It's just gonna be a collection of short drabbles from prompts. Love this couple though - wish more people knew about this show from 25 years ago.

SWEET

There was an undeniable sweetness in their relationship that Doug hadn't expected. There were little things that most of the time would go under the radar, but being around them daily in the chapel Doug soon became attuned to. For instance, Booker would come in with a black eye or wearing other signs of being a punk when undercover and you would see Tom frown ever so slightly. Then later Booker would walk by his desk and squeeze his shoulder reassuringly saying I'm okay! Don't worry about me. Doug knew that Tommy would give him an earful later.

Sometimes Booker would drop a note on Tommy's desk during the day and whatever it said, it made Hanson blush. After, Hanson would always slip it into his pocket. One time it had been a particularly difficult case for the McQuaid brothers and later that day Doug walked in on Booker and Hanson in a storage room in the back of the chapel but they weren't having rampant heavy sex (thank god!); no Hanson's head was on Booker's lap while Dennis ran his hands softly through his hair. Neither noticed Doug as he quietly shut the door again.

Slightly ashamed Doug admitted to Dennis one day in the bar that he thought that he was probably just using Tommy when they first started going out. Booker flushed slightly and laughed slightly indignantly, "how do you know I'm not?"

Doug rolled his eyes and gave him an exasperated 'seriously?' look. Booker laughed quietly, almost fondly before saying, "yeah you're right, I'm crazy about him and…and you have my word that I'd never hurt him." He finished seriously and his eyes flicked over to where Hanson was stood chatting animatedly with Harry.

Doug's gaze followed Booker's "I know".

SCARED

Booker heart lurched as Hanson climbed into the suspect's car. He knew Tommy could take care of himself, but he had seen this guy's handiwork and he couldn't help but imagine the repulsive injuries all over his lover's body.

He'd be fine.

Of course he'd be fine.

But Booker hadn't got a good look at the guy; what if he was nearly 7 feet tall and 250 pounds? Hanson's pretty small and even though he's a firey fighter he'd have trouble against someone with that much of an advantage.

Dennis folded his arms tightly and bit his lip wishing that he'd been the one to get into the car – he was bigger and meaner and more street wise than Tommy (though he'd never tell him cos he'd get his bigger and meaner ass handed to him!).

Fuck of course Tommy can take care of himself.

Fuck.

Dennis was shit scared and there was no denying it.

DRINK

23rd March 1976, the day Dennis lost his mother. Every 23rd of March since then Dennis took the day off work and drank himself into a stupor. Back when he was a teenager he might go smash something up, in recent years he just passes out on the couch drowning in memories.

This year though it was different; he couldn't get the day off work. There were serious allegations of physical and sexual abuse against teenage boys happening at Twinoaks High School and the case was considered too important for him to take a day off. Him and Hanson were undercover as cousins Dennis Beckett and Tommy Henderson. Tommy was a junior and Dennis a senior who had been held back a year – they were trying to cover a wider age range.

They went to school and by lunchtime Booker was itching for a drink, the memories of that day were flooding his mind. He was 14 years old again and walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth in the morning before school; he didn't even notice her at first his eyes were too blurry with sleep. Then he turned and there she was –

"Dennis?" Tom's hand was on his upper arm and he was frowning in a way that Dennis would normally find endearing. Normally Dennis would kiss the frown away and kiss the wrinkles off his forehead and peck the corners of his mouth until they turned upwards and he laughed…but today he couldn't. Today all he could see was red, so much red.

He stood up abruptly and stiffly made his way outside distantly aware of Hanson following him out. He couldn't breathe.

"Dennis what's the matter?"

They were alone now, hidden round a side of the building. Dennis wanted to tell Tommy about his mother, but he couldn't not yet. He struggled to find an explanation though so in the end words just jumbled together and fell out of his mouth.

"Err I just…normally…my…" Hanson looked up at him expectantly and he cleared his throat. "Um, normally I just drink through today."

"oh."

Suddenly Booker was being pushed up against the wall and lips crushingly met his.

"mmmph, what are you doing Tommy?!" Booker mumbled against the lips. Hanson pulled back grinning,

"Offering you something better than drink!"

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