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Challenge Fic: Rage and Fury

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5 October 2005 | 10:48
posted by: przed in the_safehouse

Title: Rage and Fury
Author: P.R. Zed
Hatstand/Circuit Archives/Pros-Lib: Yes
Slash/Gen: Slash
Disclaimer: Someone else owns Bodie and Doyle; I just use them for my own nefarious purposes.
Notes: For the most recent quote challenge. My quote: "You and whose army, mate."


"Doyle!"

The stupid git went tearing out of the Cow's office as if all the fiends of hell were behind him instead of his partner.

"Doyle!"

"Go to hell, Bodie," he yelled, not even bothering to look back over his shoulder. "And you can tell the Cow to follow right after you." He broke into a run, his long legs carrying him down the stairs and away from me.

I looked after him with a sigh, and then started running myself. I finally caught up with him in the car park and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Gerroff," he said, shrugging off my grip. "Lay another hand on me and I'll black both your eyes."

"You and whose army, mate," I said, keeping my voice deliberately calm, even though I wanted nothing better than to yell and scream myself.

Turns out that was precisely the wrong thing to say. Doyle's face screwed up in rage, his green eyes flashing with a fury unleashed. I knew, without a doubt, that he was going to hit me.

He's done it before, of course. The bastard has one hell of a temper and it gets the better of him more times that either of us would like. And I always take it. Good old Bodie isn't supposed to fight back. Good old Bodie is supposed to bear the brunt of Doyle's temper and accept it as his due. And that's what I've always done. I've shouted at him often enough, or brooded if the mood was upon me, but I've never hit back. But right then, good old Bodie was only thinking one thing: bugger this for a lark.

As he pulled back his fist to let me have it, I raised my left hand to block his punch and buried my right fist in his gut. He doubled over, letting out an 'oof' as the air was forced from his lungs, his eyes widening in surprise.

The punch didn't stop him, though, just made him more furious. He drew in a ragged breath and launched himself at me.

Now, I'll give Doyle his due: he's a hell of a fighter. He's fast and he's wiry and he's far tougher than his scrawny frame would suggest. Most blokes go into a fight thinking they'll have him easily, and wind up eating their own teeth. He's that good.

I'm better.

I was trained by the Paras and the Regiment and the wildest, most vicious bastards that ever sold their soldiering skills in Africa. I'm not quite as fast as Doyle, but I outweigh him by at least two stone. And I know him. Know which way he's going to move, know when he'll punch and when he'll kick. Not that he doesn't know me, but get him in a rage like that and he's long ago stopped thinking.

He didn't have a chance.

I blocked every punch he threw and landed a few of my own. And then when he unwisely threw a roundhouse kick at me, I moved in close where he couldn't do any damage and swept his remaining leg out from under him. He went down hard onto the oil-stained concrete and I had him pinned in seconds.

"Are you going to stop this, or am I going to have to take you apart?" I asked, making very sure I had a firm grip on him.

He didn't say anything, just kept up the struggle, trying to find an opening that I wasn't going to give him. Finally, he just went limp under me, and the fire in his eyes died out completely, leaving me staring at cold, dead, jade. And I found something that was infinitely worse than his fury.

"You going to fight if I let go of you?" I asked, suddenly unwilling to keep him pinned like a common street thug we'd run in for information.

Doyle shook his head, and I rolled off him and stood, then offered him a hand. He didn't take it for the longest time, just lay there on the ground, staring at me with those expressionless eyes that still showed too much.

Finally, when I'd nearly given up on him ever moving, he took my hand and pulled himself up. We stood there in the car park, hands firmly clasped together, both looking more at the ground than at each other, until finally I could take the silence no longer.

"Well?" I said. Not too eloquent, but it was all I could manage under the circumstances.

"Well, what, you pillock?" Doyle barked. He shook off my hand, his anger obviously not completely spent.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" Doyle began pacing up and down in front of me.

"You're never going to quit."

"He's re-teaming us Bodie. Splitting us up."

"He's re-teaming everyone. Anson and Susan and all."

"This isn't about everyone else, and you bloody well know it."

"You can't think…"

"He's re-teaming us, Bodie. He as much as told us he knows about us, and then assigned us new partners. You work it out."

"But Cowley'd never…"

"Whatever his personal convictions, Cowley'll do what's needed to preserve CI5. And if that means splitting up a couple of poofters, he'll do it in a heartbeat."

I couldn't argue with that.

"You know what the worst part is, Bodie? You took it. The Cow's blue-eyed boy, and you just stood there and accepted his orders without complaint. 'Yes, sir; no, sir; three bags full sir.'"

"What did you want me to do?" I said, and suddenly I was yelling. "Threaten the canny old bastard?"

"Anything would have been better than nothing. And nothing is what you did."

"I don't know what I can do," I said, hating the helplessness I heard in my own voice.

"We can quit. Get out while we still have our skins. While we're both still alive."

"And do what?"

"Security. Minder jobs. Anything."

"I don't know if I can leave," I said looking down at the ground, trying to imagine a life without CI5. It was almost as difficult as imagining a life without Raymond Bloody Doyle.

"Well, I know I can." He stopped pacing and stood in front of me, close enough that I could smell the spice of his aftershave, could feel the heat of his breath hitting my face. "I have to quit. 'Cause if I stay, I'd have to face every day knowing that someone else is watching your back. And I can't do that, Bodie. It'd fuckin' kill me."

And quick as that, I realized why Ray was right, realized why I had to quit. I could have worked with one of the other lads or lasses—Murph is a good mate, and Susan's always had more balls than half the men on the squad—but I couldn't face knowing that it wouldn't be me guarding the golly's back. Couldn't face that someone else might not get there fast enough when he had another stoppage, that someone else might not find him if he was shot again.

