a guy in a coma.... Thank you. I'm glad you thought it was a clever take on the prompt, rather than a total cop out. And you gotta love Doyle listing sideways. *g*

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Ow, poor Doyle. But he really does suffer so nicely *G* And why the hell do they always have to make things so bloody complicated, grmpf. So in the light of the events it probably was a good thing Doyle fell off the scaffold. At least it helped them both to come to terms with their feelings. Love the picture of Bodie holding Doyle's hand and touching his forehead to it. And a caravan sounds so much better than lying in the sun *G*

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Yes, poor Doyle - and poor Bodie too. Sliding into something serious without realising it. Men, eh?*g* And I've just had too much sun this summer to put them in it. A caravan in Bognor Regis sounds much better.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Bodie’s head snapped up, not sure he’d heard right. Doyle’s face was impassive but the voice was definitely stronger. Bodie looked at him, in all his washed out glory, listing sideways a little on the pillows. His curls were matted and everywhere, he was trying to breathe oh so steadily just for Bodie, and most importantly of all, both corners of his mouth were trying not to twitch too hard. And all the while he was holding on, gripping Bodie’s hand tightly enough to bring the sweat and tears out in both of them.

I will forgive you writing a hurt!Doyle fic when your words are this beautiful. God, girl, this was wonderful. I love h/c, and this was a treasure. Thanks so much for a chance to read a special story before toddling off to work in the frellin' heat. Bodie making his decision is so precious, the sweet lad. And Doyle understood. I'm all goosebumpy now. LOL!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Kat. Anything I can do to help the heat is all good! Glad you didn't mind me knocking Doyle out to get things on the right path between them.*g*

[gilda-elise.livejournal.com]

Lovely! Too bad it took Doyle getting injured for Bodie to come to his senses, but I love how he pulls out all the stops once he makes up his mind to give in.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I wanted the whole thing to creep up on Bodie a little bit. Realise finally that it was more serious between them than he was letting himself think. Quickest way to do that seemed to be to knock Doyle out..

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

Ow, poor Bodie - all tongue-tied and panicked and totally blind-sided by love, and finally having the nerve to embrace it - discreet, he decided, could now go and fuck itself. . I like the way he instinctively does something sort-of-symbolic - buying the suntan lotion - rather than try to put it into words - but then tries to put it into words a bit anyway! I like Doyle cancelling instead of going with Sandra, but never saying a word to Bodie. Nice work with the time-line, too - the reader never even notices (I mean, I thought about it afterwards and went back and looked) how you get the three timelines in (now in the hospital, when they first got together, and when Doyle suggested the holiday and Bodie turned it down). Oh, and the fall. That's four, really, isn't it? And more than that, how you get both of them to be so very them. This is lovely, thank you so much!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

totally blind-sided by love Yes, that's the word for it, blindsided - thank you! And thank you for such lovely feedback. I wanted the suntan lotion purchase to be more spur of the moment than the emotional significance of it, which hits him later at Doyle's bedside. Izzie and Ancastar both deserve credit for helping me make the timeline better, so I'm thrilled it worked for you.

[windrain10.livejournal.com]

Don't feel well today so my feedback will be even more incoherent than usual, but I really liked this. I really like how you write. I have printed out and saved all your Pros stories, and this one will join that collection. Thanks for writing and posting it.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear you are not feeling well. I hope this fic helped, and I appreciate you taking the time to send me such kind words, my dear. Get well soon.::hugs::

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Most particularly when that Pros fic includes Doyle/hurt Very happy to tickle your kink for you there, hon. Thank you. As always.

[erushi.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so lovely. The lads expressing themselves through their actions, the effective moving from one scene and time to the next... And hurt!-Doyle happens to be one my guilty pleasures too. *g* Thanks for writing and sharing this!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it - a lot of hurt!Doyle gals out there, I see.*g*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Yeah you made it, I'm glad one of us did! *g* *jumps up and down with you*

I liked this right from that opening paragraph of Bodie "doing" Ray's comments for him Doyle would tell him she was off limits anyway, that the diet would do him good and then mentally yelling at him to wake up.

And Bodie's response to Doyle's breathing ♥

Poor, dense Bodie realizing Ray is the "complete package" but not understanding what that means or what he's feeling. It's true, isn't it, that you need the vocabulary *before* you can fully understand some things.

