Discovered in a Life Journal: Discovered in Snow: Long Winter's Night

[robeau.livejournal.com]

A special thanks to my Bunkie for sharing some lovely pics from her home in Gloucestershire. They provided the inspiration for the fic while giving me a glimpse into her world. Who would have imagined we'd still be in touch 30 years after our summers together as camp counselors? Back then we kept in touch via letters on those thin blue single fold air mail sheets. Email's way easier!


This doesn’t make any sense, Sunshine. Here I am right next to you, snow falling so fast I can barely see, but I still can’t tell where you stop and the snow starts. Tell you a secret, mate, I’m so bloody scared my mind is refusing to focus on the facts – some copper I am, huh?

At least you shouldn’t have lost too much blood…don’t think I didn’t see you catch that bullet high in the back. By the way you fell I figure the wound’s in the snow, which should keep the bleeding to a minimum. I can’t find it, though, cause it’s so damn dark. Makes no sense at all given the fact we’re surrounded by a field of white…no sense at all. And for all I know you could have been hit more than once. Bloody hell, Bodie, I don’t even know how many people were shooting, let alone the number of shots fired: can’t wait to explain that one in my report.

Having a hard time finding your pulse, Sunshine. Not sure if it’s because my hands are so cold I can barely feel them, or because that damned polo neck keeps getting in the way. Burning the lot of them when we get home, I am. Its’ there: faint, stuttering, but I feel it. I feel it! Of course, could be I’m just imagining it, but until someone tells me otherwise, you’re alive, and I plan to keep you that way.

Give me a sec while I get situated, okay? I’m going to get you – or as much of you as I can – out of this snow. Come on now, no reason to be shy. It’s not like the lads are going to make rude jokes about you cuddling in my lap – well, no more than usual. And you’ve got to admit this time, at least, we have a good excuse.

Remember how you bitched when I ran back into the flat to grab me long coat? Well, you owe me an apology which you can pay off in pints. Knew when the Cow said we were headed for deepest Gloucestershire it was going to come in handy. See, nice and snug wrapped around the two of us, and it should keep whatever warmth you managed to hold on to from leeching out.

Need to brush the snow off your face – too handsome to hide under all this white stuff. Christ, you’re beautiful. Know you’d blush if you were awake, but it’s true. And those lashes of yours…every bird I know is jealous of ‘em.

Wish that ambulance would hurry up and get here. Even though we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere, the Cow usually has medical help at the ready. I just hope there's a hospital close by. You’re the one always seems to know the location of the nearest hospital…been meaning to ask you about that. Let’s just hope this one has a doctor who knows something about bullet wounds.

You shouldn’t be laying here in the cold…and you wouldn’t be if I’d been paying attention! Why the locals never bothered to mention the neighbour kept chickens – bloody birds – is beyond me. Yeah, I know, I know. You’re always telling me to check the scene myself and not to trust the locals, but once a copper; always a copper.

Probably cost me a year’s supply of Swiss rolls to make up for this…and I’ll happily supply them, mate, as long as you remember your promise not to leave me on my own. I’m holding you to that, you know.

And it would be helpful if you’d stop acting like bullets bounce off your manly chest. I swear if it takes me another fifty years I’m going to get that message through you’re thick head, even if I have to pound it in with me fists…Know you like to think you’re Superman, but you’re not!

Sorry, know it really isn't your fault. And I’d shut my trap if you’d just open those baby blues and talk to me...Not interested? Well, you always did enjoy playing the strong, silent type.

Need to think warm thoughts, Sunshine. Mind over matter, I guess. Listen to me, I sound like our Kate…must really be losing it. Anyway, warm thoughts…I’m thinking a beach – you know those white sand ones in the travel adverts where you sit in a chair with your feet in the blue green water, a book in one hand and a drink with one of those froufrou umbrellas in the other. I could perfect me tan and you, well, we’ll have to figure out a way to keep you from turning red as a tomato. Guess I could personally rub the lotion in…have to rub it all over. Might enjoy that duty, now that I think about it. You do know I have rules about beaches. Yup, rule number one is you have to wear the skimpiest bathing trunks I can find. Dark blue, I think, to match your eyes.

Christ, its cold, Bodie. The Cow would have to pick the night of the biggest snow storm in years to close down Tobin’s mob. Couldn’t have done the decent thing and waited until spring…course then you’d be lying here in the mud...guess there is no good time to get shot.

All this snow must be mucking with my mind the way I'm nattering on...yeah, yeah, I know. What mind you ask? We really do need to get you some new lines, mate. Getting old, they are, just like us. And speaking of getting old, Bodie, you have to hang on because I’m not letting you escape all those bad cards and lousy presents the lads have lined up for your birthday. Let’s face it they wouldn’t go to such trouble if you didn’t get quite so gleeful when the rest of us turn another year older.

