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Fic: Haud Awa Hame
A little rushed and short, but I really wanted to come out to play on Burns Night. The title comes from my prompt, 'Wandering Willy'.
Haud Awa Hame
Bodie was just hauling his own chicken supper out of the oven when the sound of swearing, foot-stamping, and a lock-rattling door slam breached the quiet.
"Christ! It's fucking freezin' out there, and I am starving. And if that smell is what I think it is, I may have to marry you. Hello."
So enters Doyle, thought Bodie, amused. Always tended to explode into rooms at the best of times, did Doyle. Never mind when he'd been trapped in a heatless bedsit behind a pair of binoculars for a day and a half and was once again near warmth and hot food. Bodie slid the plate onto the small kitchen table and turned back to get the second one out. Doyle pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and began rubbing his cold hands together.
Bodie eyed the chilled figure with amusement. "Many have tried, my son. Many have tried."
"Yeah? Somehow I doubt that." Doyle's look up was a little still and intense, so Bodie cleared his throat and gestured to the ketchup.
"Waste of a good chip you are. Stop gabbing and start eating."
For the next few minutes Doyle spent his time between chips filling Bodie in on the current case. He stopped for a second to swallow hard and smack his lips.
"Magic, mate. This is hitting the spot like you wouldn't believe."
"It's not quite haggis, but it'll do."
"Eh?"
"Tonight. It's the 25th." Doyle's brow was furrowed. Bodie sighed. "Burns Night, you oik. 'Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie'..."
"I'll give you a Wanderin' Willie in a minute. Thanks, but if it's all the same, I'll pass on the sheep's stomach."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"You've never.."
"Certainly have. And more besides, mate." Which was Bodie's cue to regale his partner with the most revolting food adventures he could manage: scrubbed out intestines, fried sheeps' heads, bats in blood... the piece de resistance seemed to be tied-up testicle soup.
"On my life, Ray. Goats' testicles. A bit crunchy, but ever so.."
Doyle threw his chip down and glared at him. "Guess I'm bloody done with that then."
Mission accomplished, Bodie chuckled and pulled Doyle's plate towards him.
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Author: Callisto
Title: Haud Awa Hame
Genre: pre-slash. ( Was going to be longer, didn't have the time to get them there:))
Disclaimer: Written to keep me warm.
Archive: Not yet.
Haud Awa Hame
Bodie was just hauling his own chicken supper out of the oven when the sound of swearing, foot-stamping, and a lock-rattling door slam breached the quiet.
"Christ! It's fucking freezin' out there, and I am starving. And if that smell is what I think it is, I may have to marry you. Hello."
So enters Doyle, thought Bodie, amused. Always tended to explode into rooms at the best of times, did Doyle. Never mind when he'd been trapped in a heatless bedsit behind a pair of binoculars for a day and a half and was once again near warmth and hot food. Bodie slid the plate onto the small kitchen table and turned back to get the second one out. Doyle pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and began rubbing his cold hands together.
Bodie eyed the chilled figure with amusement. "Many have tried, my son. Many have tried."
"Yeah? Somehow I doubt that." Doyle's look up was a little still and intense, so Bodie cleared his throat and gestured to the ketchup.
"Waste of a good chip you are. Stop gabbing and start eating."
For the next few minutes Doyle spent his time between chips filling Bodie in on the current case. He stopped for a second to swallow hard and smack his lips.
"Magic, mate. This is hitting the spot like you wouldn't believe."
"It's not quite haggis, but it'll do."
"Eh?"
"Tonight. It's the 25th." Doyle's brow was furrowed. Bodie sighed. "Burns Night, you oik. 'Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie'..."
"I'll give you a Wanderin' Willie in a minute. Thanks, but if it's all the same, I'll pass on the sheep's stomach."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"You've never.."
"Certainly have. And more besides, mate." Which was Bodie's cue to regale his partner with the most revolting food adventures he could manage: scrubbed out intestines, fried sheeps' heads, bats in blood... the piece de resistance seemed to be tied-up testicle soup.
"On my life, Ray. Goats' testicles. A bit crunchy, but ever so.."
Doyle threw his chip down and glared at him. "Guess I'm bloody done with that then."
Mission accomplished, Bodie chuckled and pulled Doyle's plate towards him.
*******
Author: Callisto
Title: Haud Awa Hame
Genre: pre-slash. ( Was going to be longer, didn't have the time to get them there:))
Disclaimer: Written to keep me warm.
Archive: Not yet.
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Thank you! This was delightful on, yes, a cold winter's evening! I could practically smell the chips....
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And in Colorado, they're called Rocky Mountain Oysters. *g*
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I can just hear his voice and see his face as he says this *g* and hee, he made Doyle jealous and insecure for just a sec the naughty lad ... Aw, lads and chips. Perfect combo.
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the piece de resistance seemed to be tied-up testicle soup
Well done and thank you.
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I'm such a sucker for domestic bliss - I loved Doyle stomping in all chilled and hungry - And if that smell is what I think it is, I may have to marry you. Hello. was just perfect - especially with the hello as the afterthought. You've got their voices so perfectly, I could hear them in my head... which is a GOOD thing!
Thanks for the great read... hope Christmas is going well *g*
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And Christmas was just as Christmas should be - too much food and a BBC Christmas special of Porridge on the telly:))
Perfect! *hg*
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It was fun! (As always - I'm just reading some of your older stories.)
Thanks!
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Lovely little scene between the lads. I like how you have captured how they know one another so well and the bantering conversations between them.
Thank you.
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Still playing catch up...
So... Where's the rest of it? *looks behind monitor* Doyle's not the only one looking intensely at Bodie after that comment. *g*
Actually I love this little scene of (not quite) domestic bliss. Bodie being all mother hen-ish but still his delightfully charming scheming self. *has a bit of a thing for scheming Bodie*
Anyway, Bodie *was* nice enough to let Doyle get a lot of his food down before telling his revolting food adventures.
Thanks, Petal. ♥
Re: Still playing catch up...
Re: Still playing catch up...
All right, I suppose I can't complain much if you're getting a really good deal on boots *and* fan girling your brains out. Still, Doyle's not taking the news quite so well...