Discovered in Thirty Years Time

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Very very belatedly this is the close-out post for our March challenge...

Thank you very much to everyone who took part, or was inspired by the challenge, it was brilliant to see what people thought might have happened to the lads, thirty years from somewhen. I wonder if they'll still be alive and lovely in lj in another thirty years... *g*

And now, on to the next challenge!

April Drabble Challenges!

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After lots of requests for another one, I thought we might make April drabble challenge month, here at discoveredinalj, with a series of differently themed/prompted drabble challenges.

A drabble is, of course, a short piece of writing that is exactly one hundred words long. It's not supposed to be just a snippet, or a snatch of conversation, it's supposed to be a whole story, an entire universe, told in just 100 words. According to Wikipedia, "The term comes from Monty Python's 1971 Big Red Book. In this book, "Drabble" was a word game where the first participant to write a novel wins. In order to make the game possible in the real world, it was agreed that 100 words would suffice."

Of course, we're not too fussy what we read about our lads, so as long as it's 100 words long, we don't mind how novel-like it is. I mean, if you really felt you had to write 100 words of porn-without-plot, we'd live with it... *g*

Oh, and if you'd like some inspiration (or just haven't seen these yet) - then here are some we prepared earlier: September 2007 Drabble Challenge, and of course The Hatstand archive has a whole section of drabbles if you'd like further examples... *g*

So - drabbles! If you comment below I will give you a random prompt to write your drabble around - when you're ready, simply post it to the comm! No need for cuts, since the posts will be so short anyway! Deadline is midnight on Sunday/Monday night, in whichever timezone you may be living (and as usual, if you move to Pago Pago briefly, that's just fine... *g*)

And finally - if anyone knows how to get rid of that large unsightly, and completely ridiculous gap between the dialj challenge banner and the beginning of posts below, I'd really appreciate hearing about it! I managed a bad banner (empty_mirrors we miss you!), but it just looks silly up there on its own! Help?! Found it! Phew!

Drabble Challenge - Looking Out For Bodie.

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Looking Out For Bodie

 

“It’s the job, man. Don’t make it a personal vendetta.”

 

“No, sir.”

 

But it’s done now, and Doyle is too much of a professional to leave any evidence linking to him or to CI5.

 

He slides into bed, gently pulling the sleeping man closer to him, mindful of the cuts and bruises on the battered body. Bodie stirs; he’s aware of Doyle’s presence, but his subconscious knows there’s no threat of danger, and he goes back to the deep, restorative sleep he so badly needs.

 

Doyle kisses the marked, handsome face.

 

“Mine,” he whispers, and Bodie smiles, contentedly.

 

Safe now.

 

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Drabble Challenge - 'Reflections'

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Title: Reflections
Author: londonronnie
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Sally Fell
Disclaimer: Bodie and Doyle don't belong to me. If they did, do you really think I'd be wasting my time sitting here typing this?
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - my prompt was 'Old Father Time'


Reflections

His waistline was definitely thicker, his hair nearly all grey now, although he hadn't lost any, thank god.

He raised his eyes to meet the reflected gaze of the man standing behind him, smiling ruefully as two leather-clad arms wrapped around him.

"We're getting old, mate."

"Better than the alternative. Most people expected us to be pushing up daisies years ago. Anyway, I'd rather have Old Father Time knocking on the door than Old Father Cowley."

Doyle couldn't argue with that. He turned into Bodie's embrace and grinned.

"Still, with age comes experience, eh?"

Bodie grinned back.

"Care to demonstrate?"

Drabble Challenge - Honey

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Author: Ancasta
Title: Honey
Genre: Slash
Pros Lib/Cırcuit Archive: Please
Disclaimer: Not mine 

*******

No one who knew him would call Doyle sweet.

Tart was more like it.

Sharp tongue, cutting wit. Toughness as much metal as mettle.

His body was like that too, all angles and edges. Hard muscle shielding harder bone.

But Bodie knew how to pierce Doyle's armour. He would press his partner close, absorbing Doyle's anger, his restlessness, the thing inside him that never knew enough.

When it all got too much, Bodie would hold him, whispering, "Easy, mate."

And secure in Bodie's arms, Doyle would surrender, as he would to no other. His armour vanishing, revealing only a man. 

Drabble Challenge - Coming Home.

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Coming Home

 

 

“It’s only me! You’d better be ready!”

 

“Been ready all day, Doyle. What kept you?”

 

“You don’t wanna know. Come ’ere.”

 

“Oi! I’m not an easy lay, you know.”

 

“Yes you are.”

 

“Well, yes, I am, but …. ow! Vampire! I’ll have to cover that up tomorrow.”

 

“Ah, Bodie! No-one will know it was me.”

 

“Are you kidding? With that bite pattern, it’s bleedin’ obvious.”

 

“Wear your polo neck, then. The black one. With the leather jacket and black cords.

 

“Like me in black, do you?”

 

“Yeah. I like you better in nothing, though.”