Know you only do it to the blokes you care about, though. Funny thing, big, bad William Andrew Philip Bodie caring about his mates. Oh, you’ll never admit it, I know. But you made sure Mac was busy while Lucas was in Repton, didn’t you? Thought I wouldn’t notice you dragging him around with us? Knew you were trying to make it easier for him…but then, you know how it feels to be without your partner, don’t you?

And Jax: well, a little elf told me his kids got a lot more pressies for Christmas than they were expecting after all that sick leave he had to take. Seems they just appeared on his door step. Though I would have thought that one of CI5’s finest would know better than to use his favorite Silver Capri as the getaway car. Sloppy, old son, very sloppy…

Bodie, I don’t want you to go; won’t let you go. You stay here with me, you hear me? There’s the ambulance, I can hear the siren now. They’ll get you out of this frozen tundra and warm you right up.

And after they’re done with you, I’ll warm you up. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You and me in front of the gas fire…the duvet and pillows on the floor so we’re nice and comfy…a bottle of that fancy French champs you love.

You just hold on, you hear me?





Title: Long Winter's Night
Author: Ice Bear
Slash or Gen: Slash B/D
Word Count: 1217
Archive: Proslib Please
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I simply borrow them now and again for fun.

Comments

[ci5mates.livejournal.com]

I just can't envisage how cold they would be and poor Doyle, he's having a harder time of it than Bodie. I don't know much about chickens...are they like 'watch chickens' (in lieu of watchdogs?)

It is nice to get into Doyle's head and to get a glimpse of Bodie's caring side through Doyle's narrative. I love HC and I am going to make the assumption that it all ends up swimmingly. *g*

Thanks for posting, I really enjoyed reading it

[robeau.livejournal.com]

I worked on a horse farm for a few summers and there was a small chicken coop - they were actually pretty quiet until you walked into the coop and then it was VERY loud.

And I'm hoping it comes out alright or I won't have anything else to write about *g* Glad you enjoyed it.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Doyle will make sure his Bodie makes it. I liked the part about bringing his big coat along and how useful it is now. Thank you. J.

While the pictures are pretty, they do make me shiver!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

K- So glad you liked it! I do so love Doyle in that long, sweeping grey coat so I simply had to work it in.

The pics don't make me shiver, but they do make me glad I don't have to shovel all that snow! J

[tango65.livejournal.com]

I love how Doyle is babbling to cover his fear and concern. Great story, thanks!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

I think the babbling is two fold - it covers Ray's fear but it is also a way to keep Bodie connected to him. I'm really glad you enjoyed the story.

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I just read this--on my iPhone of all places. *g* it was just what I needed. I love the closeness of the lads here. We know Bodie will make it, because of that closeness. I also liked Bodie helping others more or less on the sly--and of course Doyle knows about it. Thank you for this!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

So glad the lads and I could provide a brief respite for you in the midst of all that's happening. And I always figured that since Ray knows his partner so well, he'd see through all that macho bs to the softie that takes care of those who are important in his life.

The kitties and I send big HUGS

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Ah, poor lads, and poor Bodie all white with snow... I like the idea of the gas fire in their future after all that! Thank you!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

Ah the scene if front of that lovely fire should be enough to keep both lads going - the idea of it certainly does wonders for me :D

[angel-ci5.livejournal.com]

Well of course Bodie held on, right?
I love how Doyle's talking to Bodie like he can hear every word, a lovely monologue with Doyle's worry never far from the surface.
Thank you!

Oh lovely pics from your friend too, I especially like the chickens!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

I couldn't resist the chickens though I'm still not quite sure why she has them. So glad you enjoyed the fic and of course Bodie held on! I know better than to off one of the lads. Figure my own life expectancy would suffer as a result *g"

[moth2fic.livejournal.com]

I kept thinking it was going to be deathfic, then I thought maybe Doyle was dying and hallucinating. I was so relieved when the ambulance arrived!! I loved the bit about Bodie acting as one of Santa's helpers with pressies and a getaway car! Nice pics, too. A very satisfactory snowfic!

[robeau.livejournal.com]

Didn't mean to scare you. My friend's pics just painted a picture for me of the in the dark in the swirling snow, alone and that Doyle would babble on to keep both of them from losing it. So glad you enjoyed it!

[cloudless-9193.livejournal.com]

That was nice, the image of Doyle cuddling Bodie in the snow. :-)

[robeau.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I like the idea of them wrapped together in Ray's lovely long grey wool coat.

[inlovewithboth.livejournal.com]

Wah! Poor Bodie, but poor Doyle, going through all that! Hurry up Ambulance.....

[robeau.livejournal.com]

Never fear - I promise you that Bodie lives to fight (and love!) another day :)

[inlovewithboth.livejournal.com]

Phew, stand easy. :)

Catching up on some reading

[saintvic.livejournal.com]

I am very late in reading all of this but I wanted to let you know how much I liked it. The emotion really shows through and the style makes it feel very immediate. Thank you ♥.

Re: Catching up on some reading

[robeau.livejournal.com]

Thanks you so much! I am glad you enjoyed it. (Confession - it's kind of fun to use the Snow Kitty considering its about 90 and humid today lol)