NS: Oriented is Not a City in Asia

Sep 07, 2011 08:38

Oriented is Not a City in Asia
By Dawnwind

Written for the Tea and Swissroll twenty minute challenge. The prompts were road and expose, but for some reason I'd gotten speed in my head, so when I rolled out of bed to write at 7am, neglected to recheck the prompts.

"What's the air speed velocity of an African Sparrow?" Bodie asked, poking Doyle rudely in the ribs.

"Wha…" The last thing Doyle wanted to think about was damned sparrows, African or otherwise. The question sounded familiar but he wasn't playing on all cylinders. His head hurt! "How the bloody hell should I know? That's not what the nurses would ask." He peered irritably at Bodie and turned his face back to the wall, resting his pounding head on one arm.

"Can't go into hospital just now." Bodie gestured at their subterranean prison with a rueful smile. "Thought I should do the next best thing to keep you awake."

"It's making sure the patient is oriented, you berk!" Doyle retorted. "Not asking…" It came to him at last, Life of Brian. "Misquoting Monty Python."

"Shows you know the answer." Bodie scooted up against the cold stone wall, his face a pale disc in the dim chamber.

"I don't know the answer!" Doyle shouted and his head just throbbed for a moment, silencing them both.

"What's your name?" he asked. "Which is, by the way, a line from the movie as well."

"Name's Raymond Doyle, we're in a bloody basement and it's my birthday, now will you let me sleep?"

"Have to wake you again in two hours, just the same," Bodie pointed out with aggravating rationality.

"Do yourself a favor and don't!" Doyle sighed.

"Can I give you a kiss first?" Bodie put one hand on Doyle's arm, gentle and sweet. "For your birthday-not out of sympathy, concern or any of that twaddle."

"Yeah, all right." Doyle saw Bodie's face come close to his, and he pursed his lips to meet his lover's. It was very, very nice. Didn't do a single bit of good for his lousy head. Damned captors tossing him down the stairwell first, so that he hit his head on flagstones. Bodie'd tumbled after him, and Doyle had broken his fall. "That the extent of your medical training, then? Kissing and making it better?" he asked just to wind up his partner.

"I could go back to quoting Monty Python," Bodie murmured, licking his lips.

"I'm not dead yet!" Doyle squeaked in a pepper-pot voice and giggled. It hurt his head, but he didn't care. It was either laugh or give in.

Bodie laughed so hard he snorted. "How long do you reckon we've got before Murphy and that lot get on the road?" he gasped between chuckled.

"Twenty minutes or so?"

"Another kiss, then, since there's no birthday cake," Bodie kissed him, humming "Always look on the bright side of life…"

"Da-dum," Doyle finished.

twenty minute challeng, professionals fic

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