The Haunted by Slantedlight
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discoveredinaljAnd just one more wee one, which was written on the Pros Writing Holiday this year, in full view of the gorgeous Aga, and surrounded by the lads... *g*
The Haunted
by Slantedlight
There was a window bricked up, in the Old Parish Poorhouse, and doors that had once been there. Bodie had glanced up as they shifted their gear from car to room to room, and then he hadn't thought any more about them, but now he tossed and turned in the rattling bed and could not sleep, and they were eyes not watching him, though he knew they were there, and they were mouths that could not speak.
Fancies in the dark his gran would have said, but she would tut around him so that he lost himself in her night-time noises, and forgot about the other sounds, the shadows that moved and then stilled when she wasn't looking. You're too old for that, my Will, too big a boy, my lad...
He was an even bigger boy these days, and the trouble was that now he knew the shadows were real, knew that they moved with their maws agape, waiting until his attention had slipped, until they could reach out their darkling arms and take the things he loved until he was swallowed whole...
In the room across from his, a board creaked, then another, there were footsteps down the corridor, and then a hushed trickle, though it was loud in the night. If he listened carefully he would hear Doyle pulling up his zip, the shuffle on floorboards as he turned around to wash his hands, then footsteps back to the surveillance room.
Night-time noises.
Bodie lay in bed and thought about the monsters that were true, even though he was a big boy now, because it wasn't so long since Doyle had nearly given himself up to the gaping mouths that whispered to him of dark-time secrets, that wanted to lead him to bricked-up worlds where Bodie couldn't follow.
When he didn't hear any more noises, he got up and pattered down to the kitchen, lifted the top of the Aga stove and put the kettle on for two cups of tea.
Title: The Haunted
Author: Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash, eternally
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: If you would like it
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5 universe do not, sadly, belong to me, and I know this all too well...
The Haunted
by Slantedlight
There was a window bricked up, in the Old Parish Poorhouse, and doors that had once been there. Bodie had glanced up as they shifted their gear from car to room to room, and then he hadn't thought any more about them, but now he tossed and turned in the rattling bed and could not sleep, and they were eyes not watching him, though he knew they were there, and they were mouths that could not speak.
Fancies in the dark his gran would have said, but she would tut around him so that he lost himself in her night-time noises, and forgot about the other sounds, the shadows that moved and then stilled when she wasn't looking. You're too old for that, my Will, too big a boy, my lad...
He was an even bigger boy these days, and the trouble was that now he knew the shadows were real, knew that they moved with their maws agape, waiting until his attention had slipped, until they could reach out their darkling arms and take the things he loved until he was swallowed whole...
In the room across from his, a board creaked, then another, there were footsteps down the corridor, and then a hushed trickle, though it was loud in the night. If he listened carefully he would hear Doyle pulling up his zip, the shuffle on floorboards as he turned around to wash his hands, then footsteps back to the surveillance room.
Night-time noises.
Bodie lay in bed and thought about the monsters that were true, even though he was a big boy now, because it wasn't so long since Doyle had nearly given himself up to the gaping mouths that whispered to him of dark-time secrets, that wanted to lead him to bricked-up worlds where Bodie couldn't follow.
When he didn't hear any more noises, he got up and pattered down to the kitchen, lifted the top of the Aga stove and put the kettle on for two cups of tea.
Title: The Haunted
Author: Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash, eternally
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: If you would like it
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5 universe do not, sadly, belong to me, and I know this all too well...
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Date: 2010-11-01 12:16 pm (UTC)Love the language of this, and as often the case with these short pieces it somehow seems more pronounced. Thank you!
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Date: 2011-01-21 08:53 am (UTC)And thank you for commenting - I'm so glad this worked for you, just as I'd hoped it would!
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Date: 2011-01-21 08:54 am (UTC)And thank you for commenting - I'm so glad you liked this, and felt it! *g* And personally, I reckon Doyle'll help Bodie with the vanquishing... *g*
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Date: 2010-11-01 05:13 pm (UTC)What a gorgeous gem of a wee fic, thank you! It's a comfort to know that even a big tough bloke like Bodie suffers from the occasional creepy visitation. *g*
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Date: 2011-01-21 08:54 am (UTC)And thank you - your comment has made me smile twice now, too! *g*
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Date: 2011-01-21 10:12 am (UTC)Oh bless you - replying to everything on LJ is too much to hope for, no worries!
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Date: 2011-01-20 07:06 pm (UTC)I told you I was distracting myself with fanfic - with that plus my new year resolution I have finally reached Hallowe-en...
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