Fic: Haud Awa Hame
A little rushed and short, but I really wanted to come out to play on Burns Night. The title comes from my prompt, 'Wandering Willy'.
Haud Awa Hame
Bodie was just hauling his own chicken supper out of the oven when the sound of swearing, foot-stamping, and a lock-rattling door slam breached the quiet.
"Christ! It's fucking freezin' out there, and I am starving. And if that smell is what I think it is, I may have to marry you. Hello."
So enters Doyle, thought Bodie, amused. Always tended to explode into rooms at the best of times, did Doyle. Never mind when he'd been trapped in a heatless bedsit behind a pair of binoculars for a day and a half and was once again near warmth and hot food. Bodie slid the plate onto the small kitchen table and turned back to get the second one out. Doyle pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and began rubbing his cold hands together.
Bodie eyed the chilled figure with amusement. "Many have tried, my son. Many have tried."
"Yeah? Somehow I doubt that." Doyle's look up was a little still and intense, so Bodie cleared his throat and gestured to the ketchup.
"Waste of a good chip you are. Stop gabbing and start eating."
For the next few minutes Doyle spent his time between chips filling Bodie in on the current case. He stopped for a second to swallow hard and smack his lips.
"Magic, mate. This is hitting the spot like you wouldn't believe."
"It's not quite haggis, but it'll do."
"Eh?"
"Tonight. It's the 25th." Doyle's brow was furrowed. Bodie sighed. "Burns Night, you oik. 'Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie'..."
"I'll give you a Wanderin' Willie in a minute. Thanks, but if it's all the same, I'll pass on the sheep's stomach."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"You've never.."
"Certainly have. And more besides, mate." Which was Bodie's cue to regale his partner with the most revolting food adventures he could manage: scrubbed out intestines, fried sheeps' heads, bats in blood... the piece de resistance seemed to be tied-up testicle soup.
"On my life, Ray. Goats' testicles. A bit crunchy, but ever so.."
Doyle threw his chip down and glared at him. "Guess I'm bloody done with that then."
Mission accomplished, Bodie chuckled and pulled Doyle's plate towards him.
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Author: Callisto
Title: Haud Awa Hame
Genre: pre-slash. ( Was going to be longer, didn't have the time to get them there:))
Disclaimer: Written to keep me warm.
Archive: Not yet.
Haud Awa Hame
Bodie was just hauling his own chicken supper out of the oven when the sound of swearing, foot-stamping, and a lock-rattling door slam breached the quiet.
"Christ! It's fucking freezin' out there, and I am starving. And if that smell is what I think it is, I may have to marry you. Hello."
So enters Doyle, thought Bodie, amused. Always tended to explode into rooms at the best of times, did Doyle. Never mind when he'd been trapped in a heatless bedsit behind a pair of binoculars for a day and a half and was once again near warmth and hot food. Bodie slid the plate onto the small kitchen table and turned back to get the second one out. Doyle pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and began rubbing his cold hands together.
Bodie eyed the chilled figure with amusement. "Many have tried, my son. Many have tried."
"Yeah? Somehow I doubt that." Doyle's look up was a little still and intense, so Bodie cleared his throat and gestured to the ketchup.
"Waste of a good chip you are. Stop gabbing and start eating."
For the next few minutes Doyle spent his time between chips filling Bodie in on the current case. He stopped for a second to swallow hard and smack his lips.
"Magic, mate. This is hitting the spot like you wouldn't believe."
"It's not quite haggis, but it'll do."
"Eh?"
"Tonight. It's the 25th." Doyle's brow was furrowed. Bodie sighed. "Burns Night, you oik. 'Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie'..."
"I'll give you a Wanderin' Willie in a minute. Thanks, but if it's all the same, I'll pass on the sheep's stomach."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"You've never.."
"Certainly have. And more besides, mate." Which was Bodie's cue to regale his partner with the most revolting food adventures he could manage: scrubbed out intestines, fried sheeps' heads, bats in blood... the piece de resistance seemed to be tied-up testicle soup.
"On my life, Ray. Goats' testicles. A bit crunchy, but ever so.."
Doyle threw his chip down and glared at him. "Guess I'm bloody done with that then."
Mission accomplished, Bodie chuckled and pulled Doyle's plate towards him.
*******
Author: Callisto
Title: Haud Awa Hame
Genre: pre-slash. ( Was going to be longer, didn't have the time to get them there:))
Disclaimer: Written to keep me warm.
Archive: Not yet.