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discoveredinaljWerner stood in front of dark haired man and asked, "You know what happened to the man you shot?” But he hadn’t shot Doyle, it had all been a ruse to convince the American bird to take him to the terrorists' lair. And it had worked, he reminded himself: granted, not quite the way he’d planned, given that he was staring down the barrel of a rather large gun, but their staged shoot out had worked.
“Not to worry, I finished what you started, and left him lying in his own blood.” Werner's words struck a nerve.
“You’re lying!” he yelled back as he struggled against the ropes holding him, desperately trying to break free. Doyle was fine. His gun had only fired blanks; both their guns had been loaded with blanks. He hadn’t hurt Doyle; it had all been an act. Werner was lying; trying to trick him. Doyle was fine, he repeated to himself.
“I thought you might be a bit skeptical,” Werner said with a smile that made the hair on the back of his captive's neck stand up. He nodded at the American bird, and as she opened the door a large, bulky rug thumped to the floor.
Bodie found he couldn’t take his eyes off the rug as it began to slowly unfurl. “No!” He screamed straining to get free. “No,” he whimpered as his partner’s limp body was revealed. “Good Christ, no!” he choked out, “Ray…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blood stained chest. “No, God, no!”
“Look at me,” an insistent voice was yelling at him as a hand gripped his chin forcing it up. “Look at me…damn it, Bodie, open your eyes.”
“Sorry, so sorry, Sunshine. Didn’t know…never would have, so sorry.”
“You’re going to be sorry if you don’t open your eyes right this second.”
Forcing his swollen eyes opened he found himself unable to breathe as worried green eyes stared down at him. “That’s better. Don’t know why you have to be such a stubborn bastard. You’re scaring the nurses, and you know how the Cow frowns on that. So…breathe Bodie for Christ's sake! Breathe.”
The hand on his chest was warm. He could feel it as it rubbed gently across his collarbone. He struggled to raise a hand, squinting to ascertain why it was so heavy. The thick bandages around the wrist weighed it down so the hand landed clumsily on the one rubbing his chest. “Good to have you back, Sunshine.”
“Ray?” It came out as a hoarse croak.
“Right here, mate. You’re in hospital. A bit bruised and battered but the doc promises me you’ll be good as new in no time which, as you can imagine, made the Cow very happy. Afraid, though, it might make Brian even happier as we’ll no doubt be shipped off for a visit as soon as your bruises fade.” Shaky fingers tapped Ray’s lips, making him stop his nattering.
“Ray?”
“S’okay, Bodie, you’re alright.” He gently cupped the bruised face with both hands. “Just a nightmare, pet.”
“Werner said…afraid you’d…in the car park”
“The Cow’s less than pleased with my acting abilities, I can tell you. Guess I’ll have to give up my dream of the stage.” The smile on the handsome face dimmed. “Apparently I didn’t play dead quite long enough. Sorry about that, Bodie. My fault, and you paid the price.”
“I’m okay, Ray,” Bodie responded huskily, needing to erase the haunted look in his partner’s eyes. “Just need some sleep and maybe a Swiss roll.” His attempt at a smile failed as his battered face objected to the movement.
“Sleep now, Sunshine. I’ll see what I can do about the Swiss roll a bit later.”
“You’ll stay?” The patient whispered into the warm silence that fell.
“You, William Andrew Philip Bodie, need a keeper, and apparently I’m the only nutter willing to take the job. So close those baby blues and get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, and then I'll see about breaking you out of here.” Ray leaned over and carefully kissed the bruised mouth.
“Love you, Ray…was afraid I’d…” he stopped unable to continue as the scene from his nightmare played across his mind again.
“No fears, Bodie-mate. Just think about all the things I plan to do to you once I get you home. That ought to ensure sweet dreams.”
Title: Fugitive Fugue
Author: Ice Bear
Slash
Archive: ProsLib
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I borrow them simply for my own enjoyment.
Notes: I've always been fascinated by the momentary startled look on Bodie's face just after Werner asks: "You know what happened to the man you shot?" ("Fugitive") It's as though he second guesses the shoot out they staged in the car park at the pub. It seemed to me that this was the moment that would come back to haunt his dreams.
