[mijmeraar] don't we all? pt 1 of 1, 15+
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mash_slashTitle: Don't we all?
Prompt: Triangle.
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Rating: 15+
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fanfic100. One of those Hawkeye Is A Whore ficlets.
BJ met Nurse Able as she scurried around the Supply Tent looking for her shirt. Hawkeye tried to introduce them, between muffled bouts of laughter, and BJ said, “It’s nice to meet you,” to the wall. Hawkeye stayed undressed and unabashed.
Before BJ could ask, “So, how long have you two been …” he met Nurse Bigelow, the back of her at least, and her “Hello” was actually, “Oh, God, please.” Hawkeye only smiled at him, a flicker of a wink, no explanation, no empty excuses. He just was, and they all knew it anyway.
While BJ came to his conclusions – ladies man, he gathered, and he’d met a few of those – he found Hawkeye in X-Ray with a soldier, due back at the front. No hero worship, no farewell favours; sex between two adults of consent. That consent was quiet, muffled: there, yes, there and that.
Though BJ was the best friend [and not the first or fairest, he might add] he resented them all, expected them of crimes they’d quickly admit. Never mind gender, race or creed – if there was warm flesh to cling to, hide in, there was Hawkeye. Nurse’s Tent. Showers. VIP. BJ half imagined it was showboat. All song and dance for him.
“Where’s the line, Hawk?” BJ asks, further down the road, before it forks.
“Which line’s that, Beej?” comes the reply, and he may sound perplexed, but that’s just sound. “Beeline? Pipeline? Age lines? I have a lot of those.”
“Your line. Where do you draw the line?”
“Preferably on canvas, but I was never one for -”
“Married people? Do you draw the line at married people?”
Hawkeye empties his martini glass, throws it over his left shoulder for luck. “Depends on the married person. Remember if you will, Carlye Breslin.”
“Carlye Breslin Walton.” BJ remembers.
“Right, of course, so maybe I only sleep with married people who change their last name.”
“Or maybe you only sleep with married people when you’re in love with them.”
BJ wonders if there’s universes, all parallel; three turns back and do a left, instead of taking a right. He wonders if this other BJ would say, and what about me do you love me? but thinks no, not that, I couldn’t bear to hear him lie. There’s no wordless chatter about BJ and Hawkeye [Hawk and Beej] because it’s obvious enough, like spinach in your teeth and blood on your face.
When BJ comes across Hawkeye, later, [three turns back and right] he’s not with anyone.
He’s waiting.
Prompt: Triangle.
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye
Rating: 15+
AN: scribbles for
fanfic100. One of those Hawkeye Is A Whore ficlets.BJ met Nurse Able as she scurried around the Supply Tent looking for her shirt. Hawkeye tried to introduce them, between muffled bouts of laughter, and BJ said, “It’s nice to meet you,” to the wall. Hawkeye stayed undressed and unabashed.
Before BJ could ask, “So, how long have you two been …” he met Nurse Bigelow, the back of her at least, and her “Hello” was actually, “Oh, God, please.” Hawkeye only smiled at him, a flicker of a wink, no explanation, no empty excuses. He just was, and they all knew it anyway.
While BJ came to his conclusions – ladies man, he gathered, and he’d met a few of those – he found Hawkeye in X-Ray with a soldier, due back at the front. No hero worship, no farewell favours; sex between two adults of consent. That consent was quiet, muffled: there, yes, there and that.
Though BJ was the best friend [and not the first or fairest, he might add] he resented them all, expected them of crimes they’d quickly admit. Never mind gender, race or creed – if there was warm flesh to cling to, hide in, there was Hawkeye. Nurse’s Tent. Showers. VIP. BJ half imagined it was showboat. All song and dance for him.
“Where’s the line, Hawk?” BJ asks, further down the road, before it forks.
“Which line’s that, Beej?” comes the reply, and he may sound perplexed, but that’s just sound. “Beeline? Pipeline? Age lines? I have a lot of those.”
“Your line. Where do you draw the line?”
“Preferably on canvas, but I was never one for -”
“Married people? Do you draw the line at married people?”
Hawkeye empties his martini glass, throws it over his left shoulder for luck. “Depends on the married person. Remember if you will, Carlye Breslin.”
“Carlye Breslin Walton.” BJ remembers.
“Right, of course, so maybe I only sleep with married people who change their last name.”
“Or maybe you only sleep with married people when you’re in love with them.”
BJ wonders if there’s universes, all parallel; three turns back and do a left, instead of taking a right. He wonders if this other BJ would say, and what about me do you love me? but thinks no, not that, I couldn’t bear to hear him lie. There’s no wordless chatter about BJ and Hawkeye [Hawk and Beej] because it’s obvious enough, like spinach in your teeth and blood on your face.
When BJ comes across Hawkeye, later, [three turns back and right] he’s not with anyone.
He’s waiting.
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Date: 2007-04-30 03:09 pm (UTC):-) xx
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Date: 2007-05-01 12:21 pm (UTC):-) xx
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Date: 2007-04-30 03:16 pm (UTC)Fics like this were done all the time back when I first joined the M*A*S*H fandom. And it's understandable; Hawkeye was a big skank on the show. But no one ever does it right. I'm sure I've tried and failed miserably. This is pretty much the first fic I've ever seen that does it true to BOTH characters (most hardly ever did it true to one) and true to the spirit of M*A*S*H, all while retaining the special Lisa style. The last two lines...man. Just perfect, as usual.
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Date: 2007-05-01 12:20 am (UTC)Awesome fic, Lisa :-)
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Date: 2007-05-01 12:26 pm (UTC)thanks, you ;)
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Date: 2007-05-01 12:27 pm (UTC)thanks for reading :)
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