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byslantedlight.livejournal.com

Well that went down well! *g* A big thank you, again, to

moth2fic, who between them set the ball rolling - there were more than fifty Pros drabbles in the end, from writers old and new! So thank you everyone who drabbled, too! It was absolutely fantastic to see so much Pros through my flist this weekend, just... stunning.

( A bit about archiving - drabblers please read! )

empty_mirrors has been hard at work tagging all the drabbles, so they will as ever be accessible through the User Info page. I rather think that we'll also include them in the pdf version of Dialj Bound: Discovered In 1977, perhaps as a sort of interlude chapter... *g* If you'd rather your drabble wasn't included, then do let me know below as well!

And finally - keep your eyes on

discoveredinalj tomorrow... It's the end of September, there's a new challenge just around the corner... *g*

probodie.livejournal.com

Title: Memories.

Prompt: Pocket watch

It didn’t seem right.
Going through things that had meaning once upon a time, and held a million memories. Ideas, thoughts, and feelings, that *he* had felt.
The pocket watch felt strong in his hand. The time ticking away as it had done since the day it’d been bought.
Like an egg timer counting down the days to death. A morbid view but true.
“Ray?”
“What?”
“Look at this. It’s his watch. Wonder how long he had it. Wonder what memories it holds.”
A single glance.
“You always were his blue eyed boy.”
“I know. I’ll miss Cowley.”
“I know.”

kiwisue.livejournal.com

It's only 8:30 pm in Pago Pago - heaps of time yet!

( Drabble )

myrebelcat.livejournal.com

I'm sure it's not yet midnight somewhere in the world. So I'm grabbing one more prompt from

moth2fic, and I'm using it my title, because it's late and I'm too tired to think of anything cleverer.

( Overnight )

solosundance.livejournal.com

A flying jar of marmite nearly sent Doyle over the edge. It catapulted out of the black hole of Bodie’s kitchen cupboard and shattered at his feet.

“No need to throw it on the floor,” came a drawl. “Just unscrew the lid.”

“I’ll unscrew your lid,” Doyle growled, arriving back at the bed. Unthinkable words tumbled out of his mouth. “This isn’t working, Bodie.”

“No,” Bodie agreed. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best. “So move in.”

Doyle had the cupboard safely stacked by ten o’clock.

They made their first anniversary with ease. And every anniversary that followed.

Current Mood: marmitey
Current Music: Joan as Policewoman

przed.livejournal.com

One last one to end my night.

byslantedlight, here's your buckle prompt.

( Undone )

heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com

Just had to check what happened in the shower - sorry I didn't check properly for injuries, but it turned out to be superficial and they wanted to get into the shower and ...

Water’s hot. Bodie’s eyes are shut, shampoo sluicing down his chest and belly and … legs. He doesn’t even open his eyes when Doyle steps in with him, right up against him, wraps his arms around him and shakes him gently in a pantomime of exasperation. “You idiot.” Lays his head against Bodie’s cheek, forehead resting on Bodie’s shoulder. “You’re not made of bloody Kevlar either, you know.” He turns towards that beautiful mouth, grazes across bruise-darkened skin and just before their lips meet he stops – just for a second – to tell him in a whisper, “You stupid, stupid bastard.”

ETA that's my lot - I actually got tonight's RL work finished in spite of everything! Off to join the party down in the garden now ... bonfire's just going nicely ....

crimson-37.livejournal.com

Having another go. Here goes.

( Deep Water )

Current Mood: tired

przed.livejournal.com

Here's a sequel to Adrift. With a big thank you to

heliophile_oxon for the idea.

( Safe Harbour )

callistosh65.livejournal.com

Prompt word: Overnight

He blames adrenaline for the first time, alcohol for the second, and gratitude for the third when he slams into Bodie's injured arms before the locks have even clicked.

And it is three. Doyle has no idea who the fuck Bodie thinks he's kidding by pretending not to be sure.

