Prosfic - Never The Words They Say

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Well, happy Boxing Day - I hope everyone's full of goodness and glee after yesterday, and enjoying themselves still. Here's another story from me, should sorting out all that wrapping paper start to pall *g*

Never The Words They Say


Title: Never The Words They Say
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 with over the long cold winter...

Comments

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Okay, I'm back, with time and coherency on my hands.*g*

I enjoyed so much about this, I scarcely know where to start. The set up is absolutely perfect - there is something about the two of them locked away in isolation, and here, in a Scottish croft, that speaks to my heart. (I love HG'S Strange Days Indeed for much the same reason).You set up a wonderful sense of..fragility..against the backdrop of their world gone, and CI5 against them. I loved the sense of a thaw you give to both of them: As they play cards in front of a fire, learn about each other's grans, take pleasure in a snowfall, we get a wonderful picture of them drifting ever closer together, away from the blood and bullets. Just beautiful.

I loved that it was Scotland - most of my extended clan is there and I miss them like crazy at this time of year, so I enjoyed the canvas of colourful village extras - and, man, I could smell the peat!

You are a phenomenally talented writer, and, hand on my heart, this is now in my top five fics. Below are just some random highlights that I couldn't help but pick out.

Thank you for this. I loved it. Truly, madly, deeply. *g*


The metallic tang of her blood sliced the air between them, a scream without sound.

“Actually mate, I think you’ll find that’s peat.” His voice was steady, and Bodie loved him for it.
“Pete? Who the hell’s..?”
“Peat fuel , you dumb crud. You burn it.”
“Oh,” Bodie surveyed the mud with a better appreciation. “You drink whisky by it an’ all, don’t you?”

Doyle was nothing but a long line in his sleeping bag.


Deep, deep undercover, as just themselves. Maybe Bodie really would find them a Buddha statue.

You can have him to here, after that he’s just Doyle, just your partner.

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I must admit I have a soft spot for them on their own, where no one else can bother them (or at least where they hope no one else can bother them...)

I'm so glad that you liked it, and thank you so much for your kind words! It's absolutely lovely to hear what people liked (and it makes me realise that I must be a much better feeder-backer than I usually am!). I'm sitting here with a big silly grin on my face - so thank you for that!