Fic: Bodie's Barometer
Oct. 17th, 2008 07:41 amI'm actually writing something else for the challenge. Scribbled this on bits of paper yesterday when I was supervising some very loooong, boring exams.
Bodie's Barometer
The sound of a half-finished meal being pushed across the pub table makes Doyle look up sharply. In his experience, Bodie toying with food is never something to take lightly.
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The night after Marikka Doyle is desperate for peace between them. He turns up at Bodie’s flat with battered sausage and chips from Anselmo’s, drowned in vinegar just the way Bodie likes them. But his partner pushes the half-eaten packet back across the table and replaces it with ice cubes in a glassful of scotch, and a silence Doyle cannot breach.
The day before King Billy, it’s a half-touched steak and kidney pie. Bodie pushes it across a worn and uneven pub table, his lip curling in an odd half smile as Doyle raises an eyebrow in silent question.
The evening after their near-lethal run across an airfield, Doyle watches a cooling coffee fall from Bodie’s nerveless fingers. Bodie curses his clumsiness and rubs ineffectually at the stain on the carpet, while Doyle wants to kiss him in the sweet relief of that being the only damage done that awful, awful day.
The week after that mad dash and rescue the kiss comes. After a heart-stopping scare in a library, a scare which has Doyle hanging on to an unconscious Bodie and promising all sorts to a God he hasn’t thought about in years. It comes after a spaghetti bolognese cooked to perfection, when Doyle can no longer resist the gratitude he feels. So he rises up and kneels in front of his partner, to show him that promises made in panic can and should be kept.
The afternoon after Bodie comes out of the squat, Doyle has roast beef and homemade chips waiting for him. Partly in apology for Esther, who he tried on and discarded like an eye-catching jumper. And partly because he knows Bodie has had little but cornflakes and cigarettes for days. It works and Bodie forgives him, chip by chip.
Weeks after Doyle is caught and cornered by a pair of almond eyes, the roles reverse dramatically. Doyle is plied with everything Bodie’s fevered imagination can come up with to get his weight back up and his enthusiasm restored. Choc-ice and chips is what finally gets him out of bed, out of the blues, and back into the life Bodie is impatiently keeping warm for him. He stares at the plate before him, unable to believe his eyes at what his stupid partner has done now. He opens his mouth to blast Bodie from the room and his world, when out comes laughter. He reaches for a fork and never looks back.
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So seconds after Bodie pushes away yet another plate across yet another table, Doyle looks closely. There are no more Esthers between them, no more Anns, no more Marikkas, and there haven’t been for a long time. But this is Bodie, where still waters will always run deep, and where King Billies may yet lurk.
That night, when Doyle is jolted awake by feet pounding the bedroom floor to the bathroom, he actually relaxes when he hears retching from within. Just a stomach bug after all, then. Those he can handle with his eyes closed. He steers a staggery Bodie back to bed, makes appropriate noises, then disappears. He comes back with a warm flannel, an extra blanket and a glass of water. They will do for now. Tomorrow it’ll be Heinz tomato soup, the tried and tested healer of his childhood. He climbs back under the covers and gathers the shivering, unhappy man close. Bodie grumbles into his neck, something about not being able to sleep like this. Doyle ignores him and rubs his arm until he starts to snore. In the dark Doyle smiles at the sound.
Bodie and food. The barometer that never fails.
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Title: Bodie’s Barometer
Author: Callisto
Genre: Slash
Archive at The Circuit: Sure
Notes: From the following fanon: Bodie is always always hungry, and will eat squirrel if he has to. Many thanks to
ancasta for the lightning quick beta. And I have shamelessly used and abused my own fanon here from my Fugitive fic,'A Falling Off'.
Bodie's Barometer
The sound of a half-finished meal being pushed across the pub table makes Doyle look up sharply. In his experience, Bodie toying with food is never something to take lightly.