“Not to worry, I finished what you started, and left him lying in his own blood.” Werner's words struck a nerve.
“You’re lying!” he yelled back as he struggled against the ropes holding him, desperately trying to break free. Doyle was fine. His gun had only fired blanks; both their guns had been loaded with blanks. He hadn’t hurt Doyle; it had all been an act. Werner was lying; trying to trick him. Doyle was fine, he repeated to himself.
“I thought you might be a bit skeptical,” Werner said with a smile that made the hair on the back of his captive's neck stand up. He nodded at the American bird, and as she opened the door a large, bulky rug thumped to the floor.
Bodie found he couldn’t take his eyes off the rug as it began to slowly unfurl. “No!” He screamed straining to get free. “No,” he whimpered as his partner’s limp body was revealed. “Good Christ, no!” he choked out, “Ray…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blood stained chest. “No, God, no!”
“Look at me,” an insistent voice was yelling at him as a hand gripped his chin forcing it up. “Look at me…damn it, Bodie, open your eyes.”
“Sorry, so sorry, Sunshine. Didn’t know…never would have, so sorry.”
“You’re going to be sorry if you don’t open your eyes right this second.”
Forcing his swollen eyes opened he found himself unable to breathe as worried green eyes stared down at him. “That’s better. Don’t know why you have to be such a stubborn bastard. You’re scaring the nurses, and you know how the Cow frowns on that. So…breathe Bodie for Christ's sake! Breathe.”
The hand on his chest was warm. He could feel it as it rubbed gently across his collarbone. He struggled to raise a hand, squinting to ascertain why it was so heavy. The thick bandages around the wrist weighed it down so the hand landed clumsily on the one rubbing his chest. “Good to have you back, Sunshine.”
“Ray?” It came out as a hoarse croak.
“Right here, mate. You’re in hospital. A bit bruised and battered but the doc promises me you’ll be good as new in no time which, as you can imagine, made the Cow very happy. Afraid, though, it might make Brian even happier as we’ll no doubt be shipped off for a visit as soon as your bruises fade.” Shaky fingers tapped Ray’s lips, making him stop his nattering.
“Ray?”
“S’okay, Bodie, you’re alright.” He gently cupped the bruised face with both hands. “Just a nightmare, pet.”
“Werner said…afraid you’d…in the car park”
“The Cow’s less than pleased with my acting abilities, I can tell you. Guess I’ll have to give up my dream of the stage.” The smile on the handsome face dimmed. “Apparently I didn’t play dead quite long enough. Sorry about that, Bodie. My fault, and you paid the price.”
“I’m okay, Ray,” Bodie responded huskily, needing to erase the haunted look in his partner’s eyes. “Just need some sleep and maybe a Swiss roll.” His attempt at a smile failed as his battered face objected to the movement.
“Sleep now, Sunshine. I’ll see what I can do about the Swiss roll a bit later.”
“You’ll stay?” The patient whispered into the warm silence that fell.
“You, William Andrew Philip Bodie, need a keeper, and apparently I’m the only nutter willing to take the job. So close those baby blues and get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, and then I'll see about breaking you out of here.” Ray leaned over and carefully kissed the bruised mouth.
“Love you, Ray…was afraid I’d…” he stopped unable to continue as the scene from his nightmare played across his mind again.
“No fears, Bodie-mate. Just think about all the things I plan to do to you once I get you home. That ought to ensure sweet dreams.”
Title: Fugitive Fugue
Author: Ice Bear
Slash
Archive: ProsLib
Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I borrow them simply for my own enjoyment.
Notes: I've always been fascinated by the momentary startled look on Bodie's face just after Werner asks: "You know what happened to the man you shot?" ("Fugitive") It's as though he second guesses the shoot out they staged in the car park at the pub. It seemed to me that this was the moment that would come back to haunt his dreams.
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Date: 2010-03-29 09:22 am (UTC)I love these lines:
“You’re going to be sorry if you don’t open your eyes right this second.”
So…breathe Bodie for Christ's sake! Breathe.
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Date: 2010-03-29 03:28 pm (UTC)Too short!
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Date: 2010-04-05 05:01 pm (UTC)Edited because I used the wrong icon!!!
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Date: 2010-04-05 09:51 pm (UTC)Some more catching up
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