Fic: Idol's Wild, part 2. 13+.
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mash_slashThe second part of the fic. Crit welcome.
Title: Idol's Wild, part 2.
Author: Roadstergal.
Pairing: Implications of Hawkeye/Radar.
Word count: 938
Rating: 13+
Warnings: Vague allusions to sex and violence.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and I make no money off of them.
Summary: Radar's POV.
They don't call me Radar for nothin', you know.
Well, some of it is just normal stuff. I have real good hearing, for one. I used to come runnin' when my mom would blow the dog whistle. Took her a while to figure that out. And it took me a while to figure out that I could hear stuff that other people can't. Here, that whup-whup of choppers sounds real loud to me by the time everyone else can just hear it.
I guess, if I paid attention, I could keep people from sneakin' up on me, but I keep forgettin'.
The rest of it is a little weird. Mom says I can read people. Cap'n Pierce says that I'm insightful, but won't tell me what that means. All I know is, I'll see someone or hear 'em comin', and I'll just want to say somethin', and it turns out to be what they're thinkin'. Funny, ain't it? Cap'n Pierce says it'd make people nervous if I weren't so short. He's not really funny, sometimes.
It's useful. It makes me a good clerk. I mean, bein' a clerk ain't all about deliverin' the mail and fillin' out forms and lockin' up the booze and the matches so the men don't get into the first and the rats won't get into the last. It's about makin' a duty roster that don't hack anyone off or put together two people who are goin' to be at each other's throats. It's about knowin' what we're goin' to need, and who's most likely to get it for us. Other outfits are always runnin' out of stuff. We run out of stuff, too, but not as much as the other units, and we never have a million of somethin' we can't use instead of what we need unless someone else screws up. Just ask around. I do a good job of doin' my job.
This thing I got ain't always good, though. Like when Colonel Blake left. I woke up in the middle of the night just feelin' sick and empty, like Cap'n Pierce had gone in with a rusty scalpel and pulled out all my insides. I was all cold and sweaty for the rest of the night, and when I heard he died, I wasn't really all that surprised, you know? I still get this strange feelin' at night, now and then, like somethin' that should be there just ain't.
It's even weirder other times, though. Like when I feel like sayin' something, then I stop, and the person says somethin' else. They look at me funny when that happens, like I caught 'em without no pants on, or somethin'. The majors are like that a lot - Major Burns, when he was here, and Major Houlihan. It's like I'm gettin' what they want to say, and they're not sayin' it. I don't get that, at all - why they go around all of the time not sayin' what they mean. Cap'ns Pierce and Hunnicut ain't like that; they almost always say what they mean, even if it's talkin' down to me and callin' me little.
Almost always. Yeah, you heard me. I've had some weird stuff happen with them, too. Especially Pierce. Remember when I got shot up, a few months ago? Yeah, that's what I got this medal for. Ain't it pretty? I keep it in the drawer, here. I feel funny when I wear it, like I used to do when I was all dressed up for church on Sunday at home. I never told no one why I was out, because no one ever asked, but Pierce knows. I was headed out to a... you know... one of those places where the ladies are. So I don't really deserve that medal. But Cap'n Pierce gave it to me, so I can't really give it back.
Everyone knows now about us yellin' at each other in the hospital. That was a time when I knew what he was goin' to say, and he said it, and it just made me so mad. It was all shame and excuses and that thing where he felt like he was bein' put on - but dang it, he's a doctor, ain't he? He's supposed to be smarter than me, better than me, and it just made me so... darn... mad when he said I was layin' too much on his shoulders. Well, who else's can I, that's what I'd like to know!
But we kinda got over that, and went back to the way we used to be. Mostly. I mean, it was a little different. I felt like he was thinkin' about what he was goin' to say to me before he did, and he never really did that before. He still said a lot of the same things, but there was somethin' about how he said it that wasn't like before. But he still meant what he said, so it didn't really bug me.
Except for when he gave me that medal, and said he was goin' to do somethin' he usually didn't. He whipped me that salute, but I swear ta you, that's not what he was thinkin'. I'm not sure what he was thinkin'; it was all complicated, and he didn't like it, I could tell. He was kinda embarassed about it, whatever it was. But I can't stop thinkin' about it, because I still get little bits of it, now and then.
They don't call me Radar for nothin', after all.
