The Professionals fic: Cowley's Angels
Very, very silly Pros fanfic with no redeeming features whatsover *grin*. Will end up on the Pros group website at some point, but until then you can read it here.
Title: Cowley's Angels
Fandom: The Professionals
Author:
rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Big thanks to Sue as usual for the beta!
Summary: Doyle has a theory about the weather...
Cowley's Angels
“I swear this is deliberate,” Doyle growled as he stared out of the window.
Bodie, sprawled on Doyle's sofa, looked over and snorted. “You're just paranoid, mate. Sit down and have a beer and watch the telly.”
Doyle ignored him and tapped a finger on the pane. “The first day we get off in two weeks of solid sunshine and it's bloody raining.”
“Give it a rest.”
“Aw come on, Bodie, you've got to admit it's a hell of a coincidence.”
“Yeah, so, it's raining. It rains you know. Not unheard of.”
“But the first day we have off?” Doyle swivelled around.
Bodie sighed in defeat. “OK, I give in. What are you on about?”
“I just wouldn't be surprised if the Cow had something to do with this.”
"Eh?" Bodie peered at his partner suspiciously. "How much beer did you have before I got here? Are you sloshed, Raymond?"
Doyle tutted and shook his head, curls flicking back and forth. “No, I'm not drunk. I've just been thinking."
"That's an even worse sign, mate. You don't want to be doing that too often." When the other man didn't retort, Bodie tilted his head. "So what are you saying? You think Cowley controls the weather? You think he's God?”
“Well, doesn't it make sense if you think about it?”
Bodie opened his mouth to argue and then paused, looking thoughtful. “You know, I hate to admit it, but you might actually have a point. He does seem to have an uncanny sense of things.”
Doyle nodded triumphantly. “See? I told you.”
“But if Cowley's God, then what does that make us?”
Doyle's forehead wrinkled as he considered the question. “I dunno…er…”
“Angels,” Bodie said with a grin.
“You what?”
“We must be angels.” Bodie was starting to warm to the idea. “Well, look at me. I've got the face of an angel don't I and you…well it would explain the hair wouldn't it?”
“Bodie, you're just being stupid.”
Bodie shrugged. “You started it. By the way, it's stopped raining.”
Doyle turned and looked outside again.
He watched as the dark clouds started to drift off and the sun emerged, chasing the shadows from the streets below as it filled the window light, For a long moment Doyle stood, silhouetted in a halo of golden sunlight, face bathed in the mellow glow of the afternoon sun.
And then the phone rang.
Doyle snapped around and watched Bodie pick up the receiver.
“Hello…uh-huh…right, right away, sir.”
Bodie laid the receiver gently back on the cradle and slowly looked up at Doyle, eyes twinkling. “Get your coat, Gabriel, we've been summoned.”
“Very funny,” Doyle grumbled, grabbing his jacket and following his partner to the door. “I told you he does it deliberately.”
“Yeah, sunshine, I believe you. Now let's go, God's waiting.”
Title: Cowley's Angels
Fandom: The Professionals
Author:
rospberry
Characters/Pairing: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Big thanks to Sue as usual for the beta!
Summary: Doyle has a theory about the weather...
Cowley's Angels
“I swear this is deliberate,” Doyle growled as he stared out of the window.
Bodie, sprawled on Doyle's sofa, looked over and snorted. “You're just paranoid, mate. Sit down and have a beer and watch the telly.”
Doyle ignored him and tapped a finger on the pane. “The first day we get off in two weeks of solid sunshine and it's bloody raining.”
“Give it a rest.”
“Aw come on, Bodie, you've got to admit it's a hell of a coincidence.”
“Yeah, so, it's raining. It rains you know. Not unheard of.”
“But the first day we have off?” Doyle swivelled around.
Bodie sighed in defeat. “OK, I give in. What are you on about?”
“I just wouldn't be surprised if the Cow had something to do with this.”
"Eh?" Bodie peered at his partner suspiciously. "How much beer did you have before I got here? Are you sloshed, Raymond?"
Doyle tutted and shook his head, curls flicking back and forth. “No, I'm not drunk. I've just been thinking."
"That's an even worse sign, mate. You don't want to be doing that too often." When the other man didn't retort, Bodie tilted his head. "So what are you saying? You think Cowley controls the weather? You think he's God?”
“Well, doesn't it make sense if you think about it?”
Bodie opened his mouth to argue and then paused, looking thoughtful. “You know, I hate to admit it, but you might actually have a point. He does seem to have an uncanny sense of things.”
Doyle nodded triumphantly. “See? I told you.”
“But if Cowley's God, then what does that make us?”
Doyle's forehead wrinkled as he considered the question. “I dunno…er…”
“Angels,” Bodie said with a grin.
“You what?”
“We must be angels.” Bodie was starting to warm to the idea. “Well, look at me. I've got the face of an angel don't I and you…well it would explain the hair wouldn't it?”
“Bodie, you're just being stupid.”
Bodie shrugged. “You started it. By the way, it's stopped raining.”
Doyle turned and looked outside again.
He watched as the dark clouds started to drift off and the sun emerged, chasing the shadows from the streets below as it filled the window light, For a long moment Doyle stood, silhouetted in a halo of golden sunlight, face bathed in the mellow glow of the afternoon sun.
And then the phone rang.
Doyle snapped around and watched Bodie pick up the receiver.
“Hello…uh-huh…right, right away, sir.”
Bodie laid the receiver gently back on the cradle and slowly looked up at Doyle, eyes twinkling. “Get your coat, Gabriel, we've been summoned.”
“Very funny,” Doyle grumbled, grabbing his jacket and following his partner to the door. “I told you he does it deliberately.”
“Yeah, sunshine, I believe you. Now let's go, God's waiting.”