WILLIAM ANDREW PHILLIP BODIE
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Rating:
Adult +
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4
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1,036
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I do not own The Professionals, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
WILLIE BODIE
Rated: G
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
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WILLIE BODIE by Debs
Willie Bodie stopped with his key at the lock of the front door and listened. His parents were arguing again! The laughing happy young man of a few minutes disappeared, to be replaced by an unhappy, lonely adolescent. He stood stock still on the doorstep and listened to them yell at each other. He was the reason for it – again. He could feel his throat tighten and he blinked furiously to keep the traitorous tears at bay. You’re not bloody six any more sunshine, so grow up! He admonished himself severely but it didn’t work. It was hard for a young boy to know his mother hated him that much.
It had been a good afternoon out with Ray and a couple of girls. Strange how the friends of his childhood now took on a whole new meaning. He’d known Betty and Sue forever it seemed but in the last few years’ things had changed. They’d enjoyed an afternoon at the pictures and had taken the girls for fish and chips after. It had been a good time and he was home before his father’s curfew. Willie stood on the doorstep, unable to go inside and listen to them scream. His mother’s drunken rambling’s and his father’s furious temper.
Willie glared at the closed door and thrusting his hands in his pockets walked away from the house. Where he was going he had no idea but he couldn’t face another night listening to them scream abuse at each other. I’m never getting married if it’s gonna be like that he thought, not for the first time. He could remember good times. Before his mother had turned to the bottle and away from his father and him.
Little Billy Bodie had thought there was no more beautiful mummy in the whole world that his but Willie Bodie knew better. A drunken, untidy smelly woman was slowly replacing the pretty lady she used to be. Willie hated her. Trudging along, head down, miles away in thought he didn’t hear his name called.
“Willie?” a hand pulled him to a stop and Willie looked up at Ray’s concerned face. He was totally unaware of the tears cursing down his cheeks. Oh shit! Ray thought. “What’s wrong mate?” Ray said keeping hold of Willie’s arm.
“Nothing Ray. Forget it.” He mumbled and tired to walk away. Ray wouldn’t let him though.
“Come on Will, talk to me!” he demanded not letting go of his friend’s arm. He figured the two years he had on Willie Bodie gave him the right to pry. That and the fact this was his best friend in the entire world.
“They’re at it again Ray.” Willie admitted sniffling. Ray gave him his handkerchief and Willie noisily blew his nose. “Yelling at each other and hurling abuse. I can’t stand it any more” Willie admitted pocketing Ray’s hankie. Ray grinned knowing he’d get it back washed and knowing Willie even ironed. He’d been doing all his own laundry and most of the housekeeping for years now. Ray was the only person Willie had confessed that too.
“Come and crash at my place then?” Ray suggested and Willie tried to keep the relief from his face. He couldn’t quite manage it.
“You sure?” He asked wanting it confirmed. Ray slung his arm around Willie’s shoulder and dragged him off down the road.
“Course you berk. Come on.” The two friends walked down the road with Ray’s arm still slung around Willie’s shoulder.
Willie loved Mrs. Doyle’s place. She was always happy and laughing and feeding him. Mr. Doyle would tell him really bad jokes but Willie always laughed at them. Ray’s two younger sisters loved him as much as they loved their brother and teased him about the same stuff they teased Ray with.
They’d given him a real hard time when his voice had broken last year and teased him about going out with girls. He was theirs as they’d told him more than once cause they needed a big brother each so they wouldn’t have to share Ray.
“Mum!” Ray called out and dragged Willie into the house behind him. Mrs. Doyle came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel as usual.
“Oh Willie love” she enveloped Willie in a hug and he hesitantly hugged her back. The look of Willie’s face was pure bliss and Ray felt sorry for him not that he’d ever be stupid enough to tell Willie that. Even though Willie was two years younger he was as tall as Doyle, broader in the shoulders and could use those fists of his already.
Willie had forgotten what it was like to be held and loved. Mrs. Doyle smelt of talcum powder and some perfume but mostly of love and Willie felt traitorous tears sting his eyes again.
“Come on love.” Mrs. Doyle ushered them into the kitchen and sat both boys down at the old battered kitchen table and put milk and sugar in front of them and switched on the huge old kettle. Minutes later she put a mug of tea in front of both of them.
“I’ll got and make up the spare room for you Will. You’re staying here tonight.” She would not accept any argument and Willie was grateful. He loved Mrs. Doyle like he should have been able to love his own mother.
“Ta Mrs. Doyle.” He said sipping the hot sweet tea. “I wish my mum was like your’s.” Willie confessed to Ray and Ray nodded in understanding.
“I’m leaving soon Ray.” Willie said and Ray nearly chocked on his tea.
“What? Where are you going?” Ray asked worriedly.
“I’ve got Dad’s permission to join the army when I turn 14 and I’m going to. I can’t stand her any longer Ray. I’ve got to go or I’ll do something really stupid.” Willie pleaded with his friend “you do understand don’t you Ray?”
“Yer I guess.” Ray sighed. “I don’t like it but I can understand it Will. I’ll miss you.” Ray wanted to cry himself now.
“Oh don’t be daft. I’ll write I promise.” Willie punched Ray lightly on the arm as Mrs. Doyle came back and ordered both boys to bed.
Fandom: The Professionals
Pairings: None
Feedback: Pretty pretty please! Criticism is more than welcome, flaming is not!
