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kiwisue.livejournal.com

There was a collection box on the main desk inside the Seamen's Mission. Bodie fed loose change into the slot, coins chinking coldly against the bottom of the tin.

"Take more than spare coin to replace this door," Doyle observed. They'd made a right mess of things, chasing after Gunderson.

“Cowley will indent for it, but the personal touch never hurts." In this newly minted partnership Doyle was the sentimental one, never Bodie.

The remains of the shattered glass panel littered the floor. One Flying Angel in need of new wings. One CI5 agent touching his past – gone, not forgotten.

ETA: I exchanged 'not' and'never' because I thought the emphasis was better. Also I can't help fiddling *g*

solosundance.livejournal.com

Back then his best mate shut him in the coal-hole. For a dare or a joke or just because it was flaming well there.

Doyle had chewed his knuckles, yelled abuse. He’d emerged smoky-faced, heart hammering under cover of a cocky smile. Gave his former best mate the juiciest black eye.

These days random injustices came in deeper, blacker pits. With shackled wrists and taped up mouths, him and his best mate both in it up to their necks.

But that was then and this is now.

The flashing beacon of Bodie’s eyes, endless hope in a night without stars.

hagsrus.livejournal.com

Shots exploded and Rahad's fleeing car clipped Bodie. He fell, momentarily stunned and winded. Heard Doyle's panicked shout.

Here was Doyle, rolling him onto his back, seeking his heart.

He wrapped his arms around Doyle, pulling him down into a desperate embrace. "Never knew you cared."

"Of course I bloody care!" Doyle snarled and crushed an angry kiss onto Bodie's mouth.

Bodie forced a laugh. "Never knew you cared."

And they joked about blanks in Doyle's gun.

Later, in the moments before his solitary sleep, Doyle whispered, "Of course I care," and longed to feel again that safely beating heart.

gideonbd77.livejournal.com

Well, I'm not from Pogo Pogo, but I technically live in the future of Americans and British folks due to my timezone. :P Here's my contribution to this drabble challenge.

Title: Every Time
Author: Gideon BD
Pros-Lib/Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

At 9AM every Wednesday, they come to my bakery for bread, croissants and Danish butter cookies. Two lovely old fellas: Will, tall, pale and handsome with thick, white hair, and Ray, wiry with a full head of salt-and-pepper curls and an impish grin.

Ray was shot in the heart decades ago. Twice. Will becomes reticent whenever Ray talks about it and draws nearer to Ray, a strong, old Oak sheltering his sun. But one touch and smile from Ray, and he beams once more, alight. Alive.

And when they leave, they walk side by side, hand in hand. Every time.

Current Mood: relaxed

merentha13.livejournal.com

Smokey green eyes meet doubtful blue. Ray can feel the hunger in their depths. He gently squeezes the hand loosely entwined with his own to reassure. There is no response.

“It’ll be good, Bodie. I promise.”

“I dunno, Ray.”

Bodie looks away.

Ray’s fingers run a gentle caress over pouting lips.

Bodie shudders under the touch.

“You trust me, yeah?”

“With me life, but this...”

"Ah, Bodie. What am I gonna do with you?”

Ray gets up and stands behind his uneasy partner, massaging stiff shoulders.

He feels Bodie tense.

Frustration wins.

“Christ sake, Bodie, its just a fuckin’ salad!”

moonlightmead.livejournal.com

How had he come to be guarding his partner? Doyle's ID confiscated, security going through his flat, Cowley beyond fury.

"Fucking security risk to end all risks, you... "

"Say it, Bodie! I can hear it whether you say it or not!"

"Doesn't need saying then, does it? My partner, caught trousers down - literally, Doyle, literally - mid-case, and not even with the bloody bird."

Silence, a silence to end trust, hope and partnership.

"Bodie. Which one you jealous of?"

"What?"

"Which one? This matters, Bodie. Of him? Or me?"

Silence. A silence to begin trust. Hope. And partnership.

moonlightmead.livejournal.com

"Alpha one to 3.7. Where's that partner of yours?"

At first, such a request to either was unproductive; was to be greeted with a faint air of defensiveness. Unspoken: what business of mine is it how he spends his down hours?

Eventually, they gelled. Now each always had the answer, cavalier and blithe.

But then an uncomfortable period indeed. Still they claimed knowledge of where the other was to be found: but sometimes in aggressive certainty, sometimes with sour suspicion.

These days, they don't always know where the other is. Yet casual assurance issues from them.

Cowley doesn't know why.

potztausend.livejournal.com

Title: It’s a Start
Author: Potztausend
Beta:

shooting2kill (thanks!). Every remaining mistake is mine.
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Genre: Drabble
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I don’t make money with them. I wish I could do at least the owning.

„You cannot deny it!“ Ann’s eyes were sparkling with anger.

„No, I can’t, but it doesn’t mean anything.“

„It was your arse, Ray. Your arse!“

„Ann, that’s nothing special. It’s...“

„...nothing to get excited about? Are you serious? So Bodie might grope your arse during our wedding ceremony too?“

In the living room next door Bodie listened to their argument. Sitting with his legs apart on the sofa he looked very smug. Next time he would trip over something and hang onto Doyle’s hip, perhaps the front hip bone, close to Doyle’s zipper. It was just a matter of time.

squeeful.livejournal.com

They were in a world of trouble. Doyle's hit and Bodie's nearly out of bullets, but the rain of gunfire won't stop just because they need it to.

"Hold on," is all he can really say. Please has never been a part of his vocabulary before this.

All his life Bodie has never had anyone he's cared about like this, not enough to give up everything. No one, not parents, not friends, not even the women he's professed to love. But now he has Doyle tucked up to his chest, blindingly trusting of him, and suddenly he gives a damn.

