Two separate drabbles written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community


Reciprocal

"I'm here," said Bodie's voice.

After many silent hours, the whisper through the icy airwaves was an unexpected gift.

Belly-down on concrete, Doyle shut his eyes against the cold and wished he could crawl to him. Supposing neither of them died tonight in this dense, black landscape there might be a chance to show he had understood.

He tugged the handset close so it almost touched his lips, needing to speak to Bodie's inner ear. If he didn't understand, he might not be careful enough. Doyle's voice was strangled by desire to find the right word.

"Likewise," he said.

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Marmite

A flying jar of marmite nearly sent Doyle over the edge. It catapulted out of the black hole of Bodie's kitchen cupboard and shattered at his feet.

"No need to throw it on the floor," came a drawl. "Just unscrew the lid."

"I'll unscrew your lid," Doyle growled, arriving back at the bed. Unthinkable words tumbled out of his mouth. "This isn't working, Bodie."

"No," Bodie agreed. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best. "So move in."

Doyle had the cupboard safely stacked by ten o'clock.

They made their first anniversary with ease. And every anniversary that followed.

-- THE END --

September 2007