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... that I wrote for this week's mash100th prompt of stuck:


Title: Stuck
Author: Me
Prompt: Stuck
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Title: A Wrong Decision
Author: Me
Prompt: Stuck
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A Wrong Decision

Some drabbles ...

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... that I wrote for this week's mash100th prompt of stuck:


Title: Stuck
Author: Me
Prompt: Stuck
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own anything. Don’t sue … no money.
Feedback: Would be appreciated - good or bad.

Stuck



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Title: A Wrong Decision
Author: Me
Prompt: Stuck
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A Wrong Decision

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... for mash100th. This prompt was convince



Title: Convince 1 & 2
Author: Me
Prompt: Convince
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Title: Believe
Author: Me
Prompt: Convince
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Title: Remove
Author: Me
Prompt: Convince
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Remove

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... for mash100th. This prompt was convince



Title: Convince 1 & 2
Author: Me
Prompt: Convince
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Title: Believe
Author: Me
Prompt: Convince
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Title: Remove
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Prompt: Convince
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Remove

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Title: Five Years Is A Long Time

Chapter 1: An Awkward Reunion

Author: captain_lubey

Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper and appearances from pretty much all the old 4077th gang.

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, sexual acts in later chapters, occasional swearing

Disclaimer: I own MASH…not

Author’s Notes: I published this on ff.net at the beginning of the year but I thought I’d see how it would go on LJ. It’s almost but not quite finished. Oh, and my OTP is still H/BJ ;-)

Summary: Hawkeye and Trapper meet up three years after the war. But it becomes clear almost immediately that things will never be the same as they once were.

( The last time they had seen each other was when Hawkeye was climbing into a jeep to go to Tokyo )

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Title: Five Years Is A Long Time

Chapter 1: An Awkward Reunion

Author: captain_lubey

Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper and appearances from pretty much all the old 4077th gang.

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, sexual acts in later chapters, occasional swearing

Disclaimer: I own MASH…not

Author’s Notes: I published this on ff.net at the beginning of the year but I thought I’d see how it would go on LJ. It’s almost but not quite finished. Oh, and my OTP is still H/BJ ;-)

Summary: Hawkeye and Trapper meet up three years after the war. But it becomes clear almost immediately that things will never be the same as they once were.

( The last time they had seen each other was when Hawkeye was climbing into a jeep to go to Tokyo )

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Title: Five Years Is A Long Time

