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22 January 2006 | 18:13
posted by: byslantedlight in the_safehouse

Title: The Ride
Author: Slantedlight
Format: Ficlet
Hatstand Archive/Circuit Archive/Pros-Lib: Yes
Slash/Gen: Slash
Summary: Doyle escapes to think.
Disclaimer: Bodie and Doyle are owned by other than me, I am merely spending time with them and will put them back afterwards.
Notes: Written for the chicken and egg Safehouse challenge way back in October 2005 - my prompts were Doyle and a motorbike. Thanks to shooting2kill and przed for excellent beta-ing.

The Ride
by Slantedlight

post Wild Justice

The dark rushed past him, wrapped him, swallowed him whole. The roar of the bike under him was loud. There was no sight, no sound but the dark.

“You wreck my bike, I'll burn your rubber duck”.
“Aren't we going to stay and watch him? Cheer him on?”
“You want to watch these clowns? Not me.”
“Is it really dangerous, what they're going to do?”
“Depends who's riding the bikes.”
“Is it dangerous?”


‘Course it was dangerous. Everything was dangerous. Dangerous to go so fast, to push so hard. To rush screaming into the night. Why’d they done it? Too fast, too fast, too fast. The tyres were gonna slide right out from under them, road merciless. Nothing he could do to keep them straight now.

Hot flesh on hot flesh. Anger become desperation.
“Why’d you do it, mate?” Holding him to the wall, forearm across his throat.
Eyes steady into his. Deep. Blue.
“Christ, Bodie, why wouldn’t you talk to me?”
Gentle hands raising his arms above them both until he collapsed, leaning on him then, length to length.
Lips to lips.
No coming back from this.


The world was a blur around him. There were stars overhead. No lights here. Just the beam from his own headlamp, wavering through the night air. Blunted in the occasional patch of vapour.

“Where's Bodie?”
“Who cares?”
“You were meant to keep an eye on him.”
“Yeah, that was before I found out what he was up to. My eyes got tired.”


Not a very strong light. Not steady. He crossed the hard shoulder once or twice, rumble strip reverberating beneath him. Important to stay awake. Keep his eyes open.

“Ah, a little help from my friends, eh?”
“Oh, no, no, no. Any trouble you get into, mate, you're on your own.”
Hadn’t known there’d be trouble. Not real trouble. Wouldn’t have left him if he’d known. Promise, sunshine, wouldn’t have left you.


White lines flashing underneath him. Not separate at this speed, blurred together, impossible that one ended and the next began.

He’d left him on his own. No use demanding to know what was wrong afterwards. Should have faced him down before that. Why hadn’t he? Why hadn’t he known? Not been the same since he met her. But he survived losing her. Now it was different. What if it happened again? He couldn’t stand it to happen again. He couldn’t stand it if Bodie walked away from him.

Orange neon pouring down suddenly. A break in the central reservation. A forbidden turn. Gunned the engine back up and screamed down the motorway.

Right. Don’t slow down then. Everything shakes when you slow down. Separates. Let the road blur and the lights blaze, and the stars become streaks. Go.

The dark rushed past him, wrapped him, swallowed him whole.

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empty_mirrors

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from: empty_mirrors
date: 22 January 2006 20:02 (UTC)
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Intense. Like tha muchly. Thank you.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 24 January 2006 06:30 (UTC)
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Glad you did! You're welcome : )

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Blood Dragon

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from: dragonmuse
date: 22 January 2006 20:10 (UTC)
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Doyle and a motorbike. It's a beautiful picture. And I loved this. The descriptions are just amazing -- they convey so much, and it's so subtle at times, too. Like the dark, there are depths you can only imagine and guess at.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 24 January 2006 06:31 (UTC)
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Doyle and a motorbike. It's a beautiful picture.
Isn't it though? I love the motorbike-y bits! So glad you liked the fic - thanks so much for commenting.

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from: metabolick
date: 22 January 2006 20:50 (UTC)
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Nice analogy of Doyle/bike and his relationship with the road and with Bodie. A dangerous time indeed.

I like this part: Important to stay awake. Keep his eyes open.

Yes, Ray, it's easy to be mesmerized by the road and by Bodie, isn't it?

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 24 January 2006 06:33 (UTC)
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The lads are terribly mesmeric, aren't they *g*
Excellent icon!

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from: metabolick
date: 24 January 2006 21:27 (UTC)
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I thought the icon was perfect for your story.

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kiwisue

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from: kiwisue
date: 22 January 2006 21:50 (UTC)
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Very nice imagery and insight. Thank you.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 24 January 2006 06:33 (UTC)
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You're very welcome - thank you!

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Thoraa

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from: thoraarwin
date: 22 January 2006 22:36 (UTC)
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You've definitely got a way with words. Lovely visuals.

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byslantedlight

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from: byslantedlight
date: 24 January 2006 06:34 (UTC)
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Thank you so much! I loved writing this one...

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