Current Mood: creative

hambelandjemima.livejournal.com

Once upon a time there were two little boys. One became a soldier, fighting for any cause as long as he was recompensed. He fought for money, food, and a safe place to sleep. The other joined the police force, passionate about civil rights and seeing justice done. He fought for truth, for the common man.

Both used intuition along with the skills they were taught in defence and attack; they were adaptable, knowledgeable, professional.

They were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that and now they work for me.

My name is Cowley.

hambelandjemima.livejournal.com

Doyle raced along in the Capri, intent on only one thing.

Someone had taken Bodie and Ray Doyle was taking him back.

The radio crackled into life. "Alpha to 4.5."

He snatched up the mike. "4.5."

"Report to base. Immediately."

"Sir, I'm in pursuit-"

"The car you are following has diplomatic plates. You are to return-"

"I'm sorry, sir, I must be going out of range. I can't hear you."

"Return to HQ, 4.5!"

"Sorry, sir, I'll try another channel." He threw the mike down and, as an afterthought, turned the radio off.

He had a partner to snatch back.

callistosh65.livejournal.com

"Sit up and wrap your hands around this."

Doyle blinks himself semi-upright and stares at the mug.

"Wrap 'em around something else, if you like."

He tries a leer, but what with the watery eyes, unwashed hair and red nose, it's not a particularly tempting offer.

Bodie thinks about actually petting him, but he can wait.

Twenty minutes later, the Lemsip is in, and Bodie has a furnace plastered to his ribs.

"Always so cold," slurs Doyle, pressing into his neck. "'S nice."

Bodie sighs, squeezes, all mock sufferance.

Truth be told, he rather likes a Doyle on Lemsips.

merentha13.livejournal.com

Rain splatters the windscreen, painting the world with Monet’s brush, adding tears to his reflection in the glass. Ignoring the blood soaking through his jeans, he anxiously watches the warehouse, its flames battling with Mother Nature’s downpour. Bodie is still in there.

Pain and Cowley confine him to the Capri. He loses himself in the sound of droplets drumming on the bonnet. His awareness drifts.

Voices intrude. One voice, close to his ear, pulls him back.

“What’s all this, then?” his partner gently caresses a wet cheek.

His consciousness sliding away, he manages a smile. “Was waiting for you.”

hutchynstarsk.livejournal.com

Feline

by Allie

“You can’t keep that cat, Doyle.”

Doyle’s mouth slanted, eyes squeezing partway shut. He stroked from gray tabby head to energetic tail. The cat rubbed against his tilted chin.

Bodie crossed his arms. “He’ll scratch your eyes out in your sleep. You’ll forget to feed him and he’ll die.”

“She.”

“She?”

“She’ll die. And she won’t. I’ll feed her.”

Purring, the cat kneaded Doyle’s jeans.

Bodie gripped Doyle’s shoulder, leaning closer. “And when you go undercover?”

“You’ll feed her.”

Bodie’s chin lowered. “She’s a terrorist’s cat, Ray.”

Doyle grinned fiercely. “So? You were a mercenary.”

Bodie tsk’d. “That’s just catty.”

hutchynstarsk.livejournal.com

Really? I'm first? :O Let me know if I've done it wrong...

Let Them Eat Cake

by Allie

Gunfire.

Behind their tank-like car, Bodie held his gun muzzle-up. “Could’ve really gone for that chocolate cake.”

Betty’s birthday: and she was sharing.

Doyle frowned. “It’ll keep!”

“Anson’ll get it.”

Bodie and Doyle lunged up at the same time, firing; ducked back before the return volley.

“All that chocolate...”

Bullets thudded into the car.

“Then let’s finish this!”

Bodie’s mouth hardened. “Right. Cover me.”

He lunged from cover, running low, firing all the way.

Doyle threw down a rain of cover fire.

But it wasn’t bloody enough.

#

Doyle baked a huge double-chocolate cake.

Even in hospital, Bodie ate too much.

byslantedlight.livejournal.com

We've not had a drabble challenge for a long... time (wow, April 2008!) - bite-sized pieces of the lads, telling us their story in exactly one hundred words... I thought it might be about time to have another go. (And maybe I've been inspired by all the gorgeous Friday Lads pics out there, too... *g*)

We can either... wing it (drabble about anything you like!) or play in a drabble tree (where the word that starts your drabble should be the word that ended someone else's), or ask for prompts to set us off, or have a go at icon-drabbles (write a drabble based on an icon that someone either volunteers, or that you use, or that someone requests, or... *g*) or... the world is our gorgeous lads-type lobster!

We had twenty drabbles for the April 2008 drabble tree, and more than fifty for the February 2008 Two Day Drabble Challenge... what do you think, can we come up with that many this time?

And for those not sure, a drabble is a complete story written in 100 words - it's not just a snapshot of the lads, it tells a story... Ernest Hemingway famously wrote one in 6 words: "For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn." but we're a bit more easy-going than that... *g*

Here's one that was written earlier - by

kiwisue in fact, for an older drabble challenge - and if you start there are then just keep hitting the "previous" button, you'll find many many more if you'd like some examples...

Jump right in and post them to the comm - no trailers or other info required, just 100 words of the lads - deadline midnight in your time zone on Sunday night (and if you've moved to Pago Pago, where they just happen to have the very latest time-zone of all, then that's fine too... one day someone really will post from there, and I'll be soooo excited... *g*)

Now let's go forth and drabble! Would anyone like to play? *g*

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Two Day Drabble Challenge: Every Time

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Two Day Drabble Challenge: It's A Start

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Two Day Drabble Challenge: Cowley's Incorruptibles

Two Day Drabble Challenge: Snatch Back

Ode to a Lemsip

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drabble challenge: Feline

drabble challenge: Let Them Eat Cake

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