Weekly Obbo 327: Homeward Bound
Title: Homeward Bound
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Doyle/Bodie
Rating: everyone
Word count: 282
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Note: Homeward Bound - by Simon and Garfunkel
Doyle’d spent a pleasant half hour sitting outside the cafe, coffee in hand, listening as a group of young street performers entertained passers-by. But he’d delayed long enough. He had someplace else he was obliged to be.
Homeward bound, Home, where my thought's escaping…
As he walked towards his destination, the words from the busker’s song played over and over in his head and he found himself humming the tune. Home. That’s where he was heading. It was two years ago that he had left London. Badly injured in an op that had gone horribly wrong, certain that it had been his mistake that had cost CI5 two agents and the chance to bust an arms ring wide open, he had been ensnared by guilt. He had shut out all his friends, quit his job and left home. He never stayed in any one place for very long and took whatever work he could find to support himself.
Cowley had finally tracked him down. There had been new evidence found; evidence that there had been a leak in the Ministry. The operation never had a chance to be successful. There was plenty of blame to pass around - but it didn’t fall on his shoulders. Cowley had asked him to come back to CI5, thinking he’d leap at the chance.
But he’d refused.
And then the letter had arrived. A letter asking him to return to London. Just that. No demands for explanations, no anger, no recriminations - only a single, simple line Ray, it’s time to come home.
And Bodie was right. So he was homeward bound - Bodie bound.
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.
He smiled at the thought.
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Doyle/Bodie
Rating: everyone
Word count: 282
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Note: Homeward Bound - by Simon and Garfunkel
Doyle’d spent a pleasant half hour sitting outside the cafe, coffee in hand, listening as a group of young street performers entertained passers-by. But he’d delayed long enough. He had someplace else he was obliged to be.
Homeward bound, Home, where my thought's escaping…
As he walked towards his destination, the words from the busker’s song played over and over in his head and he found himself humming the tune. Home. That’s where he was heading. It was two years ago that he had left London. Badly injured in an op that had gone horribly wrong, certain that it had been his mistake that had cost CI5 two agents and the chance to bust an arms ring wide open, he had been ensnared by guilt. He had shut out all his friends, quit his job and left home. He never stayed in any one place for very long and took whatever work he could find to support himself.
Cowley had finally tracked him down. There had been new evidence found; evidence that there had been a leak in the Ministry. The operation never had a chance to be successful. There was plenty of blame to pass around - but it didn’t fall on his shoulders. Cowley had asked him to come back to CI5, thinking he’d leap at the chance.
But he’d refused.
And then the letter had arrived. A letter asking him to return to London. Just that. No demands for explanations, no anger, no recriminations - only a single, simple line Ray, it’s time to come home.
And Bodie was right. So he was homeward bound - Bodie bound.
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.
He smiled at the thought.