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More drabbles for the

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Title:Once I knew a Man.
Fandom:MASH
Characters:B.J, Hawkeye
Prompt:029: Birth
Word Count: 175 words.
A/N: Thanks to

hawkeyecat for clueing me on the States.
Rating: E [for Everyone]

Before, B.J Hunnicutt could recite all 48 states with his eyes tied behind his back. He would cite the Pledge Of Allegiance and recount each President as well as their time in office. Disagreement over government usually began with ‘that could have been handled better’ and would end, ‘he’s only human, we all make mistakes.’

He left with heavy heart and immovable loyalty. It was, after all, a police action. A skip and a jump and home again. Peg would keep dinner warm and Erin would keep first words to herself until he returned. He would survive the distance and do his job and make his family proud.

B.J met the war with crisp suit and warped mind. He knew war through tattered textbooks and drunken anecdotes and shiny medals on his father’s wall. What he heard over the dinner table was everything Korea wouldn’t give him, and without Hawkeye he might never have turned that page.

B.J Hunnicutt died in Korea. Etched with scars of truth, loss and awakening: a new man was reborn.

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Title:Leading the blind.
Fandom:MASH
Characters:B.J/Hawk, Peg/B.J
Prompt: 040. Sight
Word Count:167
Rating: 13+

There it is: beyond the light and through the lie and lodged between tomorrow and next week. It’s not in the black and white or even grey; you have to look much deeper than that.

And Peg does.

She cleans gutters, mows grass, lights the gas and fixes the porch light. She nudges his plate to make him see it; and when he does, she sees it too.

It’s the jigsaw piece Erin stole at thirteen months and didn’t swallow, kept safe for her daddy until he came home. It was the smoky TV screen B.J was going to fix before the phone call from hell and afterward never seemed right to bother with. It’s the odd socks in his top drawer, some of which she has never seen before, that he doesn’t wear but still can’t part with.

It’s Hawkeye Pierce, the needle stuck in their song, breaking it up and cutting in. They never dance anymore, and Peg’s just sorry she didn’t see it sooner.

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Title: Double vision.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 025. Strangers
Word Count: 248
Rating: 13+

The stranger kisses her cheek at the front door, tells her a joke and plays with impressions. He speaks of the war with a wave of his hand and comments on the weather somewhere in-between. He says goodnight as if it is his last, and seems to linger though his body’s left the room.

She wakes and follows the trail of moonlight toward the kitchen, watching the dust dance in the spotlight, careful to miss the creaky board along the way. A curious eye peeks through the door ajar, straining to make out shadowed lines, indistinct faces and the unknown truths they might hold. The stranger stands, entitled yet unwelcome. She cannot see the triumph that she hears and does not want to imagine of its cause.

The second voice is far dissimilar and of her dreams; toffee sweet for jokes and stories and sincere ‘I love you’s. It changes here, in this dark entanglement. It’s fierce, desperate and stained bloody with deceit. It tells a sad old story of loneliness, comfort and rocky dead ends and is soon muffled with hasty kisses. The shadowed lines do fuse to one, a mess of strings so bound that they’re too confined, too deep and indebted so far they can never turn back. She hears it in their breath and feels it in the air, the forgotten past that he would always remember.

She turns and leaves and cannot bear it.

All along, the stranger was really her father.