Memo to the uninitiated: This story is based on the British television
series "The Professionals". The two main characters are 'Bodie'
and 'Raymond Doyle'; they are agents for an organization called
CI5 {Criminal Intelligence 5}. This is a 'crossover' story between
this show and characters from classic Star Trek. I hope you will
enjoy! - Jatona
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FAMILY TRAITS
"Wakey, wakey, love!", came Bodie's excited whisper into my left
ear. "Today's the day!", he added, gleefully.
" 'M not deaf", I mumbled in mock exasperation. Truth is, I'd
actually been awake for hours, barely able to contain the
anticipation running rampant through me own being.
Today was indeed special and one I had long wished for since I'd
first met Bodie. Shrouded in mystery, he was. 'S what drew me to
him. I was determined to open as many doors as I could. And I
have, too. In these ten years since we first became partners, then
took the big step and accepted our relationship for what it truly was
<settled in right nicely, we are, and most content>, I've learned
much about my lifemate. Yet--there's always a 'yet'--the one door I
could truly never breach was that of his family. Elusive as a moray
eel, he was, on that subject. Loved to either wet me appetite,
dropping just enough to get me really going, or give me a look that
brooked no further questions; whatever suited his fancy. Began to
think he had no family, until the day The Letter arrived. Though it
looked very official, it bore those definite marks of 'family'.
{Although it sported a raised crest, the address was hand-written.
We ex-coppers notice things like that.}
The next 30 days after its arrival were very busy ones; no last
minute lick-and-a-promise dusting for us when family was coming.
Every nook and cranny of our flat--a sort of 'wedding present' from
Cowley; one of the best flats CI5 owned--was cleaned from top to
bottom, employing our legendary temwork. {'S what a relationship
is all about, innit?} In no time at all, Queen E. herself could've given
us the white glove treatment.
I turned over to face him now, letting my excitement come through
in the smile I gave him. "Can't wait, Bodie." My reply, though
sincere, held just a hint of impatience. "What time do they arrive?"
Doesn't miss a thing, does my Bodie. He sneered lovingly--only
Bodie can sneer lovingly--down at me. "Whatsa matter, Ray?
Nervous?"
Gave him me best injured-pride look. "Who, me? Nah. Cool as a
cucumber, I am. Just asking, wasn't I?"
I expected a session of unmerciful teasing. Liked better what I got
instead. His perfect features softened and his large, capable hands
took my skull in a gentle grasp, while long, skilled fingers played
through me curls. His midnight blue eyes regarded me with such
love...always keeps a permanent lump in me throat, they do.
" 'S okay, love," he murmured. "Not to worry. They know all
about us and are very pleased that I'm finally content."
While the calmness in his voice reassured me, that last statement got
to me. Curious as the perverbial cat, I am...and you know the rest
of that.
"Bodie?"
"Hmm?", he answered dreamily, his lips busy doing the sweetest
things to my face, neck, eyes...
Determined to finally get at least my foot in this particular door, I
swallowed hard, clamped down on me concentration and continued.
"If they're so pleased and all, why haven't they come to visit before?
I mean, letters are fine, but, well..."
Suddenly his touch was gone and I panicked, fearful that to satisfy
one moment of curiosity, I'd gone and mucked it up right royally.
Not one to be pushed, is Bodie. I waited, eyes lowered, not daring to
breathe, for the explosion I knew would come. When it didn't, I
stole a tentative glance his way. Those sapphire eyes were fixed on
me with loving amusement, obviously having anticipated my
reactions.
"Bastard!", I hissed, suddenly weak with relief. "If you ever...!" I
raised my fist threateningly to demonstrate my intent.
He took my fist in his hands, setting his lips to each knuckle. " 'M a
lover, not a fighter," he whispered, then all thought fled as he
proved just that, taking with a gentle hunger, driving us over the
pleasure barrier time and time again.
By the time the real world intruded once more, we had only 90
minutes before 'beam in', as Bodie affectionately called their
arrival. At the time, I laughed at him. Make a cute alien, he would,
what with those exotic features, so flawless, those soul-piercing eyes
and that haircut...
I stifled a threat of the giggles as the images flooded my mind while I
showered. When I had done, he was just coming in from making a
final check of downstairs. Our eyes met and I fell in love all over
again, but before we could get up to anything, I ducked into the
bedroom to finish dressing and did not come out until I heard the
water running in the shower and his voice raised in gurgly song.
Quickly, I retreated to the safety of the kitchen to make a final
check on lunch. Bodie had set their arrival time at noon: ' They're
very punctual, Ray, and so's me stomach. Okay, love?' I smiled at
the memory. Was good to know I'd fallen in love with more than a
bottomless pit attached to hollow legs. For a while, I'd wondered. It
never occurred to me at the time to ask my meat-and-potatoes man
why we were suddenly all vegetarian.
"Ray, they're here!"
I grinned. "Tact' wasn't always Bodie's middle name. Therefore,
remembering the significance of the occasion, I placed the salad on
the counter, took a deep breath, entered the parlor and stopped
dead in my tracks as I beheld our guests. What bloody game was
Bodie up to now?!
Before I could find my voice, he chose that moment to speak.
Coming forward from the group, he extended the first and second
fingers of his right hand to me. Of their own will, the corresponding
fingers of my right hand matched his gesture, overlapping Bodie's.
He smiled, then, love and pride clearly reflected in his beautiful
face, then turned to address our visitors.
Father, mother, my brothers, " he intoned formally, "permit me to
present my bondmate, Raymond Doyle."
The three men and one woman nodded to me.
Then, he turned to address me. "Ray, may I present my father,
Sarek of Vulcan; she-who-is-his-wife, my mother, Amanda; and
they who are my brothers, Spock, son of Sarek and Amanda, and his
bondmate, James T. Kirk."
//Right, Bodie. And I'm George Cowley!// I conveyed my thoughts
in my expression--a proper Doyle frown. What did he take me for??
I knew Star Trek fen when I see 'em! Had to admit, those costumes
were really great, though. Made a note to ask them where they'd
had them done. And the participants had the characters down to
perfection. Thus, because I loved the big kid, I decided to humor
Bodie and dutifully raised my left hand, forming a sort of 'V' with
the third and fourth fingers.
Remaining at Bodie's side, I addressed the one he had called Sarek.
"Peace and long life to you, father of my bondmate, " I said
solemnly, matching the formality. "I welcome you and your
family," I added, including the others in a nod, "to our home."
It was Sarek who answered for his companions, which seemed right
as he definitely had that aura of supreme authority.
"Live long and prosper, bondmate of my son," he intoned, copying
my gesture perfectly, then asked, "Might I touch thee?", seemingly
as a polite afterthought. Puzzled, I nodded assent.
He then approached me, hands stretched out before him. He
stopped within an inch of me and laid those hands on either side of
my head. For a split second, an electric shock of surprising
magnitude rippled through my mind. Then, I felt it....a gentle
probing of great mental power. Realization hit like a phaser blast.
The only races I knew of that could do that were the Romulans and
the Vulcans--and Sarek was no Romulan! Christ, these were no
fen, they were real!
I looked from Bodie to Spock to Sarek to Kirk to Amanda, then
back to Bodie again, knowing my utter amazement and still mild-disbelief must be registering all over my face.
"Fascinating!", was all I could mutter, not trusting myself to say
more.
Immediately, three left eyebrows rose in perfect unison and I
couldn't resist laughing in delight. Family traits--the mystery of the
expressive left eyebrow was solved, time for explanations later. I
went forward, with my bondmate--like the sound of that--to
embrace our family.