Warnings: None
Summary: This story is based on Bodie’s four names at different stages of his life.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I promise to return them only slightly worn also I do not make any money from my fic, it’s purely for pleasure.
________________________________________
WILLIE BODIE by Debs
Willie Bodie stopped with his key at the lock of the front door and listened. His parents were arguing again! The laughing happy young man of a few minutes disappeared, to be replaced by an unhappy, lonely adolescent. He stood stock still on the doorstep and listened to them yell at each other. He was the reason for it – again. He could feel his throat tighten and he blinked furiously to keep the traitorous tears at bay. You’re not bloody six any more sunshine, so grow up! He admonished himself severely but it didn’t work. It was hard for a young boy to know his mother hated him that much.
It had been a good afternoon out with Ray and a couple of girls. Strange how the friends of his childhood now took on a whole new meaning. He’d known Betty and Sue forever it seemed but in the last few years’ things had changed. They’d enjoyed an afternoon at the pictures and had taken the girls for fish and chips after. It had been a good time and he was home before his father’s curfew. Willie stood on the doorstep, unable to go inside and listen to them scream. His mother’s drunken rambling’s and his father’s furious temper.
Willie glared at the closed door and thrusting his hands in his pockets walked away from the house. Where he was going he had no idea but he couldn’t face another night listening to them scream abuse at each other. I’m never getting married if it’s gonna be like that he thought, not for the first time. He could remember good times. Before his mother had turned to the bottle and away from his father and him.
Little Billy Bodie had thought there was no more beautiful mummy in the whole world that his but Willie Bodie knew better. A drunken, untidy smelly woman was slowly replacing the pretty lady she used to be. Willie hated her. Trudging along, head down, miles away in thought he didn’t hear his name called.
“Willie?” a hand pulled him to a stop and Willie looked up at Ray’s concerned face. He was totally unaware of the tears cursing down his cheeks. Oh shit! Ray thought. “What’s wrong mate?” Ray said keeping hold of Willie’s arm.
“Nothing Ray. Forget it.” He mumbled and tired to walk away. Ray wouldn’t let him though.
“Come on Will, talk to me!” he demanded not letting go of his friend’s arm. He figured the two years he had on Willie Bodie gave him the right to pry. That and the fact this was his best friend in the entire world.
“They’re at it again Ray.” Willie admitted sniffling. Ray gave him his handkerchief and Willie noisily blew his nose. “Yelling at each other and hurling abuse. I can’t stand it any more” Willie admitted pocketing Ray’s hankie. Ray grinned knowing he’d get it back washed and knowing Willie even ironed. He’d been doing all his own laundry and most of the housekeeping for years now. Ray was the only person Willie had confessed that too.
“Come and crash at my place then?” Ray suggested and Willie tried to keep the relief from his face. He couldn’t quite manage it.
“You sure?” He asked wanting it confirmed. Ray slung his arm around Willie’s shoulder and dragged him off down the road.
“Course you berk. Come on.” The two friends walked down the road with Ray’s arm still slung around Willie’s shoulder.
Willie loved Mrs. Doyle’s place. She was always happy and laughing and feeding him. Mr. Doyle would tell him really bad jokes but Willie always laughed at them. Ray’s two younger sisters loved him as much as they loved their brother and teased him about the same stuff they teased Ray with.
They’d given him a real hard time when his voice had broken last year and teased him about going out with girls. He was theirs as they’d told him more than once cause they needed a big brother each so they wouldn’t have to share Ray.
“Mum!” Ray called out and dragged Willie into the house behind him. Mrs. Doyle came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel as usual.
“Oh Willie love” she enveloped Willie in a hug and he hesitantly hugged her back. The look of Willie’s face was pure bliss and Ray felt sorry for him not that he’d ever be stupid enough to tell Willie that. Even though Willie was two years younger he was as tall as Doyle, broader in the shoulders and could use those fists of his already.
Willie had forgotten what it was like to be held and loved. Mrs. Doyle smelt of talcum powder and some perfume but mostly of love and Willie felt traitorous tears sting his eyes again.
“Come on love.” Mrs. Doyle ushered them into the kitchen and sat both boys down at the old battered kitchen table and put milk and sugar in front of them and switched on the huge old kettle. Minutes later she put a mug of tea in front of both of them.
“I’ll got and make up the spare room for you Will. You’re staying here tonight.” She would not accept any argument and Willie was grateful. He loved Mrs. Doyle like he should have been able to love his own mother.
“Ta Mrs. Doyle.” He said sipping the hot sweet tea. “I wish my mum was like your’s.” Willie confessed to Ray and Ray nodded in understanding.
“I’m leaving soon Ray.” Willie said and Ray nearly chocked on his tea.
“What? Where are you going?” Ray asked worriedly.
“I’ve got Dad’s permission to join the army when I turn 14 and I’m going to. I can’t stand her any longer Ray. I’ve got to go or I’ll do something really stupid.” Willie pleaded with his friend “you do understand don’t you Ray?”
“Yer I guess.” Ray sighed. “I don’t like it but I can understand it Will. I’ll miss you.” Ray wanted to cry himself now.
“Oh don’t be daft. I’ll write I promise.” Willie punched Ray lightly on the arm as Mrs. Doyle came back and ordered both boys to bed.