******
The night after Marikka Doyle is desperate for peace between them. He turns up at Bodie’s flat with battered sausage and chips from Anselmo’s, drowned in vinegar just the way Bodie likes them. But his partner pushes the half-eaten packet back across the table and replaces it with ice cubes in a glassful of scotch, and a silence Doyle cannot breach.
The day before King Billy, it’s a half-touched steak and kidney pie. Bodie pushes it across a worn and uneven pub table, his lip curling in an odd half smile as Doyle raises an eyebrow in silent question.
The evening after their near-lethal run across an airfield, Doyle watches a cooling coffee fall from Bodie’s nerveless fingers. Bodie curses his clumsiness and rubs ineffectually at the stain on the carpet, while Doyle wants to kiss him in the sweet relief of that being the only damage done that awful, awful day.
The week after that mad dash and rescue the kiss comes. After a heart-stopping scare in a library, a scare which has Doyle hanging on to an unconscious Bodie and promising all sorts to a God he hasn’t thought about in years. It comes after a spaghetti bolognese cooked to perfection, when Doyle can no longer resist the gratitude he feels. So he rises up and kneels in front of his partner, to show him that promises made in panic can and should be kept.
The afternoon after Bodie comes out of the squat, Doyle has roast beef and homemade chips waiting for him. Partly in apology for Esther, who he tried on and discarded like an eye-catching jumper. And partly because he knows Bodie has had little but cornflakes and cigarettes for days. It works and Bodie forgives him, chip by chip.
Weeks after Doyle is caught and cornered by a pair of almond eyes, the roles reverse dramatically. Doyle is plied with everything Bodie’s fevered imagination can come up with to get his weight back up and his enthusiasm restored. Choc-ice and chips is what finally gets him out of bed, out of the blues, and back into the life Bodie is impatiently keeping warm for him. He stares at the plate before him, unable to believe his eyes at what his stupid partner has done now. He opens his mouth to blast Bodie from the room and his world, when out comes laughter. He reaches for a fork and never looks back.
******
So seconds after Bodie pushes away yet another plate across yet another table, Doyle looks closely. There are no more Esthers between them, no more Anns, no more Marikkas, and there haven’t been for a long time. But this is Bodie, where still waters will always run deep, and where King Billies may yet lurk.
That night, when Doyle is jolted awake by feet pounding the bedroom floor to the bathroom, he actually relaxes when he hears retching from within. Just a stomach bug after all, then. Those he can handle with his eyes closed. He steers a staggery Bodie back to bed, makes appropriate noises, then disappears. He comes back with a warm flannel, an extra blanket and a glass of water. They will do for now. Tomorrow it’ll be Heinz tomato soup, the tried and tested healer of his childhood. He climbs back under the covers and gathers the shivering, unhappy man close. Bodie grumbles into his neck, something about not being able to sleep like this. Doyle ignores him and rubs his arm until he starts to snore. In the dark Doyle smiles at the sound.
Bodie and food. The barometer that never fails.
******
Title: Bodie’s Barometer
Author: Callisto
Genre: Slash
Archive at The Circuit: Sure
Notes: From the following fanon: Bodie is always always hungry, and will eat squirrel if he has to. Many thanks to
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:20 am (UTC)I love the parallel of the spaghetti bolognese and choc-ice and chips scenes and in those two scenes in particular Doyle can no longer resist the gratitude he feels and back into the life Bodie is impatiently keeping warm for him.
The way Doyle can gauge these things in food makes perfect sense and they're always so aware of each other's actions and behaviours anyway.
Thank you for this! ♥
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 05:26 am (UTC)Perfect line!
And fanon can be so much fun! :)
I could see Doyle being relieved that it's a simple thing like an upset stomach, and not something else that Bodie is keeping to himself.
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Date: 2008-10-17 06:50 am (UTC)"...a stomach bug after all, then. Those he can handle with with his eyes closed..."
Thank you for this morning "dream"! The men I know vanish in the guest room on such occasions.
