Bodie's Letter
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Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle
Title: Bodie's Letter
Author: Ellis Ward
Prompt: 24: Future Fic
Rating: PG
Length: Long
Brief summary: Again, one of my favorite stories by the author, and my fav future fic. Bodie & Doyle are in a relationship, until something happens and they lose touch. Ten years and one funeral later, they meet again. This one is brilliant, and contains some of my favorite fandomish moments.
Link to the story: Bodie's Letter
Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle
Title: Bodie's Letter
Author: Ellis Ward
Prompt: 24: Future Fic
Rating: PG
Length: Long
Brief summary: Again, one of my favorite stories by the author, and my fav future fic. Bodie & Doyle are in a relationship, until something happens and they lose touch. Ten years and one funeral later, they meet again. This one is brilliant, and contains some of my favorite fandomish moments.
Doyle disappeared briefly into his bedroom while Bodie put on his jacket. Upon his return, he found Bodie already on his way out, so he followed, lagging a few steps behind, and automatically locked up as he went. When they reached the street, Bodie continued onto the pavement, his heels clicking as he marched away.
"Oi!" Doyle called. "My car's over here."
Casting a disinterested glance over his shoulder, Bodie paused. "And?"
Doyle lifted the small metal case, fetched from his bedroom, for emphasis. "Still carry a shooter?" He flicked a finger in the direction of Bodie's chest, then patted his own left underarm for clarity. "It's in your car, isn't it?"
"I've a permit."
"'Course you do." He indicated the metal box. "Glock 17. Ever fire one?"
Bodie said mildly, "I know of 'em. Prefer my handguns to have a bit of substance."
With a knowing smile, Doyle said, "You'll change your mind, butch, after you've had a go at this." He led the way to his Vauxhall.
"Oi!" Doyle called. "My car's over here."
Casting a disinterested glance over his shoulder, Bodie paused. "And?"
Doyle lifted the small metal case, fetched from his bedroom, for emphasis. "Still carry a shooter?" He flicked a finger in the direction of Bodie's chest, then patted his own left underarm for clarity. "It's in your car, isn't it?"
"I've a permit."
"'Course you do." He indicated the metal box. "Glock 17. Ever fire one?"
Bodie said mildly, "I know of 'em. Prefer my handguns to have a bit of substance."
With a knowing smile, Doyle said, "You'll change your mind, butch, after you've had a go at this." He led the way to his Vauxhall.
Link to the story: Bodie's Letter