Small Victories, mijmeraar, 15+
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mash_slashTitle: Small Victories
Characters: BJ/Hawkeye
Prompt: Where?
Rating: mild 15+
Author's Notes: I may have possibly dirtified a popular children's game. Sorry.
BJ searches the Swamp, under their cots, and amongst the pile of dirty clothes shoved in the corner. He tries Houlihan’s tent – with the greatest discretion – the nurses’ quarters, the nurses’ shower, anywhere else a nurse might roam. He loots through the Supply Tent, the VIP tent, the Mess Tent; even the kitchen in case the world fell of its axis. Still, he comes up short. He rechecks Rosie’s, the Officer’s Club and the showers, but there isn’t any use and he retires to the Office where Radar is being harassed.
“What do you mean, busy? Since when are any of you oafs ever busy? In case you hadn’t noticed, Corporal, I outrank you, which means when I talk, you do. So do already!”
“Hey, Radar,” BJ is all breeze, gliding past Hot Lips - who gabs like a fish with a hook in its cheek – and takes place between her and O’Reilly. “You seen Hawk? I’ve checked everywhere.”
“Um, maybe the latrine, sir? It was liverwurst for lunch and when I tried to give it to Fluffy she refused. Just like that! How do you like it!”
“Tried the latrine. Just found Frank. Any other ideas?”
“Nothing but the obvious sir. Maybe he’s … uh … you know,” Radar looks over BJ’s shoulder, as if painfully aware that Houlihan is still looming over them both, red faced and raging. He dips his head and winks and Houlihan huffs, puffs and pushes her way through to the Colonel’s Office, Radar chasing after her.
BJ keeps on with his quest, through Post-Op again, out through the compound, visiting each tent as he passes. First Mulcahy, who jots lyrics to a new song, and unsuccessfully tries to recruit BJ as a vocalist. To some of the corpsman, who are playing poker, Igor answering the door in nothing but a sock and tie; to Klinger who’s patching holes in an evening gown that Burns had demolished trying to rip it off him; and finishing with the nurses who giggle or groan depending on their own past experiences with the absentee in question.
BJ concedes, waits it out, and doesn’t find Hawkeye until dinner time when he’s sitting by the Colonel eating slop. BJ helps himself to a tray, reluctantly piles on the so called meal, and motions to Hawkeye with a fork when he sits down.
“You disappeared.”
“You weren’t looking hard enough.”
“On the contrary, I looked everywhere. I looked everywhere twice. Where did you go?”
Hawkeye shrugs, takes a mouth full of potato reluctantly, and chases it with his coffee. “That would spoil the mystery.”
Colonel Potter scoffs, “I sincerely hope you two didn’t spend the day playing-”
“You’re unbelievable. You can’t even play a friendly game of Hide and Seek without cheating.” BJ interjects while stabbing at his carrot unceremoniously. Naturally, Hawkeye’s amused, smirk lit up like Christmas Time, sparkling with victory.
“Cheating? I never cheated. You said hide, so I hid.”
“Where?”
“No where in the Hide and Seek handbook does it say I have to tell you that. You lost, take it on the chin and move on.”
“I-”
“Nobody likes a sore loser, Hunnicutt,” Potter says, and BJ is blinded by the bird on the Colonel’s shoulder, gives up the tirade for now.
+ + +
BJ spends the rest of the night trying to figure out where he went wrong, despite the protests of his bunkmates who cover their ears with pillows and call to him to give up. He recounts every nook and cranny of the camp, writes them down on an old envelope [return address: Mill Valley]; digging and scratching away at the surface until he has nothing but a blank canvas. He gives up when Franks storms out and Hawkeye’s no longer talking; falls asleep, his mind somewhere between the Officers Club and the Nurses Shower.
“I found you,” a shallow raspy voice wakes him from slumber and BJ tries to move but can’t, pinned down. Hawkeye’s hands are on his shoulders, knees wedged around BJ’s thighs; there’s little space between them, little space to breathe.
“What are you doing?” BJ slurs, his eyes still trying to adjust to the moonlight, just feeling Hawk’s warm breath on his cheeks.
“Playing Hide and Seek. I found you.”
“I wasn’t hiding!”
“You were meant to. That’s how it works.”
“I never found you, which means you win. Which means I have to go again.”
Hawkeye pauses. “Look at that, you found me.”
“I can barely see you!”
Hawkeye won’t listen to his protests, moves down and presses his lips against BJ’s own, waiting for a signal so that he can deepen it. BJ pulls away.
“It was Radar, wasn’t it? He hid you and I fell for that Ottumwa naiveté.”
