A Family Affair (Professionals zine)

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Title: A Family Affair
Publisher: Gryphon Press
Author(s): Lizzie Trenoweth
Cover Artist(s):
Date(s): May 2002
Medium: print
Fandom: The Professionals
Language: English
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A Family Affair is a slash Professionals 140-page (82,713 words) novel by Lizzie Trenoweth.

The Hatstand's description: "An alternate universe Bodie/Doyle slash novel with an historical setting."

Palely Loitering's description: "A regency period romance, which finds Doyle having to cope not just with his troublesome family, but with the new gentleman from the ton who arrives one day in the village and proceeds to turn them all upon their heads."


"What are you doing?" Doyle asked, bemused.

"It's hot - thought I'd put my feet in the river."

"It'll be freezing," Doyle warned, "always is, even in the summer."

"That's what I was hoping. This humidity is unbearable and I need to cool down."

With that, he proceeded to remove his shirt - revealing broad shoulders and a strong, solid chest. Doyle remembered his grandmother's words: 'the sort one could rely on in a crisis'. It could be that she was right again. He gave every appearance of it, that was certain, but, of course, appearances could be deceptive.

He watched as Bodie padded gingerly to the water's edge and hesitantly dipped his big toe into the river. A surprised yelp ensued and Doyle chuckled.

'Told you so."

"And of course, you're never wrong," Bodie remarked matter-of-factly.

It took Doyle by surprise. Was that how the man saw him? Was that how other people viewed him? If they only knew ...

Troubled, he rose and went to crouch beside Bodie who had seated himself on a large stone at the water's edge and was in the process of immersing both feet. Doyle watched as he screwed his eyes shut.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Mmm," Bodie confirmed. "It's so cold it makes your head hurt. But you told me it would be, so I mustn't complain, eh?"

Doyle sighed and sat down on the grass. Plucking a long blade, he stuck it in his mouth and began to chew thoughtfully.

'I don't know what kind of a monster you take me for," he reflected. "I know I've got a temper ..."

'You have," the other man readily agreed.

'And I know I'm not backward with my opinions," he added.

"You're not."

"I also know that I think I'm always right..."

'You do,' Bodie confirmed.

Doyle turned to look at the other man, who was swishing his feet about in the fast flowing water.

"Feel free to disagree with me at any time," he pointed out. "I won't mind."

"All right. You're not a monster. This water is wonderful once you get used to it. Here, have some ..."

And before Doyle had a chance to duck, a handful of ice cold water splashed in his face. He gasped, trying to get his breath back as the water ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his shirt. Bodie was grinning like an idiot and Doyle was so busy being irritated by this that he failed to keep an eye on what the man's feet were up to. Too late - a flick of the foot and Doyle was, again, covered in water.

He looked down at himself, spattered and wet, and reacted. One hefty push with both hands and Bodie went, head first, into the freezing river.