I may be engagingly modest, but I know I'm one of the two best men on the squad, and I only want the best backing Ray up. Because if anything ever happened to him, I'd be more than gutted; I'd be the walking dead.

The knowledge must have shown in my face, because Doyle was right there, his arms holding me in a tight embrace, his voice whispering in my ear. "We have to leave, Bodie."

"Yeah," I said, breathing out the word like a prayer, a benediction. Then my arms wrapped around him and there we were, two tough soon-to-be ex-CI5 agents, holding on tight to each other in the car park, for Cowley and all to see.

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medhbhofthefae

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from: medhbhofthefae
date: 5 October 2005 15:07 (UTC)
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Wow. I hadn't read this before. Just wow.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:43 (UTC)
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Thanks!

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shayheyred

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from: shayheyred
date: 5 October 2005 15:20 (UTC)
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Superb. I especially love the visceral feel of this -- taut muscles, wild punches, the struggle to hold Doyle down. And the pain behind Doyle's fury is very apparent. Great work!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:44 (UTC)
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I do so love writing the wilder side of the lads. With a hint of the tender.

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Enednoviel

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from: enednoviel
date: 5 October 2005 15:48 (UTC)
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Hmmm... wonder why my first comment didn't show up. Okay, I'll try again!
This is brilliant and very touching. Wow!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:45 (UTC)
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Thanks. It was a lot of fun to write.

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SnarkyLlama

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from: llamabitchyo
date: 5 October 2005 16:59 (UTC)
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Very nice!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:45 (UTC)
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Thanks so much.

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the_cornettist

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from: the_cornettist
date: 5 October 2005 17:21 (UTC)
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Wow. Very gripping. VERY well written - I could just feel it, just see it, the emotion, the action - everything.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:46 (UTC)
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Thanks. So glad to hear you could see it all.

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Crimson

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from: crimson_37
date: 5 October 2005 17:36 (UTC)
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Thank you for this. It's very well written, I could feel that ache in Bodie's chest when he realised he had (ever so slightly) broken that fiery spirit - he secretly admires so much.

What choice would they have at the end of the day? Glad Bodie had Ray there to point it out to him.

Thanks again!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:48 (UTC)
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I'm a sucker for showing the cracks in their tough guy exterior. Of course, the tough guy exterior is also fun to write.

Love the icon. V. hot.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 5 October 2005 17:40 (UTC)
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Isn't this just how they fight - and you can hear their voices breaking... My heart's all torn up for them!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:49 (UTC)
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Yay. The fight worked. And yeah, I can just hear both their voices crack on a couple of those line.

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Blood Dragon

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from: dragonmuse
date: 5 October 2005 17:59 (UTC)
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Brilliant. Got me right in the gut, especially when all was revealed as to why Doyle was so angry. And then when Bodie had his revelation. Which, btw, didn't feel at all odd or jolting as I've found with some fics. Lol, maybe I'm just extra critical with things like that, but sometimes revelations seem too staged to me, but this felt right.

Anyway, fantastic story -- I couldn't not comment. Lol, I'm afraid I joined the community before I even got my hands on the DVDs, so I only now feel just about "right" about being able to comment. I know, I'm weird sometimes. :P

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:50 (UTC)
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Thanks. I was initially going to reveal it all a bit sooner, but it just felt right doing it this way. And I'm so glad the revelation worked for you.

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Thoraa

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from: thoraarwin
date: 5 October 2005 19:45 (UTC)
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Could see it all happening before my eyes- great writing!

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:50 (UTC)
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Thanks so much.

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from: anonymous
date: 5 October 2005 20:02 (UTC)
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I completely agree with all the previous comments; very strong and convincing; powerful writing.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:52 (UTC)
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Thanks. Glad to hear you thought it was convincing.

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franciskerst

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from: franciskerst
date: 6 October 2005 07:08 (UTC)
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This annoying anonymous is me! I don't understand why I cannot enter my ID when I use the "Windows" part of my hard drive.

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recycledmedia

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from: recycledmedia
date: 5 October 2005 21:03 (UTC)
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Great story! The visual was running through my mind as I was reading - perfectly plausible! Thanks for writing it.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:52 (UTC)
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Thank so much. Nice to hear it worked on a visual level.

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Justacat

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from: justacat
date: 5 October 2005 21:28 (UTC)
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Oh, I love this, really do ... tough enough, but tender in all the right places. Fantastic fight scene, totally "them" - really, really nice all around.

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 03:53 (UTC)
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So, I'm back on form, then. ;)

I have to thank Fish for this. Her comments planted the seed for this. Then when I got the prompt it all fell in place.

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Justacat

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from: justacat
date: 6 October 2005 04:07 (UTC)
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Back on form, definitely! :-D And do you mean Fish's comments on the vid? Or did she give you others? Either way, it's nice that we're all such enablers... *g*

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 04:17 (UTC)
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Yeah, in her comments to the vid she mentioned wanting to see a story where Bodie takes Doyle apart. That's been playing through my head ever since, and this was the result.

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bistokidsfan

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from: bistokidsfan77
date: 6 October 2005 05:45 (UTC)
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Great fic! Very visceral and intense. The fight was so real, yet you knew that Doyle wasn't really fighting Bodie - the love came through. Nasty Cowley tales aren't usually my cuppa, but it worked well for me.

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franciskerst

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from: franciskerst
date: 6 October 2005 07:15 (UTC)
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I positively love Cowley, but I can understand he would give a try to a change of partners in some special circumstances. I don't think he'd persist for long though, neither the guys in their will to leave...

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P.R. Zed

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from: przed
date: 6 October 2005 10:54 (UTC)
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Thanks. I have to admit that nasty Cowley tales aren't usually my thing either (I like the Cow almost as much as the lads) but it seemed to work for this story.

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