“We’re half way to sin and you’re worried about a game?”
“I want to know where you were!” Hawkeye moves down the length of BJ’s body and starts to peel off his shorts, BJ trying to keep the annoyance and the lust on separate ground.
“I’m right here.”
“Before! I want to know where you were before.”
“Before is before and now is now. Right now I’m looking for that odd little freckle on your left-”
Hawkeye has him half naked and hard, moments from submission, but BJ won’t give up without a fight, “Tell me you cheated and I’ll stop.”
Hawkeye wraps gentle fists around the hem of BJ’s shirt, slowly rolling it up his torso until it bundles at his neck, until they’re eye to eye again and fused at every angle. Hawkeye sighs, drops his head, and lets his mouth tickle at BJ’s neck. “I cheated.”
“How?”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.” Hawkeye moves to kiss him again, moves to yank BJ’s shirt over his head. They kiss like kids, until it hurts, until Hawkeye comes up for air and starts to wriggle south.
“Ready or Not. Here I come.”
BJ laughs.
Characters: BJ/Hawkeye
Prompt: Where?
Rating: mild 15+
Author's Notes: I may have possibly dirtified a popular children's game. Sorry.
BJ searches the Swamp, under their cots, and amongst the pile of dirty clothes shoved in the corner. He tries Houlihan’s tent – with the greatest discretion – the nurses’ quarters, the nurses’ shower, anywhere else a nurse might roam. He loots through the Supply Tent, the VIP tent, the Mess Tent; even the kitchen in case the world fell of its axis. Still, he comes up short. He rechecks Rosie’s, the Officer’s Club and the showers, but there isn’t any use and he retires to the Office where Radar is being harassed.
“What do you mean, busy? Since when are any of you oafs ever busy? In case you hadn’t noticed, Corporal, I outrank you, which means when I talk, you do. So do already!”
“Hey, Radar,” BJ is all breeze, gliding past Hot Lips - who gabs like a fish with a hook in its cheek – and takes place between her and O’Reilly. “You seen Hawk? I’ve checked everywhere.”
“Um, maybe the latrine, sir? It was liverwurst for lunch and when I tried to give it to Fluffy she refused. Just like that! How do you like it!”
“Tried the latrine. Just found Frank. Any other ideas?”
“Nothing but the obvious sir. Maybe he’s … uh … you know,” Radar looks over BJ’s shoulder, as if painfully aware that Houlihan is still looming over them both, red faced and raging. He dips his head and winks and Houlihan huffs, puffs and pushes her way through to the Colonel’s Office, Radar chasing after her.
BJ keeps on with his quest, through Post-Op again, out through the compound, visiting each tent as he passes. First Mulcahy, who jots lyrics to a new song, and unsuccessfully tries to recruit BJ as a vocalist. To some of the corpsman, who are playing poker, Igor answering the door in nothing but a sock and tie; to Klinger who’s patching holes in an evening gown that Burns had demolished trying to rip it off him; and finishing with the nurses who giggle or groan depending on their own past experiences with the absentee in question.
BJ concedes, waits it out, and doesn’t find Hawkeye until dinner time when he’s sitting by the Colonel eating slop. BJ helps himself to a tray, reluctantly piles on the so called meal, and motions to Hawkeye with a fork when he sits down.
“You disappeared.”
“You weren’t looking hard enough.”
“On the contrary, I looked everywhere. I looked everywhere twice. Where did you go?”
Hawkeye shrugs, takes a mouth full of potato reluctantly, and chases it with his coffee. “That would spoil the mystery.”
Colonel Potter scoffs, “I sincerely hope you two didn’t spend the day playing-”
“You’re unbelievable. You can’t even play a friendly game of Hide and Seek without cheating.” BJ interjects while stabbing at his carrot unceremoniously. Naturally, Hawkeye’s amused, smirk lit up like Christmas Time, sparkling with victory.
“Cheating? I never cheated. You said hide, so I hid.”
“Where?”
“No where in the Hide and Seek handbook does it say I have to tell you that. You lost, take it on the chin and move on.”
“I-”
“Nobody likes a sore loser, Hunnicutt,” Potter says, and BJ is blinded by the bird on the Colonel’s shoulder, gives up the tirade for now.
+ + +
BJ spends the rest of the night trying to figure out where he went wrong, despite the protests of his bunkmates who cover their ears with pillows and call to him to give up. He recounts every nook and cranny of the camp, writes them down on an old envelope [return address: Mill Valley]; digging and scratching away at the surface until he has nothing but a blank canvas. He gives up when Franks storms out and Hawkeye’s no longer talking; falls asleep, his mind somewhere between the Officers Club and the Nurses Shower.
