DIA...Christmas pud. Day 20. A dribble of drabbles

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Just looking for something else in my journal and found these, from some time ago, friends-locked. With apologies to my friends list who may have seen them already, but here they are. Three drabbles.


"Mmmnf." Bodie pressed his lips together.
"Don't have to do this, y'know."
"Just get the fuck on with it, Doyle."

Doyle exhaled and splashed the burning disinfectant over the wound. He knew why his new partner wanted him to do it. Nothing to do with "save wasting time at Casualty." Nothing to do with trust and partnership. No. No, for Bodie, pain was safer. Bodie knew where he was with pain.

Doyle wondered at this strange man: more willing to accept pain from his partner than relief.

"One day," thought Doyle, "One day I will make you groan with pleasure."

.oOo.


"Anyone home?"
Doyle didn't lift his eyes from the binoculars. "Bodie?" He shivered as cold fingers brushed his neck.
"In the flesh."
"Bloody frozen flesh, that. Get off!"
Bodie adopted an injured tone. "And me here to relieve you. Shift."
Doyle shifted obediently. He regarded a half-done jigsaw on the battered table gloomily.

Bodie stretched. "Turner's arriving."
He retreated to the table and inspected Doyle's efforts. Carefully, he leaned forward and added something.
"There. Better?"
Doyle considered and then his face cleared. "Bastard. There was a missing piece.. A missing piece! You... You--"
He broke off.
"Me," agreed Bodie happily.

.oOo.


Spiders dangled on gossamer, lacing the tent's opening. Doyle shook them loose as he struggled out into the early morning. Dressed in tshirt and brief pants, he picked his way through nature's offerings to the relative safety of the car park. He rummaged in the boot.

Returning with bacon to the tent, he grinned at the new arrival outside, and scrambled below the canvas.

"Bodie! Wake up! The Cow wants you!"

"Whassamarra? Ray? Come back to bed..." Bodie blinked, befuddled.

"COW!"

Bodie shot up, eyes wild.

Bright eyes and an inquiring muzzle poked under the flap. The cow mooed, gently.

.oOo.

Comments

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Those were good, especially the last one. Thanks.

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I am very fond of my unexpected cow :)

[sw33n3y.livejournal.com]

Oh I remember these and, you know, I like them all equally.

I really like the haiku-like transfer from pain to pleasure in the first and Bodie being so lovably Bodie in the second. In the third, it's 'The Cow's' sudden breaching of the tent flap (a' la curious livestock mode) that has me falling about. :D

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Aww, thanks! I like the idea of the two of them relying on each other rather than anyone else, whether it's looking after each other's wounds or anything else. And I think Bodie's not just referring to the jigsaw when he replies to Doyle.

The cow one just arrived in my head and made me giggle, so I hoped it would make other people smile too :)

[merentha13.livejournal.com]

These all brought a smile! Thanks for sharing them. The second one brought back memories! I was the one always hid the last puzzle piece at home - and my folks had pretty much the same reaction as Doyle! *g*

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am glad, and you're welcome!

You jigsaw-saboteur, you! Although Doyle has discovered that there is more than one missing piece there.

[krisserci5.livejournal.com]

What fun!

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[miwahni.livejournal.com]

Enjoyed these immensely, thanks for posting!

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad! Thanks a lot!

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

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Lovely thank you, and I remembered them all - especially the last one. There's something completely endearing about the idea of Bodie and the cow... *g*

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[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

I remember discussing once, 'what is the most personal is the most universal'. And really, who among us has not been camping and encountered bovine curiosity...?

...oh, okay, just me? Ah well.

Moo!

[ali15son.livejournal.com]

I love these , thank you very much for posting them , especially the first one !

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

I am so glad to hear that. Thanks! And thank you, because I wasn't sure what people would make of the first one at all.

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

I confess to having a very soft spot for all of these! The unexpected cow is such a delight, and so are the missing piece (Bodie, of course. Doyle is incomplete without him, just as Bodie is without Doyle ... ) and the groaning with pleasure. But most of all, perhaps, I love the fact that Doyle understands Bodie's relation to pain. And that he fully intends to make a difference to it.

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Yes, Bodie is the missing piece!

And yeah, that's it, Doyle has figured out a lot about Bodie in the first one. And yes, he knows what he wants/needs to do.

So glad you enjoyed them.

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Well I definitely remember reading the last two ("COW!" - heh, classic), but I didn't remember the first one and I like it a lot. Doyle wondered at this strange man: more willing to accept pain from his partner than relief. - there's more than one story in there methinks!

[moonlightmead.livejournal.com]

Giggle, I like my cow, I do! But yeah, I like the first one, too.

Now you have got me thinking about the two ways that could be taken, too. I only meant one, but, hmm...