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mash_slashTitle: Peace When You Are Done.
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Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye, Lally/Pavelich
Prompt: Team Mates.
Rating: 13+
AN: The two men featured are from the Season 11 episode 'Settling Debts'. Lieutenant Pavelich is shot by a sniper and, finding out Pavelich might not walk again, Sergeant Lally vows to kill the assailant. Pavelich convinces him not to. I find the pair share an intense relationship and I wanted to explore that, juxtaposed with BJ/Hawkeye. Hope you like it. Comments adored.
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BJ stumbles upon some kind of splendour; upon Sergeant Lally at his Lieutenant’s bedside, the soft light of the Post Op room casting shadows about them. It’s long past visiting hours, past Lally’s enforced departure, and BJ should probably send the man on his way. Instead, he lurks out of view, watches, waits.
“You gave us all a great scare.” Lally admits, voice rough and broken, head bowed. It sounds less like confession and more like regret. “You gave me a great scare.”
“I’m not the superhero you … you all make me out to be,” Pavelich says, though he seems to smile, seems somewhat endeared by his Sergeant. He’s weary and weak but extends a shaky hand anyway, lays his palm down flat on the bed. “I’m okay, Tom. I’m going to be okay.”
Lally’s hand moves to clasp Pavelich’s own, to curl his fingers around. It’s almost fierce, like possessiveness, as if Lally means to have, to hold. BJ is not so much surprised, as he has seen this sentiment before, been blessed with it many a time. Instead there is a tremor of guilt that runs through him, for having stayed, for having been curious of their intentions. It’s all so clear now.
“The doc said,” Lally clears his throat, catches himself, “Yeah. The doc said you’re going to be okay.”
BJ hears Pavelich, his low breathy chuckle, “You never have been very good at hiding your emotions, Tom.”
Lally draws his chair forward, trying to keep as quiet as possible, sure not to wake any other patients. BJ watches as he hesitates, moves his head back and forth, finally dares to rest it on his Lieutenant’s chest, a long weary exhale as he does. “I let you down, I broke my promise.”
Pavelich is stroking Lally’s hair, but it seems as if he doesn’t know so, as if it is all just second nature. He doesn’t frown, or look confused, but still asks, “Promise?” as if he doesn’t know what his Sergeant speaks of.
“The promise I made you, that night we … that night. I said I wouldn’t let you down. I said I’d protect you.” His voice is sad, muffled, as if Lally wants to crawl inside his Lieutenant, hide from his mistakes, and be with the other man for always.
“Don’t blame yourself. I couldn’t handle it if you blamed yourself. Even if I don’t walk again, even if I’m stuck in a rotten wheel chair, and you have to wait on me hand and foot – I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
Lally looks up slowly, unconvinced, leans in even closer, “But all the great things you could have done for this place. For these men.”
Pavelich smiles, “I’m not dead, Tom. I’m still here.”
There’s a silence that seems to crackle with energy, BJ feeling it right down to his bones, so much that he almost fears he will give himself away. Lally moves out of his chair, slowly, and leans over his Lieutenant, leans in. It has all the markings of a budding kiss, but BJ doesn’t wait to see, allows the men the privacy they deserve.
It takes a while for him to return home, kicking stones and dust along the way, stalling. He feels as if he should say a lot of things when he gets back, try and translate all the emotion prickling in his heart, all the ideas and ideals those two men bring to his world.
Instead, he enters quietly, shuffles over to Hawkeye’s cot, pulls the blankets so they cover him completely. Hawkeye mutters in his sleep, turns his back, oblivious to the war raging on around him. BJ doesn’t wake Hawkeye, won’t disturb his moment of peace.
Instead he watches, makes silent promises, eternal vows.
I’ll protect you.
Author:
mijmeraarPairing: BJ/Hawkeye, Lally/Pavelich
Prompt: Team Mates.
Rating: 13+
AN: The two men featured are from the Season 11 episode 'Settling Debts'. Lieutenant Pavelich is shot by a sniper and, finding out Pavelich might not walk again, Sergeant Lally vows to kill the assailant. Pavelich convinces him not to. I find the pair share an intense relationship and I wanted to explore that, juxtaposed with BJ/Hawkeye. Hope you like it. Comments adored.