“I found you,” a shallow raspy voice wakes him from slumber and BJ tries to move but can’t, pinned down. Hawkeye’s hands are on his shoulders, knees wedged around BJ’s thighs; there’s little space between them, little space to breathe.
“What are you doing?” BJ slurs, his eyes still trying to adjust to the moonlight, just feeling Hawk’s warm breath on his cheeks.
“Playing Hide and Seek. I found you.”
“I wasn’t hiding!”
“You were meant to. That’s how it works.”
“I never found you, which means you win. Which means I have to go again.”
Hawkeye pauses. “Look at that, you found me.”
“I can barely see you!”
Hawkeye won’t listen to his protests, moves down and presses his lips against BJ’s own, waiting for a signal so that he can deepen it. BJ pulls away.
“It was Radar, wasn’t it? He hid you and I fell for that Ottumwa naiveté.”
“We’re half way to sin and you’re worried about a game?”
“I want to know where you were!” Hawkeye moves down the length of BJ’s body and starts to peel off his shorts, BJ trying to keep the annoyance and the lust on separate ground.
“I’m right here.”
“Before! I want to know where you were before.”
“Before is before and now is now. Right now I’m looking for that odd little freckle on your left-”
Hawkeye has him half naked and hard, moments from submission, but BJ won’t give up without a fight, “Tell me you cheated and I’ll stop.”
Hawkeye wraps gentle fists around the hem of BJ’s shirt, slowly rolling it up his torso until it bundles at his neck, until they’re eye to eye again and fused at every angle. Hawkeye sighs, drops his head, and lets his mouth tickle at BJ’s neck. “I cheated.”
“How?”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.” Hawkeye moves to kiss him again, moves to yank BJ’s shirt over his head. They kiss like kids, until it hurts, until Hawkeye comes up for air and starts to wriggle south.
“Ready or Not. Here I come.”
BJ laughs.
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Date: 2006-08-16 11:37 am (UTC)Love the part with Margaret ranting at Radar and Hawkeye just ignoring her, and Potter's intervention. I get the feeling Potter was in on hiding Hawkeye, but I still don't know where. Much like BJ, I suspect I'll never know. Though BJ gets something much better out of it than I do.
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:04 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, I can't tell you how much your opinion means so I'm glad you're enjoying the fic.
I really enjoyed writing Radar, even Margeret seeing as she was being all RARIMRIGHTYOUREWRONGRAR.
Ah yes, the hiding spot. After naked!BJ I thought perhaps no-one would care. That Hawkeye's a sly devil, likes to keep secrets ;)
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Date: 2006-08-18 07:47 am (UTC)That is so incredibly mutual. Besides being a friend, I greatly respect you as a writer, so your opinion carries even more weight.
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Date: 2006-08-16 02:29 pm (UTC)>>“We’re half way to sin and you’re worried about a game?”<<
I did notice a few typos, but nothing major. And of course ... now I want to know where in the heck Hawkeye was hiding!
BTW, I went to that website you sent me last night ... and ooogled for about an hour. That man is a thing of beauty! I may have to start watching Supernatural (unless it was canceled? I'll have to check.). Thank you!!!
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:11 pm (UTC)Hey, if there's ever anything that sticks out like a sore thumb, please feel free to tell me.
And Eeeeee, Jensen Admirists are love. Well, the first season of Supernatural is over, I'm in Oz and I have no idea when the second will air. And you're welcome, I'd hate to deprive anybody of some Jensen ogling.
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Date: 2006-08-16 02:52 pm (UTC)Aw, that was so cute...
So, where did he hide? ;)
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Date: 2006-08-17 01:13 pm (UTC)Hmm ... who's to say? Rest assured he's not hiding any more ;)
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Date: 2006-08-17 05:13 pm (UTC)Thank god. Can't help but wonder though. No wonder BJ went nuts ;)
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Date: 2006-08-16 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 01:14 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-08-17 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 01:17 pm (UTC)Thanks very much for reading!
PS Love your icon.
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Date: 2006-08-18 04:48 am (UTC)Thanks...courtesy of
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Date: 2006-08-20 04:07 am (UTC)Believe me, I noticed :) Nekkid!BJ never gets past me. But you see, you *told* us he was sans-clothing. You *didn't* tell us where Hawkeye was hiding. You big tease! ;)
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:39 pm (UTC).....but this is great. i love it. very cute, but not at all nauseating. you know the characters so well
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