Just beautifully done. Thank you! ♥

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed my dense Bodie.*g* I wanted him to be lovingly slow on the uptake here, for the reader to be ahead of him ever so slightly.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

I love that type of story and you *do* it so well. ♥ I can never think of this type of story without hearing 10cc's "I'm Not in Love" in my head, also a good thing. :D

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And that wonderful song is a vid in waiting, maybe??*g*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

It would make a brilliant vid... I'll have to mention it to Andrea particularly as she has her latest vid posted at her LJ.

It was one of the prompts I offered for the DIALJ: Discovered Out of Context challenge and Hambel did a rather nice job with it. (http://community.livejournal.com/discoveredinalj/109855.html)

[foreverfoxcat.livejournal.com]

Hello! I just had to drop by and say thanks for posting another brilliant story. It never ceases to amaze me how your writing can be so straight to the point and unfrilly, but have so many layers at the same time, I love it. I honestly think I felt every moment of this fic along with the characters while I was reading it. By the time I got to this bit - "Christ, why could he never just say this stuff to anyone? Just get it out there, out the fucking way once and for all. Jesus, how did people do this?", I almost felt like I was the one holding Doyle's hand and trying to find words to express my feelings! It was a shock to look up and find myself in my room at home rather than by a hospital bed. Thank you for posting a fic that was so good, I got lost in it. :D

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly for such lovely feedback. I love that you felt so immersed in my story, and that you find it 'unfrilly' yet 'layered'. I can't ask for better compliments, I'm really touched.

[siskiou.livejournal.com]

What a nice twist on a "vacation story"! I felt so bad for Doyle asking and Bodie feeling the need to keep things under the radar, not becoming a romantic attachment.
And then Bodie, not knowing if Ray would be okay for days and days.
And not knowing how to "say it", but Ray finds a way, even if he also uses a roundabout manner to get there.

I loved your story, and hurt-Doyle is always a plus in my book!
Now I want it to continue, though! :)

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly, glad I could push that hurt!Doyle button for ya.*g* And Bodie taking his time to get up to speed with his feelings is always worth playing around with.

[andreathelion.livejournal.com]

That was absolutely beautiful and brilliant, although I felt tempted to kick Bodie once or twice. Men! *rolls eyes*
I love, how you set up the story and how Bodie finally sees, what the Golly means to him :)
Thank you!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

although I felt tempted to kick Bodie once or twice. Just took the lad a bit of time to get there, bless.*g* Thnak you, I'm happy you liked it.

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely hurt!Doyle fic (yes, I'm another one with that kink *g*) to start my Sunday evening ::beams::

I couldn't for the life of me figure what Bodie could be buying Doyle in Boots of all places - the suntan lotion was a stroke of genius (yours, not his). Ooh - and Doyle breathing - another of my kinks (I have so many) and the two of them throwing up together just made me grin like crazy... ack, I just loved it all, ta muchly!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

I'm very glad I could a hit a kink for you there, darlin'. And The pair of the throwing up together and watching Match of the Day together is just..::happy sigh:: Thank you. Happy to start your Sunday evening off with a beam.

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

I'm in the hurt!Doyle camp, too and you've made my little tent on the western side of the camp grounds very cozy indeed! I love this one. I save it--and I don't save lots of stories. Love Bodie's impotent anger at Doyle for getting hurt--which is something I've been planning on using someday in a story since the first time I ever saw a hurt Doyle ep. The anger which covers up the deep abiding love.

Doyle had done it. He had woken the fuck up.

Yeah, that's it. That's what we've all been waiting for.

Dawn

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Another one for the hurt!Doyle camp, eh? More of a damage!Bodie gal meself, but I see the attraction.*g* I'm touched and happy that you've saved this, Dawnie. Means a lot to me, thank you. And you go write that anger covering up the abiding love, I'd love to read it.

[asymphototropic.livejournal.com]

Whew, was intensely worried, but yay for the happy ending.

You've had too much sunshine? Just being nosy, but how much is too much? Are you like me? Can't take more than 5 minutes of sun. Wear long sleeves in the heat of summer. Floppy hats and long trousers despsite the temp and humidity. A visit to the beach is a day desperately seeking shade. I do not tan. I go from dead white to bright red without any transition.

And for anyone else who is like this [pay attention Bodie and Doyle], Coppertone Spectra 3 [triple protection] is the best sunscreen ever invented.