 

“We can do something about that…”

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Drabble Challenge - "Fences"

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Title: Fences
Author: bistokids
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Bistokids
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Oh OK, they're not mine.
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - my prompt was 'fences'


People had said Bodie put up walls.

He didn’t really. Fences, more than walls. Partitions, keeping everything safely separate.

Childhood. Well, OK, that one was a wall.

Travelling. Fence between that and ‘mercenary’, so he could remember the thrill of one without the taint of the other.

Army. Northern Ireland. SAS. All nicely fenced in. Not forgotten, not blanked out, just safely separate.

CI5. Doyle.

Doyle, barging past carefully deflective phrases with shattering precision. No respecter of privacy. Scornful of secrets. Doyle, who reached out, dragged down the fences, let everything bleed together.

And yet, with Doyle, it didn’t hurt.

Drabble Challenge - "Lost"

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Title: Lost
Author: schnuffi
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Schnuffi
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the lads, I just play with them now and then. And they never complained so far *G*
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - my prompt was 'Glasses'


Lost

Bodie’s heart froze when he rounded the corner and saw the open car, Doyle’s sunglasses abandoned on the sidewalk. His blue eyes searched the surroundings frantically. What had happened here? Where was Ray? Bodie checked out the car and then picked up the glasses, running one thumb around the frame. He looked around again. The neighbourhood seemed totally deserted. But somewhere out there was his other half, possibly hurt and maybe even worse. But wherever Doyle was, he’d find him. He always did. And may God have mercy on those who hurt his partner, for he sure as hell wouldn’t.

Drabble Challenge - "Alive"

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Title: Alive
Author: schnuffi
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Schnuffi
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the lads, I just play with them now and then. And they never complained so far *G*
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - Sequel to "Lost"

Alive

He woke with a start and a killer headache. What the hell had happened and where was he? He remembered getting out of the car and then suddenly everything went dark. Stupid – he should have waited for Bodie. Bodie! He would find him – he always did. Just as he always found Bodie. Their bond was so tight they could feel each other for miles. He tried to move just to find his hands and legs tied. As if he didn’t have enough problems already. Swearing and grunting, he tried to get into a sitting position. What the hell kept Bodie?

Hope everybody's happy now *grmpf*

Drabble Challenge: Remember

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Title: Remember
Author: Probodie
Genre: Pre-slash
Proslib/Circuit/Hatstand: Yes
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine, I just like to play with them
A/N: I was given the prompt ‘mouse’.



“Sir,” I’d said as I stood in front of Cowley.

“Ahh, 3.7. You took your time getting here.”

I’d opened my mouth to protest but he’d interrupted me.

“Time to meet your new partner. Agent 4.5. or Raymond Doyle.”

I’d never even realised there was someone else in the room! Turning, I’d spotted a scruffy individual leaning against the wall.

I remember thinking that Cowley had gone mad, partnering me with that.

I remember looking him up and down.

I remember him staying resolutely silent.

I remember thinking I’d got a mouse for a partner.

How utterly wrong I was.

Drabble Challenge: Red Wine.

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Title: In Vino Veritas
Author: Drayce
Slash or Gen: Slash
Word Count: 100
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Erm… yes?
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above): Draycevixen

Disclaimer: *Flails* Does this look like the behaviour of a cool criminal type?
Notes: Written for the April Drabble Challenge - my prompt was 'Red Wine.'

In Vino Veritas

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Drabble challenge : University

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Author: Callisto
Title: University
Genre: Slash
Pros lib / Cırcuit Archive: Sure
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Was itching to make it longer, but byslantedlight'll be proud of me..*g* My prompt was 'university'.


University

"Bit of a wank, this ivory tower stuff."

"Just because you never went."

"Never needed to, my son. Anyway, you didn’t either. And bloody art college doesn’t count. ’S all wank, mate. Trust me, you can do it yourself."

"What? Under a tree with a book in Africa?"

"If you like, yeah."

"Leave it out-"

“Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. Chips."

"Eh?"

"Chips. Your turn, and easy on the vinegar!"

Doyle sometimes wondered whether a lifetime was enough to learn one William Andrew Philip Bodie.

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Drabble Challenge: Shades of Red

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Title: Shades of Red
Author: Probodie
Genre: Slash
Hatstand/Circuit/Proslib: Yes
Disclaimer: Not mine sadly, I just like to play
A/N: For the discoveredinalj challenge. My prompt was - scarlet


I’ve seen him every shade of scarlet.

Scarlet when facing off with Cowley; his anger spitting forth like Vesuvius erupting. Not a pretty sight and not one I’d like to face anytime soon.

Scarlet when hit by Mayli’s bullet, spilling his precious lifeblood onto his ratty tee-shirt; uncaring of his vital, healthy body. Death respects no one.

But he still hasn’t been as scarlet as he is now.

“No way, Bodie. Please don’t make me.”

I grin. No way is he gonna wrangle out of this.

“Come on Ray. It’s only a thong.”

“Yeah, but with a bloody elephant’s trunk!”