Chapter 2: Conflicting Emotions

Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: captain_lubey   Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper and appearances from pretty much all the old 4077th gang. Rating: M Warnings: Slash, sexual acts in later chapters, occasional swearing Disclaimer: I own MASH…not Author’s Notes: I published this on ff.net at the beginning of the year but I thought I’d see how it would go on LJ. It’s almost but not quite finished. Oh, and my OTP is still H/BJ ;-) Summary: Old wounds are reopened after an awkward dinner with the McIntyre family. ‘It’s so nice to finally meet you Hawkeye.’ Louise shook the doctor’s hand furiously and led him into the living room. ‘Dinner will be ready in a few minutes please make yourself comfortable.’ Louise made her way back into the kitchen, her red ponytail swinging back and forth as she went. Trapper smiled fondly after his wife. ‘She’s something ain’t she?’ Hawkeye shrugged. ‘Where are your daughters?’ ‘Upstairs I guess. Becky just started seventh grade so she’ll be doing homework. Kathy is probably on the phone talking to one of her many friends.’ ‘I’m looking forward to meeting them.’ Trapper frowned. ‘Stop being so formal Hawk, this is me. Trapper, you’re old army buddy. The guy who helped you put Frank’s arm in a cast. The one who built the still, the one—‘ ‘Alright I’m sorry. I’m just a little tired that’s all.’ Trapper’s honey eyes suddenly clouded over. ‘Our friendship is never gonna be the same again is it?’ Before Hawkeye could reply Louise announced that dinner was ready and the two men eagerly made their way into the dining room where the table was set for five people. Becky and Kathy thundered down the stairs seconds later and Hawkeye was taken aback at how attractive they were. Becky (who was thirteen according to Trapper) looked about 16 and bore a remarkable resemblance to her father. Her long strawberry blonde hair hung about her shoulders in delicate ringlets and her honey eyes were the same size and shape as Trapper’s. When she caught sight of Hawkeye, Becky smiled and the raven-haired doctor saw that she had also inherited Trapper’s crooked ‘devil may care’ grin. Kathy was more of a mixture of the two parents. Her hair was also curly but was the same bright red as Louise’s and her eyes were pale green, almost aqua. When the eleven-year-old smiled she revealed that she had a gap where a new tooth was just starting to grow in next to her eye tooth. Trapper grinned at his daughters. ‘Girls, this is Doctor Hawkeye Pierce.’ ‘Hi Dr Pierce.’ Replied the girls in unison and they sat down on either side of Louise. Dinner was a rather awkward affair with Trapper trying to regale his family with tales of the 4077th and Kathy and Becky talking about their studies. All the while Hawkeye ate quietly and observed the family around him. They weren’t perfect but they suited each other. Hawkeye knew that Louise was aware of Trapper’s wanderings and she herself had done the same but the couple still loved each other. He doubted whether she knew of what he and her husband had gotten up to in Korea of course (would she have allowed Hawkeye to come if that was the case?) Hawkeye wanted so much to hate the woman sitting across from him but she was just too nice. Louise was actually a lot like him if Hawkeye really thought about it. They shared the same sense of humour and they loved Trapper…I guess that’s where the similarities end. Conversation had ceased and Hawkeye was suddenly aware that Louise had asked him a question. ‘I’m sorry could you repeat that?’ asked the doctor who felt slightly embarrassed. Louise narrowed her eyes for a fraction of a second. ‘I just asked if you have kept in contact with other member’s of the 4077th.’ ‘Oh, yeah sure. BJ,’ Hawkeye turned to Trapper. ‘He was your replacement.’ Trapper flinched as though struck but Hawkeye continued. ‘Our CO Colonel Potter, Margaret, Radar, Klinger, Father Mulcahy and occasionally I get a letter from Charles Winchester, pompous extraordinaire.’ ‘What does pompous mean Dr Pierce?’ asked Kathy before sipping her milk. ‘It means a person who holds themselves in high regard and thinks they are better than everyone else.’ Another awkward silence followed this remark and Hawkeye thought it was a blessing when Louise began to clear the dishes. ‘I’m gonna go upstairs and finish my homework mum.’ Becky announced. Kathy followed her sister’s suit. ‘Me too. Good night Dr Pierce. Good night daddy.’ Both girls kissed Trapper on the cheek and went upstairs in a hurry. ‘Great kids.’ Commented Hawkeye before he and Trapper went into the living room for scotch. ‘Thanks.’ Trapper looked towards the kitchen. ‘Louise honey do you want any help?’ ‘No thanks John I’m fine, you boys catch up!’ Trapper nodded even thought he knew Louise wouldn’t see it and fixed Hawkeye a drink. The raven-haired man watched as Trapper’s slim hand delicately tilted the bottle and saw the amber liquid trickle into a shot glass. Fingers touched as the blonde man handed Hawkeye his drink. Trapper sipped his scotch and looked deep into his former best friend’s cerulean eyes. ‘We really need to talk, Hawk’ Hawkeye sighed. ‘I agree, but can’t Louise hear us?’ Trapper shook his head. ‘She always puts the radio on when she washes the dishes.’ Sure enough, the melodic sounds of Doris Day could be heard coming from the kitchen and this reassured both men that they would not be overheard. ‘Okay Hawk, level with me. Why have you been looking at me like I killed your mother all night?’ Trapper sat down next to the doctor and patiently awaited his answer. Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. ‘The same reason we almost had an argument in the parking lot before. The same reason we haven’t spoken in five years. The same reason I cried over you every night for a month after you left!’ Hawkeye paused to swallow the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. ‘Why Trap, why didn’t you say good bye? Why didn’t you contact me? Why did you wait until three years after the war ended before inviting me to visit?’ Trapper lowered his eyes and mumbled. ‘I didn’t get enough time to write you a letter, Hawk.’ ‘That’s a pretty lousy excuse fella.’ Hawkeye replied in a harsher tone than intended. ‘I know for a fact that you got drunk for two days. You could’ve spent those days attempting to write me a note!’ ‘I wouldn’t have had to leave without saying good bye at all if you hadn’t been out getting pussy from some Japanese whore!’ ‘Excuse me? I was actually looking for a gift for your birthday! And going to Geisha houses…but that’s not important!’ Hawkeye lowered his voice. ‘Did our time together mean nothing to you?’ Trapper’s eyes met Hawkeye’s and he could see the vulnerability in the younger man’s blue depths. He could see the pain of unshed tears that had built up over the course of half a decade. The worst part of all was that Trapper had caused that pain. ‘Hawk…when Radar told me he couldn’t find you anywhere in Tokyo my heart began playing the 1812 Overture. I was so worried I’d never get to say good bye that I ran to the Swamp and tried to write a note.’ Trapper looked away from his former lover for a second before going on. ‘I sat on my cot for half an hour trying to come up with the words to describe how much our time together had meant to me. I finally gave up when the jeep rolled in and beeped its horn.’ Hawkeye laughed humourlessly. ‘I wish those guys would at least say hello.’ Trapper smiled at the younger man’s attempt at lightening the mood. ‘So I rushed out of the Swamp with my bags and while the Corporal loaded them onto the jeep, Radar came out to say good bye. It was a spur of the moment thing to kiss him on the cheek but I did it.’ Trapper grinned. ‘Poor guy was almost paralysed with shock.’ This time Hawkeye’s laugh was genuine. ‘You should have seen the look on his face when he kissed me! He looked like he’d rather see Frank naked.’ Trapper laughed along with his friend but quickly stopped to continue his story. ‘So anyway, when I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If I had a nickel for every time I sat down and started a letter to you I’d be a very wealthy man, Hawk. After a year I just thought there was no point so I gave up.’ Hawkeye frowned. ‘Just like that you decided to forget me?’ ‘Do you think it was an easy decision for me to make? I was here all safe and sound with my family while I didn’t even know if you were alive, or discharged or anything!’ ‘What about me? I was standing day after day in blood pining over you! When I wasn’t in surgery or with BJ I was thinking of you! I dreamt of you, I even slept with your old black robe once! You’re leaving absolutely killed me Trap!’ Both men were interrupted by Louise. ‘John, sweetheart I’m going to bed to read okay?’ Trapper stood up to kiss his wife and Hawkeye felt the jealousy surge through his veins like poison. ‘Good night Louise.’ Trapper waited until the red head was gone before turning back to Hawkeye. The younger man’s blue eyes were filled with the sting of betrayal. ‘Do you know what it feels like to watch the person you love with someone else?’ ‘Hawk, I can’t be with you anymore.’ Trapper sat back down next to Hawkeye who immediately stiffened. ‘What we had in Korea was…fantastic but this is the real world now, we can’t be together.’ Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. ‘Are you that self absorbed that you think I want you back?’ Trapper laughed humourlessly. ‘Come on Hawk, ever since you got off the train you’ve looked like you want to kiss me. I remember that look well.’ ‘You’re a real son of a bitch you know that?’ ‘I’ve been told.’ Hawkeye stood up quickly and glared at the older man. ‘Damnit Trapper, I still love you and I can’t help it! I’m sorry that I thought coming here would help rebuild our friendship!’ Hawkeye began to make his way to the front door but Trapper grabbed his arm. ‘What do you want from me?’ there was a pleading look in the doctor’s honey eyes. ‘Just tell me if I meant anything to you. Did you love me or was I just a convenient outlet for your sexual energy?’ Trapper frowned. ‘I already told you—‘ Hawkeye was livid. ‘Your exact words were that what we had was ‘fantastic’; you never said anything about love Trap.’ Trapper rolled his eyes. ‘My God, you are such a woman!’ ‘Excuse me? I am a woman? It’s a fair question John, did you love me or not?’ Trapper stood silent for a long time debating on what to say. Finally Hawkeye took a step back out of the older man’s grip. His cerulean eyes were swimming with unshed tears. ‘I think you just answered my question.’ Hawkeye sighed and made his way towards the front door. ‘I’m sorry I came here. Tell Louise dinner was great.’ Trapper followed his former lover into the entrance. ‘Hawk wait—‘ Without looking back Hawkeye walked out the front door and made his way up the street leaving a dumbfounded Trapper in the doorway. The porch light reflected on his face and Trapper’s cheeks glistened slightly before he closed the door on his past. For chapter 1, click here ]

