Mere Anarchy ; Scot-Free

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Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: Mere Anarchy
Author: Rebelcat
Prompt: 09: Hurt/Comfort 
Rating: R 
Length: Long
Brief summary: Bodie gets hurt on a mission and Ray takes care of him. Except he's behaving all snarky and independent. (Bodie, I mean. Ray's just snarky). This is a rape fic, one of the best out there, very real and in character.

Doyle knocked again. "Tell me you didn't accidentally flush yourself down the loo."

"I'm fine!" Bodie hoisted himself to his feet and pulled his trousers back up. Opening the door, he said, "Don't you think you're taking Cowley's orders a little too much to heart?"

Doyle ignored him. "Give me your wrists."

Before Bodie realized what was happening, Doyle had slipped a plastic bag over his hand and begun wrapping surgical tape around his wrist.

"'Ey! How am I going to wash my hair with my hands in these?"

"Don't think you've got so much hair you really need worry about it." Doyle finished the second hand. "There! It's a good thing you didn't make such a hash out of your ankles, too."

Link to the story: Mere Anarchy

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Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: Scot-Free 
Author: Rimy
Prompt: 15: Crack!Fic
Rating: -
Length: Medium
Brief summary: A really hilarious fic about money and cheap bosses, plots and partnership. Really funny, and the ending's great!

This is a death fic. But it's ok :)

Bodie stirred, his blank gaze sharpening on Doyle. "Where'd you stash that little punk?"

"Interrogation room. You don't have to talk to him, I'll--"

"I want to talk to him. By hand." Bodie cracked his knuckle joints with grim purpose and got to his socked feet.

"Er...." Doyle cast about for a distraction. "I'll talk to him while you, er"--inspiration struck--"while you fill out an expense chit!"

"Eh?"

"Yeah, Bodie--spoilt your shoes on the job, didn't you? Claim for them."

Link to the story: Scot-Free