Title: 1sentence set Alpha
Author: TeaSpoon
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: PG13/R?
Warnings: Vague mention of sex
Sentences: 50
Originally Posted: November 2007
Summary: 50 sentences to explore Bodie and Doyle's relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue
#01 - Comfort
He had never been taught, never been told; yet somehow Bodie knew when he was needed and when to leave him alone.
#02 - Kiss
They savoured each kiss, even the quick ones stolen in the corridors of CI5, because they could never know if it would be their last.
#03 - Soft
Doyle’s bed always seems so much softer than his own, so he makes as many excuses to end up there as possible.
#04 – Pain
Pain was all too common in their line of work; but thankfully wasn’t all there was, Bodie thought as Doyle wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him, limping, back to the car.
#05 - Potatoes
Doyle could only frown in disapproval as Bodie picked up the newspaper-wrapped chips from the counter, opened the package, and raised a steaming chip to his mouth, smiling wickedly.
#06 - Rain
It never rains, but it pours; but Doyle knows that it’s needed to clear the air and that the sun will shine brighter than ever the next day.
#07 - Chocolate
Doyle, with his couscous and vitamins, never struck Bodie as a chocolate person, but he certainly doesn’t complain about it.
#08 - Happiness
A couple of days properly off once in a while, a pay rise (even a small one would do); Doyle knows either would make him happy, but when Bodie gives him that smile and tugs at the front of his jacket they pale in comparison.
#09 - Telephone
Doyle doesn’t like telephones; they’re too easily bugged, too easily rigged with explosives, and put up too much of a barrier (he can’t bear to hear Bodie’s voice but remain blind).
#10 - Ears
In the beginning they bonded over the strangest things: it started with a joke over Cowley’s ears.
#11 - Name
Ray doesn’t know why Bodie doesn’t use his first name, why he scolds him if he does.
#12 - Sensual
A hand, warm and protective on the small of his back, was enough to send shivers up his spine.
#13 - Death
Their time that week seems completely taken up by funerals, and at every one Bodie can’t help but think how close he’s come several times.
#14 - Sex
The sex was fantastic, but what surprised Bodie was that he knew it wasn’t everything.
#15 - Touch
A hand on his cheek and a small smile makes his yell die to a whisper, “What if I’d missed?”
#16 - Weakness
He’s seen a lot in a few short years: wars fought in jungles and deserts and city streets, and he has only just realised that his only real weakness is the man that walks beside him every day.
#17 - Tears
He had to admit to being a little unmanly when Doyle opened his eyes and smiled up at him, mumbling “I need to pick up my laundry.”
#18 - Speed
The grin on Doyle’s face as he tears round the corner makes sure Bodie can’t help but smile as he holds on tight to the car door.
#19 - Wind
This time he’s determined to ignore the wind, no matter how much he wants to follow it.
#20 - Freedom
It’s ironic, he thinks, that in fighting every day for everyone else’s freedom their own must be so seriously restricted.
#21 - Life
Lives taken for lives to be saved; their day-job always strikes Doyle as a bit of a contradiction.
#22 – Jealousy
It’s nothing, he tells himself, but when Bodie’s laughing with a hand on Murphy’s shoulder he finds it impossible not to intervene.
#23 - Hands
He can’t help himself staring at Doyle’s hands while he paints bright, beautiful colours over the canvas, can’t help wondering how those hands can pick up a gun and use it with the same skill, but nowhere near the same beauty.
#24 - Taste
Sometimes Bodie can hardly believe how easily Doyle seems to pick up women, dressed like that.
#25 - Devotion
He’ll never have a normal life, he knows, but as long as they’ve got each other he’s sure they’ll be fine.
#26 - Forever
They never have long before the next phone call, the next buzz of static on the RT, the next bullet that might for once hit its target; but that doesn’t mean a thing.
#27 - Blood
“I’ve almost got used to it,” Doyle’s voice shakes along with his gun as he looks down at the body, the white t-shirt soaked red.
#28 – Sickness
He can’t ever remember being ill, but he knew that’s what Cowley would call them if he found out.
#29 - Melody
Bodie likes to think that he’s good with a guitar and Doyle will never confess that he thinks so, too.
#30 - Star
Marikka had been a star and had fallen so dramatically that even Doyle’s best attempts couldn’t soothe a broken heart.