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BJ stumbles upon some kind of splendour; upon Sergeant Lally at his Lieutenant’s bedside, the soft light of the Post Op room casting shadows about them. It’s long past visiting hours, past Lally’s enforced departure, and BJ should probably send the man on his way. Instead, he lurks out of view, watches, waits.
“You gave us all a great scare.” Lally admits, voice rough and broken, head bowed. It sounds less like confession and more like regret. “You gave me a great scare.”
“I’m not the superhero you … you all make me out to be,” Pavelich says, though he seems to smile, seems somewhat endeared by his Sergeant. He’s weary and weak but extends a shaky hand anyway, lays his palm down flat on the bed. “I’m okay, Tom. I’m going to be okay.”
Lally’s hand moves to clasp Pavelich’s own, to curl his fingers around. It’s almost fierce, like possessiveness, as if Lally means to have, to hold. BJ is not so much surprised, as he has seen this sentiment before, been blessed with it many a time. Instead there is a tremor of guilt that runs through him, for having stayed, for having been curious of their intentions. It’s all so clear now.
“The doc said,” Lally clears his throat, catches himself, “Yeah. The doc said you’re going to be okay.”
BJ hears Pavelich, his low breathy chuckle, “You never have been very good at hiding your emotions, Tom.”
Lally draws his chair forward, trying to keep as quiet as possible, sure not to wake any other patients. BJ watches as he hesitates, moves his head back and forth, finally dares to rest it on his Lieutenant’s chest, a long weary exhale as he does. “I let you down, I broke my promise.”
Pavelich is stroking Lally’s hair, but it seems as if he doesn’t know so, as if it is all just second nature. He doesn’t frown, or look confused, but still asks, “Promise?” as if he doesn’t know what his Sergeant speaks of.
“The promise I made you, that night we … that night. I said I wouldn’t let you down. I said I’d protect you.” His voice is sad, muffled, as if Lally wants to crawl inside his Lieutenant, hide from his mistakes, and be with the other man for always.
“Don’t blame yourself. I couldn’t handle it if you blamed yourself. Even if I don’t walk again, even if I’m stuck in a rotten wheel chair, and you have to wait on me hand and foot – I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
Lally looks up slowly, unconvinced, leans in even closer, “But all the great things you could have done for this place. For these men.”
Pavelich smiles, “I’m not dead, Tom. I’m still here.”
There’s a silence that seems to crackle with energy, BJ feeling it right down to his bones, so much that he almost fears he will give himself away. Lally moves out of his chair, slowly, and leans over his Lieutenant, leans in. It has all the markings of a budding kiss, but BJ doesn’t wait to see, allows the men the privacy they deserve.
It takes a while for him to return home, kicking stones and dust along the way, stalling. He feels as if he should say a lot of things when he gets back, try and translate all the emotion prickling in his heart, all the ideas and ideals those two men bring to his world.
Instead, he enters quietly, shuffles over to Hawkeye’s cot, pulls the blankets so they cover him completely. Hawkeye mutters in his sleep, turns his back, oblivious to the war raging on around him. BJ doesn’t wake Hawkeye, won’t disturb his moment of peace.
Instead he watches, makes silent promises, eternal vows.
I’ll protect you.
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Date: 2006-12-07 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-18 02:14 am (UTC)God. It's heartwrenching and gorgeous, and so perfect for their relationship.
Pavelich is stroking Lally’s hair, but it seems as if he doesn’t know so, as if it is all just second nature.
That...I don't know why, but that's just a lovely image. I think a lot of the times, writers forget to include the little things that make a relationship, all the little touches, but you include them so perfectly.
He feels as if he should say a lot of things when he gets back, try and translate all the emotion prickling in his heart, all the ideas and ideals those two men bring to his world.
That kind of sums up my reaction to this fic, really. It's just so incredibly touching.
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Date: 2007-01-18 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
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