Prosfic - Perfect Alignment

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

At 0.22 GMT (the lads' time!) the northern hemisphere was tilted as far from the sun as it could be, and so the sun has now set in my tiny part of the Subarctic for 20 hours and 19 minutes straight. Also - it's snowing outside! So for this long, dark, cold night - Prosfic.

Perfect Alignment



Title: Perfect Alignment
Author: Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Certainly, if wanted!
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5 universe do not belong to me, and I certainly don't make any money out of them. I'm just borrowing them to play. Good games.
Notes: Gorgeous graphic by empty_mirrors, and many thanks also to her for betaing and general hand-holding!

Comments

[eveningblue.livejournal.com]

This was a wonderful story! I loved so many things about it. Here are a few of them:

I loved how you started it off like a real episode, in Cowley's office getting the assignment. Actually, the whole thing was like an episode, except with sex. This is one of my favorite kind of stories, one that blends action and a case with their relationship/sex.

I liked how Doyle was jealous of Bodie's easy charm and magnetism--that seemed very true to character.

I LOVED that you gave us this story today, on the solstice. A solstice story for the solstice! Nice!

I liked the way you put us inside Doyle's head throughout, but especially here:

The sky was coming alive with colour now, pale blue fading to peach and pink, the horizon stained purple with the oncoming night. He looked about for the evening star, couldn't see it. Maybe it wasn't even supposed to be there at this time of year. It was all so far away, Doyle thought, so distant and pointless and unhelpful to the people rushing about on their own solid earth. It didn't matter where the sun rose and set every day, not when there were idiots with bombs down here, trying to kill and maim and cause each other endless pain...

I laughed aloud at this:

Bodie just smiled. "Now, now, where's all that Age of Aquarius bollocks you were spouting earlier, eh?"

There was one bit I didn't get, the part where Ray does something to the table in the caravan:

"Sure thing, was she?" Doyle asked, as doubtfully as he could, eying the table. He seemed to remember from somewhere… Refusing to listen to Bodie's mournful description of Rowena's assets, he slid his hands along one side, found the catch and…

"Et voila!" he announced, "La pied-à-terre!"

I didn't get what happened there, but maybe I'm just not familiar enough with these kind of vehicles.

Overall, a wonderful read. Thanks so much for it!

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome - thank you for commenting! *g*

Some caravans (not that I've ever had one meself, actually!) have a table that converts into a bed by sort of opening a catch and folding the whole thing out. Sounds like one of the most uncomfortable things in the world to me, so Doyle was teasing Bodie when he did it, and then presenting it to him in a sort of faux-pretentious way as his "home from home". I like imagining the look on Bodie's face when he realised he'd not only have to sleep in a caravan, but on a table... although of course being Bodie he got the bed in the end... and the bloke... *g*