Fic: Hawk's Bear To Cross, part 2. 13+.
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mash_slashIt's a followup to Part 1. Radar's POV. Crit is always welcome.
Title: Hawk's Bear to Cross, part 2.
Author: Roadstergal.
Pairing: Implications of Hawkeye/Radar.
Word count: 537
Rating: 13+
Warnings: Nothing to speak of.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and I make no money off of them.
They still call me Radar, ya know.
It's probably my fault. I mean, I didn't really answer to Walter after I got home. I'd almost forgot that was my name. It's different here, though. It's not like Radar is something I have to do anymore. It took some gettin' used to, it did; I'd wake up in the middle of the night because it was too quiet, strainin' to hear the choppers or mortar fire you'd usually get right after a quiet spell over there. But quiet nights here are just quiet all through, and soon I got to sleep through 'em proper. I don't think I got a proper sleep the whole time I was in Korea. But here - well, it ain't just like it's quiet in the normal way. It's people-quiet, too, if ya know what I mean. Well, maybe you don't. If you ain't never been in a crowd of people and had everything they wanted to say yellin' at you almost as loud as they were yellin' out loud, ya wouldn't know. Trust me, though; it's quiet in that way, too. Just Ma, and she don't talk in her mind much anymore, and the animals. They're just the most wonderful things, they are. They think so simple - hungry, tired, comfortable, just good and normal things. It's so easy to make 'em happy.
I think I should be happy, now, too. But that war un-simpled me, I guess. Don't get me wrong - I'm happy a lot. I till the corn and feed the chickens and do all the farm chores, and then tend the rest of the animals, and usually it's dark by then, and I go to bed tired and full of their good feelin'. But now and then, I get in bed and close my eyes, and I don't fall asleep. I just drift, and it seems to me like I can feel the earth spinnin', and I grab the bed so as I don't go flyin' off. That makes me think of Hawkeye, and how he used to drink a bit much now and then, and I panic - if he's not holdin' onto the cot, he'll go flyin' off! It all looks silly in the mornin' when the sun's up, but at night, I swear it makes sense. Funny - I don't worry about Colonel Potter or Hot Lips or BJ or any of the rest flyin' off - just Hawkeye.
I sometimes sit down to write him, but what do I say? It's Radar, and the animals are good. It's Radar, and I want ya to hang on at night, or you'll go flyin' when the earth spins. It's Radar, and I wanna know if you're still alive. But he's gotta be alive or I wouldn't be feelin' him, right?
I hope so. They don't call me Radar for nothin'. I dunno what I'd do if I lost that. So when I lie down and I start to feel the spinnin', I try to think somethin' over to him, with all my might. Hawkeye, it's Radar. Hang on, wouldja? Hang on and come back home. Please.
Title: Hawk's Bear to Cross, part 2.
Author: Roadstergal.
Pairing: Implications of Hawkeye/Radar.
Word count: 537
Rating: 13+
Warnings: Nothing to speak of.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and I make no money off of them.
They still call me Radar, ya know.
It's probably my fault. I mean, I didn't really answer to Walter after I got home. I'd almost forgot that was my name. It's different here, though. It's not like Radar is something I have to do anymore. It took some gettin' used to, it did; I'd wake up in the middle of the night because it was too quiet, strainin' to hear the choppers or mortar fire you'd usually get right after a quiet spell over there. But quiet nights here are just quiet all through, and soon I got to sleep through 'em proper. I don't think I got a proper sleep the whole time I was in Korea. But here - well, it ain't just like it's quiet in the normal way. It's people-quiet, too, if ya know what I mean. Well, maybe you don't. If you ain't never been in a crowd of people and had everything they wanted to say yellin' at you almost as loud as they were yellin' out loud, ya wouldn't know. Trust me, though; it's quiet in that way, too. Just Ma, and she don't talk in her mind much anymore, and the animals. They're just the most wonderful things, they are. They think so simple - hungry, tired, comfortable, just good and normal things. It's so easy to make 'em happy.
I think I should be happy, now, too. But that war un-simpled me, I guess. Don't get me wrong - I'm happy a lot. I till the corn and feed the chickens and do all the farm chores, and then tend the rest of the animals, and usually it's dark by then, and I go to bed tired and full of their good feelin'. But now and then, I get in bed and close my eyes, and I don't fall asleep. I just drift, and it seems to me like I can feel the earth spinnin', and I grab the bed so as I don't go flyin' off. That makes me think of Hawkeye, and how he used to drink a bit much now and then, and I panic - if he's not holdin' onto the cot, he'll go flyin' off! It all looks silly in the mornin' when the sun's up, but at night, I swear it makes sense. Funny - I don't worry about Colonel Potter or Hot Lips or BJ or any of the rest flyin' off - just Hawkeye.
I sometimes sit down to write him, but what do I say? It's Radar, and the animals are good. It's Radar, and I want ya to hang on at night, or you'll go flyin' when the earth spins. It's Radar, and I wanna know if you're still alive. But he's gotta be alive or I wouldn't be feelin' him, right?
I hope so. They don't call me Radar for nothin'. I dunno what I'd do if I lost that. So when I lie down and I start to feel the spinnin', I try to think somethin' over to him, with all my might. Hawkeye, it's Radar. Hang on, wouldja? Hang on and come back home. Please.
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Date: 2006-10-17 01:29 pm (UTC)Hope there's more from you soon!
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Date: 2006-10-17 07:09 pm (UTC)I see the whole vibe between the two as a bit of ongoing mis-comprehension, mostly on Radar's part. In my dirty mind, Hawk is getting the idea near the end. I have an idea for where I want this to go - a bit self-indulgent, but this is fanfic. :p
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:36 pm (UTC)*pets Radar and Hawkeye*
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Date: 2006-10-17 07:09 pm (UTC)*pets your icon*
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Date: 2008-02-06 10:29 pm (UTC)Now I have to go dig around on your site and see if I can find more. :)
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