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In God's Country
| Fanfiction | |
|---|---|
| Title: | In God's Country |
| Author(s): | Kitty Fisher |
| Date(s): | 1995 |
| Length: | |
| Genre(s): | slash |
| Fandom(s): | The Professionals |
| Relationship(s): | |
| External Links: | In God's Country (The Circuit Archive) In God's Country (Kitty's House of Pleasure... and Pain) |
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In God's Country is a Professionals story by Kitty Fisher.
It was published in Leather and Blue Jeans #2 and is online.
Reactions and Reviews
I'll be completely honest, when it comes to Kitty's writing, I actually prefer The Chameleon's Dish. However, with this being a list for newcomers, I'm going to refrain from including that story, as the angst is extreme and I don't know that Bodie and Doyle, as written there, are particularly close to canon. This story isn't quite so wrenching and features what is arguably the best opening line in Pros fic: The road to Damascus, as far as William Bodie was concerned, was in the car park at Finchley Central station. Bodie discovers his feelings for his partner have changed, and really doesn't handle matters all that well. This is a funny, snarky, sweet first-time story, and a good introduction to Kitty's writing (though, admittedly, her stuff tends to be edgier).[1]
Bodie has a "road to Damascus" moment on a rainy afternoon at the end of a job as he watches a snarky and exhausted Doyle at the end of an operation.The road to Damascus, as far as William Bodie was concerned, was in the car park at Finchley Central station. Hardly the most exotic location for your world view to be unceremoniously turned upside down but, after thirty years of fairly cynical existence, it hardly came as a surprise: St Paul might get sun, sand and Nubian dancing girls to ease his way onto the path of the righteous, but W.A.P Bodie got rain, tarmac and the acerbic tongue of Ray Doyle.
He leant against the Capri and shook his head. Who said life was fair?
I like the difficult Bodie in this story: he finds out he loves Doyle amd to prove it he makes a thorough pain in the arse of himself until Doyle wants nothing more than to thump him <g>.[2]