I kinda wish he woulda told me, though. I mean, how bad can it've been?
Title: Idol's Wild, part 2.
Author: Roadstergal.
Pairing: Implications of Hawkeye/Radar.
Word count: 938
Rating: 13+
Warnings: Vague allusions to sex and violence.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and I make no money off of them.
Summary: Radar's POV.
They don't call me Radar for nothin', you know.
Well, some of it is just normal stuff. I have real good hearing, for one. I used to come runnin' when my mom would blow the dog whistle. Took her a while to figure that out. And it took me a while to figure out that I could hear stuff that other people can't. Here, that whup-whup of choppers sounds real loud to me by the time everyone else can just hear it.
I guess, if I paid attention, I could keep people from sneakin' up on me, but I keep forgettin'.
The rest of it is a little weird. Mom says I can read people. Cap'n Pierce says that I'm insightful, but won't tell me what that means. All I know is, I'll see someone or hear 'em comin', and I'll just want to say somethin', and it turns out to be what they're thinkin'. Funny, ain't it? Cap'n Pierce says it'd make people nervous if I weren't so short. He's not really funny, sometimes.
It's useful. It makes me a good clerk. I mean, bein' a clerk ain't all about deliverin' the mail and fillin' out forms and lockin' up the booze and the matches so the men don't get into the first and the rats won't get into the last. It's about makin' a duty roster that don't hack anyone off or put together two people who are goin' to be at each other's throats. It's about knowin' what we're goin' to need, and who's most likely to get it for us. Other outfits are always runnin' out of stuff. We run out of stuff, too, but not as much as the other units, and we never have a million of somethin' we can't use instead of what we need unless someone else screws up. Just ask around. I do a good job of doin' my job.
This thing I got ain't always good, though. Like when Colonel Blake left. I woke up in the middle of the night just feelin' sick and empty, like Cap'n Pierce had gone in with a rusty scalpel and pulled out all my insides. I was all cold and sweaty for the rest of the night, and when I heard he died, I wasn't really all that surprised, you know? I still get this strange feelin' at night, now and then, like somethin' that should be there just ain't.
It's even weirder other times, though. Like when I feel like sayin' something, then I stop, and the person says somethin' else. They look at me funny when that happens, like I caught 'em without no pants on, or somethin'. The majors are like that a lot - Major Burns, when he was here, and Major Houlihan. It's like I'm gettin' what they want to say, and they're not sayin' it. I don't get that, at all - why they go around all of the time not sayin' what they mean. Cap'ns Pierce and Hunnicut ain't like that; they almost always say what they mean, even if it's talkin' down to me and callin' me little.
Almost always. Yeah, you heard me. I've had some weird stuff happen with them, too. Especially Pierce. Remember when I got shot up, a few months ago? Yeah, that's what I got this medal for. Ain't it pretty? I keep it in the drawer, here. I feel funny when I wear it, like I used to do when I was all dressed up for church on Sunday at home. I never told no one why I was out, because no one ever asked, but Pierce knows. I was headed out to a... you know... one of those places where the ladies are. So I don't really deserve that medal. But Cap'n Pierce gave it to me, so I can't really give it back.
Everyone knows now about us yellin' at each other in the hospital. That was a time when I knew what he was goin' to say, and he said it, and it just made me so mad. It was all shame and excuses and that thing where he felt like he was bein' put on - but dang it, he's a doctor, ain't he? He's supposed to be smarter than me, better than me, and it just made me so... darn... mad when he said I was layin' too much on his shoulders. Well, who else's can I, that's what I'd like to know!
But we kinda got over that, and went back to the way we used to be. Mostly. I mean, it was a little different. I felt like he was thinkin' about what he was goin' to say to me before he did, and he never really did that before. He still said a lot of the same things, but there was somethin' about how he said it that wasn't like before. But he still meant what he said, so it didn't really bug me.
Except for when he gave me that medal, and said he was goin' to do somethin' he usually didn't. He whipped me that salute, but I swear ta you, that's not what he was thinkin'. I'm not sure what he was thinkin'; it was all complicated, and he didn't like it, I could tell. He was kinda embarassed about it, whatever it was. But I can't stop thinkin' about it, because I still get little bits of it, now and then.
They don't call me Radar for nothin', after all.
I kinda wish he woulda told me, though. I mean, how bad can it've been?
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