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Date: 2008-10-17 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 07:02 am (UTC)Never give him away! ;-)
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Date: 2008-10-17 07:58 am (UTC)(yes, touch of food poisoning a few weeks ago ... zoic#2 and I got it, the others escaped; fortunately it turned out I had eaten more of what proved to be the culprit and zoic#2 only got a touch of it. First and last time I trust a shop-roasted chicken).
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Date: 2008-10-18 10:21 am (UTC)The daft thing is we practically never get shop-prepared food - that was probably the only time in literally years - and we just happened to get the dodgy bird! Mostly we all enjoy my OH's cooking; he's a pretty good cook, lucky us. Me, I'm in charge of intermittent kitchen assistance, pizza bases, occasional baking - and pancakes today, yum. (all fully recovered, you see!)
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Date: 2008-10-17 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-17 10:31 am (UTC)And Heinz tomato soup - I remember it from my own childhood - always with Lucozade :D
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Date: 2008-10-17 10:53 am (UTC)Okay, on to the good stuff.
This is such a sweet, wonderful phrase! What a vision, Bodie keeping Doyle's life warm for him. It's just perfect.
I love how you have Doyle gauging Bodie's feelings/moods by how he eats. And how you took us through the trials they'd had and they end up together. And how relieved (sort of) Doyle is that it's "just" a bug, something he can handle with tomato soup and love. *kat sniffles*
I swear you tell me again how you don't love mush and romance and I'm coming all the way to Turkey to thump you.
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Date: 2008-10-17 11:46 am (UTC)The evening after their near-lethal run across an airfield, Doyle watches a cooling coffee fall from Bodie’s nerveless fingers. Bodie curses his clumsiness and rubs ineffectually at the stain on the carpet, while Doyle wants to kiss him in the sweet relief of that being the only damage done that awful, awful day. Damn I love this. Brings back all the emotions from Fugitive in two perfect little lines. And the Takeaway bit ... your description of Doyle's "relationship" with Esther is spot-on .. and aww ... nothing but cigarettes and cornflakes for days on end ... *pets Bodie, goes to see if there's any choc-ices in the freezer*
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Date: 2008-10-17 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 11:58 am (UTC)Thankyou, love! My absolute favourite bit of this was the image of Bodie impatiently keeping his life warm for him... Gorgeous.
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Date: 2008-10-17 01:25 pm (UTC)and back into the life Bodie is impatiently keeping warm for him. I love that description! Also this: who he tried on and discarded like an eye-catching jumper.
Heinz tomato soup is a favourite here, too, if I'm not feeling well. The original comfort food!
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 02:00 pm (UTC)Lovely surprise for a Friday morning!
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Date: 2008-10-18 03:12 pm (UTC)Sorry to be idiotic [chalk it up to a case of the flu.] The only library scene I can call to mind is the one in "Fugitive" when Klaus and Jack end up bloody and down. "After a heart-stopping scare in a library, a scare which has Doyle hanging on to an unconscious Bodie and promising all sorts to a God he hasn’t thought about in years." Is this event in a different episode?
Food for thought... [sorry, couldn't resist.] Is Heinz tomato soup very different from Campbell's? And here the Pros Fandom seems to be right on top of the stock market news, with Heinz talking about buying up Campbell's. You all may get your wish, and Heinz soup may soon be a reality in the US, [and Turkey soup as well, ooof terrible pun, sorry.]
Very enjoyable read, this. Looking forward to your next fic with great anticipation.
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Date: 2008-10-18 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 03:14 pm (UTC)Oh wow - you pack so much into such a tight space, and all of it gobsmackingly good.
I love ...and back into the life Bodie is impatiently keeping warm for him and ...in apology for Esther, who he tried on and discarded like an eye-catching jumper, and of course the Heinz tomato soup; the great comfort food of my childhood (and everyone else too *g*). And then Doyle snugging him up in bed, grumbling into sleep - just perfect!
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