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12 October 2009 | 16:32
mood: exhaustedexhausted
posted by: robeau in the_safehouse

Title: Deep Well
Author: Ice Bear
Format: short fic
Circuit Archive/Pros-Lib: Yes
Slash/Gen: Slash
Pairing: B/D
Summary: Bodie's undercover goes terribly wrong.

Disclaimer: All things related to The Professionals belong to others. I borrow them now and again for my own entertainment.

Author's note: Many thanks for Kat for taking a look, reminding me to bone up on my Brit spellings, forcing me to finally learn how to use italics on LJ, and being a kind but strict beta.

It hurt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in this much pain. And what were the odds that anyone would find him. Hell, he hadn’t been able to meet his contact for three days which meant they had no way of knowing he was even in trouble. So there was no point in holding out any hope they’d find him in time.

The man he was working for had shown up with a new player this morning. And it was just his kind of luck that the man recognized him from the cosy two days they’d spent together in a CI5 interrogation room a couple of years back. He’d done the only thing he could and taken out two of them before running. Unfortunately, the crumbling farmhouse they’d chosen as their meeting place was set in the middle of acres of open field. He’d offered up a short blessing to his partner for all the early mornings he’d dragged him out of bed to run, and he ran as though his life depended on it – which it did. He’d been doing well, pulling away from his pursuers while drawing closer to the cover the woods would provide when the ground gave way.

Hell of a way to go. Here he was lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of an old well. Anything not broken he figured probably wasn’t necessary anyway. Ray was going to kill him. The chuckle that thought raised was short lived as it was hard enough work just to breathe, let alone do anything else. “Sorry, Sunshine.”

He could close his eyes and let go. That was probably his best course of action, but his bulldog of a partner would be looking for him and wouldn’t give up until he’d found him. And that could take days, given that they didn’t even have a starting point. And by the time they figured it out, he’d be long dead. Still, if their situations were reversed, he’d expect his partner to tough it out as long as he could, and he owed the man nothing less than his best. “Hurry, Ray.”

Night fell and the cold settled in. It made him long for the heat of Africa: he would welcome the blazing sun he’d routinely cursed during his time in that country. But it wasn’t Africa he wanted to think about. He had closed out that chapter of his life years ago. And warmth; bone deep warmth was only found in the big bed in the second story flat snuggled under the blue duvet with his lover after a shared soak and a glass or two of whisky. Warmth was holding and being held; it was whispering nonsense back and forth as they waited for sleep to claim them.

He was disgusted when his stomach grumbled. Doyle would no doubt let out that dirty, deep throated chuckle when he heard this one. Stuck in a well; body broken; no hope of rescue; and here he was hungry. His partner would remind him he was a bottomless pit. Ray’s cooking could always fill him up, though – spaghetti with the sauce slightly different each time as his Ray liked to experiment; a Christmas dinner fit for the Queen herself; Sunday breakfast, if they had the day off, with eggs and toast and bacon…good coffee and the paper spread between them on the bed. They would take their time reading it, exchanging section as they sat shoulders touching.

He could see the stars. Funny that. He lay so deep in the well that sunlight couldn’t penetrate, yet he could still see the stars. It reminded him of a night or two they’d spent on Jack Craine's survival courses; the ones where they dropped you off with your wits and your partner, a canteen, a compass and a jackknife. They’d had fun – oh, it was difficult slogging, after all Craine was trying to make them into hard men - but compared to Africa and the SAS, he’d always considered it a bit of a lark.

Still Ray took it seriously, so he did, too. He’d enjoyed being able to teach his mate survival skills you didn’t learn on the mean streets of London. And they would lie together in whatever cover they could find; nosh on the nuts and berries they’d gathered on their trek, and enjoy Mother Nature’s light show. After he’d pointed out several stars on their first such exercise, Ray, in his offhanded way, expressed an interest in learning about them, so he’d taken on the role of teacher. And he couldn’t have wished for a more adept pupil. He liked to think his golly learned so quickly because of the reward system he employed – a kiss for every right answer. The other lads had always wondered why they showed up all smiles at the end of those sessions. Anson, in particular, would go crazy when he staggered in and found them looking hale and hearty and sharing a joke.

It must be daytime given the cloud covered sky above. He couldn’t feel much of anything, and had no idea how long he’d been down here. He realised he was fading despite his best efforts. Cowley’s voice, angry and belligerent, began berating him: “I only hire the best, or did you forget that, laddie. And I don’t make mistakes so you, 3-7, had best be prepared to tough this out. You’ve been in far worse spots before and you, more than any man on this squad, have the training to handle the situation.

“I trust you aren’t under any delusions that your little adventure will get you out of doing that pile of reports waiting on your desk. Didn’t think I noticed you headed out without finishing them, did you, 3-7? I thought not. You hold on, Bodie. Consider it an order.

