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Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: The Missing Piece
Author: Cassidy Collins
Prompt: 49: Reccer's Choice
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Very cool first-meeting story, with supernatural overtones. Bodie's sick, and there's a strange presence giving him comfort. Sometimes reality is totally overrated...

Then amidst all the crippling agony he suddenly felt a moment of peace. He was sure that a cool hand touched his cheek, leaving a soothing trail as it travelled across his skin. Moving slowly he attempted to open his eyes but was stopped by the same gentle caress now accompanied by a throaty whisper.

"S'okay sunshine. Don't you move...let me do all the work, eh?"

The calm words were quickly followed by the sweep of a moist cloth and Bodie sighed in relief as his sweat-slicked skin felt as if it belonged to him once again. Fingertips lightly skimmed his body and wherever they touched a cleansing balm seemed to be left behind. The fiery ache and intense heat of pain that was muscle deep, cooled and gentled in the wake of those knowing fingers

Link to the story: The Missing Piece

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Claim: The Professionals ~ Bodie/Doyle 
Title: Griffin
Author: Courtney Gray
Prompt: 50: Reccer's Choice
Rating: NC-17
Length: Epic
Brief summary: My favorite story by the author. Not exactly Pros, but since it is in The Circuit Archive, I guess it's a fair game. It's an AU, crossover of two different roles played by MS and LC, where they develop an unlikely relationship in the dangerous world of money and drugs. I've read it several times, and each time it's magical. 

When he woke, he felt as if he might even be able to function as a human being again. The absence of pain was blissful. He wondered what time it was and realized his throat was dry, his mouth like cotton.

A shadow detached itself from the rest of the room and moved towards him. "Would you like a glass of water?"

Wesley placed a full glass in his hands and helped him to a sitting position. Griffin drank the water quickly and tried to ignore the presence of the other man. He noticed that his tie was undone, along with the first two buttons of his shirt. His shoes were neatly placed on the floor next to the sofa.

He finished drinking the water and returned the glass to Wesley with a grimace.

"Do you get these attacks often?" Wesley asked.

Griffin just shook his head carefully.

"I worked with a man years ago who suffered from migraines. Nasty stuff. He never knew when one would hit him. In his line of work, it was definitely a liability. He had to quit."

Griffin looked up at the drawn curtains, then at Wesley. "It's not migraine." He felt compelled to explain at the sight of the doubtful expression. "I've only had it once before, long time ago. The doctors checked me out. Didn't know what it was, but it's not migraine."

"Still some stress-related thing though, isn't it?"

Link to the story: Griffin