#31 - Home
CI5 is the closest he’s ever had to a home: he finds that somewhat depressing and at once uplifting as the break room fills with voices and laughter and cigarette smoke.
#32 - Confusion
It’s all shouting voices and gunfire roaring around them, his attention drawn in a hundred different directions so that he doesn’t see the blow coming and only knows about it when he wakes up with Doyle hovering over him, concern plain on his face.
#33 - Fear
Every touch, every kiss, is laced with that one thought: “What if someone finds out?”
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
The explosion lights up the night sky, the roar deafening as they duck behind the wall and Doyle knows there will be another widow to visit tomorrow.
#35 - Bonds
His wrists are still marked, the skin and his pride still bruised and tender, and so he can’t help but snap at Bodie’s fussing as they get into the Capri.
#36 - Market
He could hardly keep a straight face whenever he saw Ray in that hideous yellow jacket.
#37 - Technology
Doyle smirked behind the suspects’ photographs in his hand as Bodie swore and Betty rushed over to shoo him away from the new computers.
#38 - Gift
It’s an embarrassing affair for both men the first time Doyle buys him a Christmas present without leaving enough time for him to run to the shops.
#39 - Smile
Sometimes Bodie never seems to stop smiling, others he always frowns: Doyle says it gives him an air of mystery.
#40 - Innocence
He could have been a painter, a writer; all manner of things had he not lost his innocence so long ago.
#41 - Completion
As Doyle slammed the file shut on another mountain of paperwork Bodie tried to ignore the smirk on his partner’s face as he struggled on to completion of the six-month old case the Cow had so graciously assigned him.
#42 - Clouds
It clouds judgement, affects decisions, gets people killed: but no matter what he tried to tell himself in the beginning, nothing ever sunk in.
#43 - Sky
The only thing Bodie could look at properly the first time they kissed was the sky, but the reward of seeing Ray’s face afterwards was worth it.
#44 - Heaven
He didn’t need a bullet to help him find heaven, when it was at his side every day.
#45 - Hell
The roar of gunfire, the thunder of explosions and the almost unbearable heat accompanying them- all these he can handle, but when Ray gets into one of his moods he might as well be in hell.
#46 - Sun
His heart skips as he sees Doyle emerge from the crowd, “Hello Sunshine!”
#47 - Moon
Bodie catches him looking up at the full moon one night and says, simply, “It’s yours.”
#48 - Waves
His anger comes in waves, building and building in force until they have enough power to knock Bodie off his feet; but he manages to stay afloat until the storm passes.
#49 - Hair
Doyle’s hair has always been a source of humour for most of the team, so Bodie always finds it difficult to admit he likes it.
#50 – Supernova
He closes his eyes, tips his head back, feels Doyle’s teeth grazing his throat, and is completely overwhelmed.
Author: TeaSpoon
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: PG13/R?
Warnings: Vague mention of sex
Sentences: 50
Originally Posted: November 2007
Summary: 50 sentences to explore Bodie and Doyle's relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue
He had never been taught, never been told; yet somehow Bodie knew when he was needed and when to leave him alone.
They savoured each kiss, even the quick ones stolen in the corridors of CI5, because they could never know if it would be their last.
Doyle’s bed always seems so much softer than his own, so he makes as many excuses to end up there as possible.
Pain was all too common in their line of work; but thankfully wasn’t all there was, Bodie thought as Doyle wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him, limping, back to the car.
Doyle could only frown in disapproval as Bodie picked up the newspaper-wrapped chips from the counter, opened the package, and raised a steaming chip to his mouth, smiling wickedly.
It never rains, but it pours; but Doyle knows that it’s needed to clear the air and that the sun will shine brighter than ever the next day.
Doyle, with his couscous and vitamins, never struck Bodie as a chocolate person, but he certainly doesn’t complain about it.
A couple of days properly off once in a while, a pay rise (even a small one would do); Doyle knows either would make him happy, but when Bodie gives him that smile and tugs at the front of his jacket they pale in comparison.
Doyle doesn’t like telephones; they’re too easily bugged, too easily rigged with explosives, and put up too much of a barrier (he can’t bear to hear Bodie’s voice but remain blind).
In the beginning they bonded over the strangest things: it started with a joke over Cowley’s ears.
Ray doesn’t know why Bodie doesn’t use his first name, why he scolds him if he does.
A hand, warm and protective on the small of his back, was enough to send shivers up his spine.
