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Fiction. Chained and Moving Forward

Title: Chained
Author: Darby Brennan
Format: Quadruple drabble
Hatstand Archive: No thank you
Circuit Archive: No thank you
Pros-Lib: No thank you
Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Summary: Set during an Alternate Reality Hunter Hunted. Preston is holding Doyle captive, and it's down to Bodie to rescue is partner.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I simply borrow them from time to time.
Author's Note: This was written as a comment fic for doylebaby, who asked for this scenario.



He could see him.

Preston had chained him to the crates and was tormenting him with near misses.

As good as Doyle was, there was nothing he could do. He was caught. It was down to Bodie now.

Cowley had ordered caution. Well to hell with that. Caution might cost Doyle his life, and that'd mean that Bodie would be alone.

Alone at work.

Alone at play.

Alone at home.

He'd been alone too often in his life; usually by choice. But once he'd been partnered with the scruffy, sarcy ex-detective, he knew he couldn't be alone again. Not in his professional or his personal life.

"I'm coming, sunshine," he muttered. "Won't let him kill you. Can't."

He moved neared, wincing and tightening his grip on his gun as Preston sent a bullet into the wood next to Doyle's left ear. It had been close. So close. Too close.

Any closer and . . . 

Any closer and . . .

But Bodie wasn't going to think about that.

Taking care, moving with the kind of stealth that only the jungle can teach you, Bodie closed in on his prey. Closed in on the hunter. Soon, very soon now, the hunter would be the hunted.

It would only take a few more moments. He just hoped Doyle had a few more moments.

He hoped that Preston didn't suddenly turn round, because now he was exposed, out in the open. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go.

He reckoned he'd have one chance to kill the bastard. One and only one.

He had to make his shot a good one. A kill shot. Because he wouldn't get a second chance. He wouldn't get a second chance to save his partner. His friend. His lover.

Then suddenly he saw it. And he knew. Preston was about to go for his own kill shot. Bodie didn't know how he knew, but he did. He knew in the way a huntsman knows. Instinct? Experience? Whatever, he knew.

"Preston!" he yelled, with no thought for his own safely. His own life.

It worked. Preston whirled around and fired. One, two, three, four times.

Bodie answered the fire. One shot. Two.

His were accurate. His found their target.

Preston fell to the ground. His gun clattered beside him.

Pausing only long enough to kick the gun away, Bodie ran to Doyle's side.

Doyle's side. Where he belonged. The only place he wasn't alone.





Title: Moving Forward
Author: Darby Brennan
Format: Quintuple drabble
Hatstand Archive: No thank you
Circuit Archive: No thank you
Pros-Lib: No thank you
Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Summary: A sequel to Chained. Set after an Alternate Reality Hunter Hunted. Doyle gets Bodie back home and lets him know what he thought of his antics.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I simply borrow them from time to time.
Author's Note: This was written as a comment fic for probodie, who asked for 'up against the wall'.



"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" Doyle snarled. He grabbed Bodie by this shirtfront, swung him around and pushed him up against the wall.

For a moment Bodie was too stunned to answer.

It wasn't Doyle's fury that made him speechless, but the fact that his partner, his lighter, shorter partner, had flung him against the wall so violently. Doyle was a damn good fighter, but not only was Bodie over a stone heavier than him, he'd been trained in ways that Doyle couldn't even, wouldn't even want to, conceive. No way should Doyle have lifted him off his feet in the way he'd done so.

He tried to placate Doyle. "Ray mate," he said, putting his hands up palms out.

"Don't 'Ray mate' me. Tell me what you were playing at." The green eyes were hard and unyielding as they glared at Bodie.

"Rescuing you, you daft sod. What did you think I was doing?"

"How about trying to get yourself killed."

"What?"

"Bodie you came charging in there like a -" Doyle broke off, let go of Bodie and raked his hand through his curls. "You didn't think, Bodie. But then you never do, do you? Fools and angels, Bodie, sums you up."

"That's not fair."

"Isn't it? Sometimes wonder, Bodie. I really do."

"Why are you so angry, Ray?" Bodie asked softly. "You're alive. I'm alive. We're alive. And Preston's dead."

"I know that. But it could have been you." Doyle's voice became harsh, in the way it always did when he was trying not to cry. "Damn it, Bodie, we agreed. When we became lovers, we agreed that it wouldn't interfere with the job. We promised Cowley. Swore nothing would be different."

"And it isn't." Bodie kept his voice soft. He put his hands on Doyle's shoulders. "Nothing's changed, sunshine. Would have done what I did even if we hadn't been sleeping together. Come on, you know that. You're my partner."

Doyle stared at him, the green gaze becoming less frozen. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, his voice finally quietening.

With a swift but gentle move, Bodie turned the tables on his lover, and in seconds had Doyle pressed against the wall as he plundered the mouth that opened for him.

"Could have lost you, Bodie," Doyle said, when they broke the kiss in order to breathe. "Could have lost you," he repeated. He wrapped his arms around Bodie and pulled him closer to him, pressing his body against him and moving, leaving Bodie in no doubt as to how aroused he was.

Bodie shook his head. "Nah. Never going to happen, Ray. You and me, we're forever. Eternal, if you like."

"You soppy fool." But the tone of Doyle's voice said so much more. It said what neither of them, at least not in the other's hearing, had said yet.

"But you love me anyway, don't you?" Bodie said teasingly.

Doyle's reply was to kiss him passionately again.

Tags: fic 2006/2007
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