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Title: Five Years Is A Long Time

Chapter 2: Conflicting Emotions

Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: captain_lubey   Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper and appearances from pretty much all the old 4077th gang. Rating: M Warnings: Slash, sexual acts in later chapters, occasional swearing Disclaimer: I own MASH…not Author’s Notes: I published this on ff.net at the beginning of the year but I thought I’d see how it would go on LJ. It’s almost but not quite finished. Oh, and my OTP is still H/BJ ;-) Summary: Old wounds are reopened after an awkward dinner with the McIntyre family. ‘It’s so nice to finally meet you Hawkeye.’ Louise shook the doctor’s hand furiously and led him into the living room. ‘Dinner will be ready in a few minutes please make yourself comfortable.’ Louise made her way back into the kitchen, her red ponytail swinging back and forth as she went. Trapper smiled fondly after his wife. ‘She’s something ain’t she?’ Hawkeye shrugged. ‘Where are your daughters?’ ‘Upstairs I guess. Becky just started seventh grade so she’ll be doing homework. Kathy is probably on the phone talking to one of her many friends.’ ‘I’m looking forward to meeting them.’ Trapper frowned. ‘Stop being so formal Hawk, this is me. Trapper, you’re old army buddy. The guy who helped you put Frank’s arm in a cast. The one who built the still, the one—‘ ‘Alright I’m sorry. I’m just a little tired that’s all.’ Trapper’s honey eyes suddenly clouded over. ‘Our friendship is never gonna be the same again is it?’ Before Hawkeye could reply Louise announced that dinner was ready and the two men eagerly made their way into the dining room where the table was set for five people. Becky and Kathy thundered down the stairs seconds later and Hawkeye was taken aback at how attractive they were. Becky (who was thirteen according to Trapper) looked about 16 and bore a remarkable resemblance to her father. Her long strawberry blonde hair hung about her shoulders in delicate ringlets and her honey eyes were the same size and shape as Trapper’s. When she caught sight of Hawkeye, Becky smiled and the raven-haired doctor saw that she had also inherited Trapper’s crooked ‘devil may care’ grin. Kathy was more of a mixture of the two parents. Her hair was also curly but was the same bright red as Louise’s and her eyes were pale green, almost aqua. When the eleven-year-old smiled she revealed that she had a gap where a new tooth was just starting to grow in next to her eye tooth. Trapper grinned at his daughters. ‘Girls, this is Doctor Hawkeye Pierce.’ ‘Hi Dr Pierce.’ Replied the girls in unison and they sat down on either side of Louise. Dinner was a rather awkward affair with Trapper trying to regale his family with tales of the 4077th and Kathy and Becky talking about their studies. All the while Hawkeye ate quietly and observed the family around him. They weren’t perfect but they suited each other. Hawkeye knew that Louise was aware of Trapper’s wanderings and she herself had done the same but the couple still loved each other. He doubted whether she knew of what he and her husband had gotten up to in Korea of course (would she have allowed Hawkeye to come if that was the case?) Hawkeye wanted so much to hate the woman sitting across from him but she was just too nice. Louise was actually a lot like him if Hawkeye really thought about it. They shared the same sense of humour and they loved Trapper…I guess that’s where the similarities end. Conversation had ceased and Hawkeye was suddenly aware that Louise had asked him a question. ‘I’m sorry could you repeat that?’ asked the doctor who felt slightly embarrassed. Louise narrowed her eyes for a fraction of a second. ‘I just asked if you have kept in contact with other member’s of the 4077th.’ ‘Oh, yeah sure. BJ,’ Hawkeye turned to Trapper. ‘He was your replacement.’ Trapper flinched as though struck but Hawkeye continued. ‘Our CO Colonel Potter, Margaret, Radar, Klinger, Father Mulcahy and occasionally I get a letter from Charles Winchester, pompous extraordinaire.’ ‘What does pompous mean Dr Pierce?’ asked Kathy before sipping her milk. ‘It means a person who holds themselves in high regard and thinks they are better than everyone else.’ Another awkward silence followed this remark and Hawkeye thought it was a blessing when Louise began to clear the dishes. ‘I’m gonna go upstairs and finish my homework mum.’ Becky announced. Kathy followed her sister’s suit. ‘Me too. Good night Dr Pierce. Good night daddy.’ Both girls kissed Trapper on the cheek and went upstairs in a hurry. ‘Great kids.’ Commented Hawkeye before he and Trapper went into the living room for scotch. ‘Thanks.’ Trapper looked towards the kitchen. ‘Louise honey do you want any help?’ ‘No thanks John I’m fine, you boys catch up!’ Trapper nodded even thought he knew Louise wouldn’t see it and fixed Hawkeye a drink. The raven-haired man watched as Trapper’s slim hand delicately tilted the bottle and saw the amber liquid trickle into a shot glass. Fingers touched as the blonde man handed Hawkeye his drink. Trapper sipped his scotch and looked deep into his former best friend’s cerulean eyes. ‘We really need to talk, Hawk’ Hawkeye sighed. ‘I agree, but can’t Louise hear us?’ Trapper shook his head. ‘She always puts the radio on when she washes the dishes.’ Sure enough, the melodic sounds of Doris Day could be heard coming from the kitchen and this reassured both men that they would not be overheard. ‘Okay Hawk, level with me. Why have you been looking at me like I killed your mother all night?’ Trapper sat down next to the doctor and patiently awaited his answer. Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. ‘The same reason we almost had an argument in the parking lot before. The same reason we haven’t spoken in five years. The same reason I cried over you every night for a month after you left!’ Hawkeye paused to swallow the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. ‘Why Trap, why didn’t you say good bye? Why didn’t you contact me? Why did you wait until three years after the war ended before inviting me to visit?’ Trapper lowered his eyes and mumbled. ‘I didn’t get enough time to write you a letter, Hawk.’ ‘That’s a pretty lousy excuse fella.’ Hawkeye replied in a harsher tone than intended. ‘I know for a fact that you got drunk for two days. You could’ve spent those days attempting to write me a note!’ ‘I wouldn’t have had to leave without saying good bye at all if you hadn’t been out getting pussy from some Japanese whore!’ ‘Excuse me? I was actually looking for a gift for your birthday! And going to Geisha houses…but that’s not important!’ Hawkeye lowered his voice. ‘Did our time together mean nothing to you?’ Trapper’s eyes met Hawkeye’s and he could see the vulnerability in the younger man’s blue depths. He could see the pain of unshed tears that had built up over the course of half a decade. The worst part of all was that Trapper had caused that pain. ‘Hawk…when Radar told me he couldn’t find you anywhere in Tokyo my heart began playing the 1812 Overture. I was so worried I’d never get to say good bye that I ran to the Swamp and tried to write a note.’ Trapper looked away from his former lover for a second before going on. ‘I sat on my cot for half an hour trying to come up with the words to describe how much our time together had meant to me. I finally gave up when the jeep rolled in and beeped its horn.’ Hawkeye laughed humourlessly. ‘I wish those guys would at least say hello.’ Trapper smiled at the younger man’s attempt at lightening the mood. ‘So I rushed out of the Swamp with my bags and while the Corporal loaded them onto the jeep, Radar came out to say good bye. It was a spur of the moment thing to kiss him on the cheek but I did it.’ Trapper grinned. ‘Poor guy was almost paralysed with shock.’ This time Hawkeye’s laugh was genuine. ‘You should have seen the look on his face when he kissed me! He looked like he’d rather see Frank naked.’ Trapper laughed along with his friend but quickly stopped to continue his story. ‘So anyway, when I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If I had a nickel for every time I sat down and started a letter to you I’d be a very wealthy man, Hawk. After a year I just thought there was no point so I gave up.’ Hawkeye frowned. ‘Just like that you decided to forget me?’ ‘Do you think it was an easy decision for me to make? I was here all safe and sound with my family while I didn’t even know if you were alive, or discharged or anything!’ ‘What about me? I was standing day after day in blood pining over you! When I wasn’t in surgery or with BJ I was thinking of you! I dreamt of you, I even slept with your old black robe once! You’re leaving absolutely killed me Trap!’ Both men were interrupted by Louise. ‘John, sweetheart I’m going to bed to read okay?’ Trapper stood up to kiss his wife and Hawkeye felt the jealousy surge through his veins like poison. ‘Good night Louise.’ Trapper waited until the red head was gone before turning back to Hawkeye. The younger man’s blue eyes were filled with the sting of betrayal. ‘Do you know what it feels like to watch the person you love with someone else?’ ‘Hawk, I can’t be with you anymore.’ Trapper sat back down next to Hawkeye who immediately stiffened. ‘What we had in Korea was…fantastic but this is the real world now, we can’t be together.’ Hawkeye narrowed his eyes. ‘Are you that self absorbed that you think I want you back?’ Trapper laughed humourlessly. ‘Come on Hawk, ever since you got off the train you’ve looked like you want to kiss me. I remember that look well.’ ‘You’re a real son of a bitch you know that?’ ‘I’ve been told.’ Hawkeye stood up quickly and glared at the older man. ‘Damnit Trapper, I still love you and I can’t help it! I’m sorry that I thought coming here would help rebuild our friendship!’ Hawkeye began to make his way to the front door but Trapper grabbed his arm. ‘What do you want from me?’ there was a pleading look in the doctor’s honey eyes. ‘Just tell me if I meant anything to you. Did you love me or was I just a convenient outlet for your sexual energy?’ Trapper frowned. ‘I already told you—‘ Hawkeye was livid. ‘Your exact words were that what we had was ‘fantastic’; you never said anything about love Trap.’ Trapper rolled his eyes. ‘My God, you are such a woman!’ ‘Excuse me? I am a woman? It’s a fair question John, did you love me or not?’ Trapper stood silent for a long time debating on what to say. Finally Hawkeye took a step back out of the older man’s grip. His cerulean eyes were swimming with unshed tears. ‘I think you just answered my question.’ Hawkeye sighed and made his way towards the front door. ‘I’m sorry I came here. Tell Louise dinner was great.’ Trapper followed his former lover into the entrance. ‘Hawk wait—‘ Without looking back Hawkeye walked out the front door and made his way up the street leaving a dumbfounded Trapper in the doorway. The porch light reflected on his face and Trapper’s cheeks glistened slightly before he closed the door on his past. For chapter 1, click here ]