“Yes, sir.”

He needed to…he heard a voice, faint but excited. He’d have sworn it was his Ray, but it was more likely wishful thinking on his part. There it was again. Well, the man was nothing if not persistent, even in his imaginative it seemed.

“Easy, Sunshine. Just stay still, and let me take a look. You with me, Bodie?”

The end must be near if he were hallucinating that Ray was in the well with him. Though it wouldn’t be so hard to let go with his partner, face streaked with dirt and worn jeans torn, beside him. At least he’d have the chance to say goodbye.

“Don’t you dare, you bastard! I didn’t scour half the bloody countryside only to lose you now. You hear me, Bodie? You stay with me. The only place you’re going is out of this well and to hospital. Got that?

“The Cow’s less than pleased with this disappearing act of yours. Oh, he’s happy enough to have Stinson and company in hand, but he’s going to demand an explanation for this little side trip. And with your luck he’ll probably dock your holiday leave.”

Excruciating pain jolted through him and he cried out. A warm caress on his cheek stilled him. “Right with you, mate. The lift appears to be out of order, so we’re going to have to get you out the old fashion way. Not to worry, though. Murph’s up top, and he has it all figured out. Lucky for us that lad is a whiz with a rope. And I’m going to make the trip with you. Sunshine, you just have to hang on a bit longer. Hang on for me, Bodie. You promised not to leave me, and I’m holding you to it.”

A kiss. His hallucinations were getting more and more real. It was comforting, in a way, to know that Ray, even if it was all in his head, was with him at the end. It had always been his fear that he would die alone. Leave it to his lover to make sure that didn’t happen.

“I love you, you dumb crud, and I need you. Remember that.” The pain dragged him under.

It hurt, good God it hurt, but at least he wasn’t cold anymore, so that was a bit of an improvement. He would have thought the pain would be gone as well. He wondered if he could move – bloody hell that was a dumb idea. This made no sense, unless…well, his mother had never tired of telling him he’d go to hell, and maybe she’d finally gotten her wish.

There was a soft voice and he needed to find it. He needed someone to explain what was going on. It might help if he opened his eyes; at least that would help pinpoint his actual location. Who knew eyelids weighed so much?


He snapped his eyes closed. No! This was wrong, all wrong. Ray shouldn’t be here – he was one of the good ones. Something was terribly wrong, but he had no idea how to fix it.

“Easy, luv, easy. You’re going to be alright. Found you just in time. Doctor says a couple of day’s here, and then Father’s arranged to chopper you back to London.

“Going to take a while, but they tell me you’ll mend. Had me bloody scared, Bodie. Found Stinson and company, and they wouldn’t tell us where you were. Next time, I’d really appreciate it if you could be a bit more considerate and leave a trail of bread crumbs for me to follow.”


“Right here, mate. You’re at St. Thomas’ and its’ Thursday. We figure you spent about three, three and a half days in that well…going to let you in on a little secret.” He leaned close and with a shaking hand brushed lightly through the short hair. “Missed you, Bodie. Though if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“You were with me.”


Seeing the confusion and more than a hint of concern in the green eyes, he knew he had to try and explain. “Were in me head, me heart. Had to hang on ‘cause I knew you’d find me. You wouldn’t let me go.”

“No, I wouldn’t, and I never will.”

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Comments {7}


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from: mrs_sweetpeach
date: 12 October 2009 20:59 (UTC)

That's very nice. And it must be terrific to be loved that much. Bodie's a very lucky man.

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from: robeau
date: 12 October 2009 23:09 (UTC)

You are far too kind but really good for my ego!

You're lucky your mum let you in on the pros secret. There are so many amazing writers out there and you are going to have a grand time discovering them all. I know that I have.

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from: ci5mates
date: 13 October 2009 06:38 (UTC)

I really enjoyed reading this, poor Bodie, forever suffering but Doyle pulled him through and I liked being in his head while he waited for his rescuer! :-)

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from: constant_muse
date: 13 October 2009 09:09 (UTC)

Really relished this, thanks. The lads are very in character. Poor Bodie must have spent a lot of those 3 days unconscious, I like the way it comes through as just snatches of conscious thought with less and less sense of time.

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from: biani
date: 13 October 2009 14:14 (UTC)

You´re a master in writing Bodie h/c, my favourite genre in Pros and each new story of yours makes me beam with joy. Thank you!

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from: robeau
date: 13 October 2009 22:11 (UTC)

You are too kind but my ego thanks you! It really isn't very nice of me to keep hurting Bodie, but I simply can't help myself.

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from: inlovewithboth
date: 27 October 2009 22:23 (UTC)

This is a lovely story, just what I needed, thank you. Poor Bodie. Sniff.

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