Besides, if Mr Oh-So Casual can't bloody count, then how come he wakes up after the fourth time with his arms and mouth full of a Bodie who hasn't left, and whose grip on his arms will bruise by morning?

Overnight they've gone and done it, then. Partners to partners.

heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com

(I couldn't help it. It's crimson_37's fault really.

Stupid Bastard part 2 - Home.

Stupid bastard won’t stop grinning, won’t stop clowning around, won’t stop bleeding – just a scratch, just a crease, on his fucking neck if you please and we’re talking a fraction of an inch here and that could have been an artery – and Doyle has had enough.

Slams the door behind them.

“You get your clothes off right now and get into that bloody shower and then I’m going to show you why you got to take as much care of your own skin as you do of mine.”

Bodie stops his stupid-bastard grinning. And slowly, slowly he begins to smile.

Current Location: working, honest - half finished despite drabble temptation !

elizabethhelena.livejournal.com

Okay, so technically I wrote it, but Rebel used the puppy eyes of doom on me! I was almost helpless in their thrall.

Ahem. With profound apologies to the late Quentin Crisp for nicking his title.

( The Naked Civil Servant )

empty-mirrors.livejournal.com

They sneak out of the do early, the girls giggling. Bodie wants to throttle both of them, especially when Christie shoots him a gloating look over Ray's shoulder. A thrown gauntlet, and Bodie's never backed down from a fight yet.

By the time the girls get back from ten minutes in the loo, Bodie's finished. Ray's tie is gone, his collar's open exposing a length of neck marked with faint bruises, his lips are swollen bee-stung pink and his pupils are blown wide, turning his eyes into limpid shadowed wells.

Christie glares. Bodie smiles beatifically back.

Game, set and match.

NB: Tamper - to interfere inappropriately with someone

solosundance.livejournal.com

“I’m here,” said Bodie’s voice.

After many silent hours, the whisper through the icy airwaves was an unexpected gift.

Belly-down on concrete, Doyle shut his eyes against the cold and wished he could crawl to him. Supposing neither of them died tonight in this dense, black landscape there might be a chance to show he had understood.

He tugged the handset close so it almost touched his lips, needing to speak to Bodie’s inner ear. If he didn’t understand, he might not be careful enough. Doyle’s voice was strangled by desire to find the right word.

“Likewise,” he said.

schnuffi.livejournal.com

Dammit, this seems to be catching! Ok, this one is a bit out of context I fear but it jumped me while I was shopping (of all things) and I thought I give it a try. Doyle's POV yet again - seems I just can't get Bodie's *sigh*

( Close Call )

Current Mood: good

myrebelcat.livejournal.com

This one is a companion to Journey and Switching Drivers. It also stands alone, I think!

I really do expect this will be my last for awhile, though. EH just walked in and she says she's taking away my computer privileges, for my own good.

( Alternate Route )

empty-mirrors.livejournal.com

Accommodations have given up trying to move him. He can't leave. He just gets builders in to fix the worst of the damage after things get a bit too much. Like finding a well-foxed paperback stuffed down the back of the couch. Or when he dreams, so vivid that he wakes surrounded by familiar scent with the ghost of a hand against his cheek.

It's six months before he stops pausing, confused, between Dobson and Flatley on the shift roster, wondering who's made the mistake.

And if anyone asks how he is?

He smiles, and answers resolutely, "I'm fine, thanks."

angel-ci5.livejournal.com

I've attempted a sequel to my Fall Girl Drabble with the prompt "Truth".

( Read here... )

przed.livejournal.com

Whilst mulling over

byslantedlight's prompt, managed one of

moth2fic's: jetsam.

( Adrift )

myrebelcat.livejournal.com

This one is a companion to Journey, though it stands alone.

As for why I wrote another drabble? It wasn't my fault. I had to save the plot bunny. It was approaching critical mass.

( Switching Drivers )

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