Heh. Didn't expect a commercial announcement, huh? Anyway, enjoyed the ficcage, muchly.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed the ficcage, m'dear. As for the sun thing, I actually love the beach and the sun - or I used to. Not to be blasé about living in the Med, but I think it's all just got too intense ( our summers are brutal - May to October virtually), and I got that bit older and therefore that bit more intolerant of sun headaches, sand in me knickers, and warm sandwiches. And for sun protection - for me - nothing beats 'Derma Soleil Natural Sunblock'. My Dad the herbalist sends it to me from Canada and that baby goes on my face every day, winter and summer.

[shooting2kill.livejournal.com]

[Sorry for not commenting before but I'm really behind this week....]

And this was lovely! Not only do you always get the dialogue spot-on as *them* you even get their B & D thoughts just right:

he decided, could now go and fuck itself

That's my Bodie... A perfect balance of tender moments and humour - just like them! Many thanks for this.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

No time limit on commenting, my friend. I always appreacite your thoughts. And I'm very happy you enjoyed this. Thanks for picking out Bodie here. I really wanted that emotion - the seriousness of it all - to just kind of hit him, and then have him react in a Bodie-like way. So I'm happy to hear that it worked for you.

[smirra.livejournal.com]

This is absolutely lovely! H/C always gets me and I very much enjoyed reading this. So well done!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Nothing like a bit of comafic for an angsty bit of h/c, is there?*g* I'm happy you enjoyed it, thank you.

[m31andy.livejournal.com]

Oh, what a lovely sweet H/C fic. Doyle never seems to have much luck in fic, but I'm glad when it means that it can cause revalations like this!

References to Bognor Regis always recall George V alleged last words to me: "Bugger Bognor."

Which is probably quite apt in this case!!!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

References to Bognor Regis always recall George V alleged last words to me: "Bugger Bognor." Hee! As you say, how apt. You have to damage them a bit sometimes to get them to have these realisations - hurling Doyle off a scaffold here seemed a good way to go.*g* Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for commenting.

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I'm very, very slowly catching up! I knew I'd enjoy this--and I was right! *g* Thank you! I love it that you were given Greece and suntan lotion and it came out this way. Heh. A caravan in Bognor Regis. There was a lot to enjoy here--you know how much I love partner worry! But one of my favorite bits? Where they're in the car and Bodie is reflecting that he'd been given the best blow job that morning by the man sitting next to him, on the job, just as they did every day.... I don't know. There's just something about the combination of ordinary work day and the illicit that appeals to me. *g*

Thank you for sharing this!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you, hon! I was hoping you'd swing by.*g* And yes, God love 'em, instead of sending them off to a Greek island with the suntan lotion, I pack the poor lads off to a caravan in Bognor Regis.. where they sure as hell won't need the suntan lotion.*g* And 'Mmmmm' for the illicit and the ordinary, one of the things I love about their relationship. Hope next week eases up on you, my friend.

[saintvic.livejournal.com]

Oh this is lovely, well painful at times but lovely too. Sometimes it seems that the boys always need a catalyst to move them further on in understanding what they have and nothing works quite so well as the possibility of losing one of them. Gorgeous description but what stood out for me here is how well you convey the depth and layers of their emotions. : )

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm so pleased to hear the emotional levels worked for you - always tricky not to overdo it in a coma fic..*g* And yes, they do need a catalyst sometimes. Just to remove Doyle from Bodie's life for three days was enough for him here.

[gilda-elise.livejournal.com]

What a lovely story! It pushed all the right buttons without getting maudlin. I'm an equal opportunity fan when it comes to h/c in Pros, but Bodie does suffer so beautifully.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I've always wanted to try my hand ata comafic, so I thought I'd just knock Doyle off a scaffold and get Bodie to suffer a bit - glad you liked it!

[rosie55.livejournal.com]

I do not for one moment understand how I managed to miss this at the time but it does mean that I have just had the immense enjoyment of a double helping of your fic. I love your stories so one new story is always more than good, two is unlooked-for blissville!
And I'm a paid-up life member of the Doyle!hurt club. This is so exactly my sort of story - I have already saved it and it will join those rare ones I print out just as soon as I can get to a printer!
Pure bliss and thank you! I'm off to re-read them both, yay!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you so much, what lovely things to say! You're another one for Doyle!hurt eh? Must admit, I'm more of a Bodie hurtee gal myself, but you can't damage the same partner all the time..*g*