Their time that week seems completely taken up by funerals, and at every one Bodie can’t help but think how close he’s come several times.
The sex was fantastic, but what surprised Bodie was that he knew it wasn’t everything.
A hand on his cheek and a small smile makes his yell die to a whisper, “What if I’d missed?”
He’s seen a lot in a few short years: wars fought in jungles and deserts and city streets, and he has only just realised that his only real weakness is the man that walks beside him every day.
He had to admit to being a little unmanly when Doyle opened his eyes and smiled up at him, mumbling “I need to pick up my laundry.”
The grin on Doyle’s face as he tears round the corner makes sure Bodie can’t help but smile as he holds on tight to the car door.
This time he’s determined to ignore the wind, no matter how much he wants to follow it.
It’s ironic, he thinks, that in fighting every day for everyone else’s freedom their own must be so seriously restricted.
Lives taken for lives to be saved; their day-job always strikes Doyle as a bit of a contradiction.
It’s nothing, he tells himself, but when Bodie’s laughing with a hand on Murphy’s shoulder he finds it impossible not to intervene.
He can’t help himself staring at Doyle’s hands while he paints bright, beautiful colours over the canvas, can’t help wondering how those hands can pick up a gun and use it with the same skill, but nowhere near the same beauty.
Sometimes Bodie can hardly believe how easily Doyle seems to pick up women, dressed like that.
He’ll never have a normal life, he knows, but as long as they’ve got each other he’s sure they’ll be fine.
They never have long before the next phone call, the next buzz of static on the RT, the next bullet that might for once hit its target; but that doesn’t mean a thing.
“I’ve almost got used to it,” Doyle’s voice shakes along with his gun as he looks down at the body, the white t-shirt soaked red.
He can’t ever remember being ill, but he knew that’s what Cowley would call them if he found out.
Bodie likes to think that he’s good with a guitar and Doyle will never confess that he thinks so, too.
Marikka had been a star and had fallen so dramatically that even Doyle’s best attempts couldn’t soothe a broken heart.
CI5 is the closest he’s ever had to a home: he finds that somewhat depressing and at once uplifting as the break room fills with voices and laughter and cigarette smoke.
It’s all shouting voices and gunfire roaring around them, his attention drawn in a hundred different directions so that he doesn’t see the blow coming and only knows about it when he wakes up with Doyle hovering over him, concern plain on his face.
Every touch, every kiss, is laced with that one thought: “What if someone finds out?”
The explosion lights up the night sky, the roar deafening as they duck behind the wall and Doyle knows there will be another widow to visit tomorrow.
His wrists are still marked, the skin and his pride still bruised and tender, and so he can’t help but snap at Bodie’s fussing as they get into the Capri.
He could hardly keep a straight face whenever he saw Ray in that hideous yellow jacket.
Doyle smirked behind the suspects’ photographs in his hand as Bodie swore and Betty rushed over to shoo him away from the new computers.
It’s an embarrassing affair for both men the first time Doyle buys him a Christmas present without leaving enough time for him to run to the shops.
Sometimes Bodie never seems to stop smiling, others he always frowns: Doyle says it gives him an air of mystery.
He could have been a painter, a writer; all manner of things had he not lost his innocence so long ago.
As Doyle slammed the file shut on another mountain of paperwork Bodie tried to ignore the smirk on his partner’s face as he struggled on to completion of the six-month old case the Cow had so graciously assigned him.
It clouds judgement, affects decisions, gets people killed: but no matter what he tried to tell himself in the beginning, nothing ever sunk in.
The only thing Bodie could look at properly the first time they kissed was the sky, but the reward of seeing Ray’s face afterwards was worth it.
He didn’t need a bullet to help him find heaven, when it was at his side every day.
The roar of gunfire, the thunder of explosions and the almost unbearable heat accompanying them- all these he can handle, but when Ray gets into one of his moods he might as well be in hell.
His heart skips as he sees Doyle emerge from the crowd, “Hello Sunshine!”
Bodie catches him looking up at the full moon one night and says, simply, “It’s yours.”
His anger comes in waves, building and building in force until they have enough power to knock Bodie off his feet; but he manages to stay afloat until the storm passes.
Doyle’s hair has always been a source of humour for most of the team, so Bodie always finds it difficult to admit he likes it.
He closes his eyes, tips his head back, feels Doyle’s teeth grazing his throat, and is completely overwhelmed.
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