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mash_slash2004-02-17 09:47 pm
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Here's my recently finished story. Credit and many hugs to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
onlymonkeh for the beta.
Author: Lyra Haze
Title: Some Nights
Pairing: Hawkeye/Radar (implied)
Rating: PG to PG-13 I'd say.
Category: General/Romance
Some Nights.
Some nights Radar dreams of Iowa.
Some nights he dreams of his mother, his uncle Ed, of his pet goat and all of his other animals. Sometimes he dreams about the time his uncle Ed almost got killed by a thresher. There had been so much blood coming from the cut in his leg that they thought it would have to be amputated.
Some nights he dreams that his uncle Ed is one of the wounded on the chopper. Nights that bring those dreams cause Radar to wake up in cold sweat with the desire to throw up.
Some nights he dreams of all of the wounded who pass through there and how he wishes he could help in more ways than he already does.
Some nights he dreams about Milton Glass.
Good old Milt. Radar’s best friend before he’d gone off to the Army.
“Aw, come on Walter! You mean you’ve never kissed a girl in your life?
“Never. Maybe it’s the girls.”
“Or maybe it’s just you.”
He’d shown Radar how to kiss a girl. He’d pinned Radar to the wall and shoved his lips on him and everything. His mother had come up to get Milton and found them kissing. She’d waited until Milton was out of the house before scolding her son.
“How could you do this to me?! Kissing another boy is a SIN Walter! A sin!
“I’m sorry Ma! It wasn’t anything big-“
“I’m ashamed of you Walter. Go to your room and don’t come out until tomorrow.”
It wasn’t easy forgetting the feel of Milt’s lips on his. Or the feeling of his hands entangled in his hair. Or feeling those sea-blue eyes boring into his as he pinned Radar to the wall.
The next day when he talked to Milton about it, Milty had just laughed it off and made like it had never happened. A little dose of wit and a grin and it had never even happened. A dose of wit and a grin were Radar’s only real memory of the incident.
Some nights he dreams of Hawkeye. The wit, the smile, the eyes . . . and there’s Milton Glass with his sea-blue eyes and cheeky grin pushing his lips against Radar’s once again.
Those dreams are always the best for him.
onlymonkeh for the beta.Author: Lyra Haze
Title: Some Nights
Pairing: Hawkeye/Radar (implied)
Rating: PG to PG-13 I'd say.
Category: General/Romance
Some Nights.
Some nights Radar dreams of Iowa.
Some nights he dreams of his mother, his uncle Ed, of his pet goat and all of his other animals. Sometimes he dreams about the time his uncle Ed almost got killed by a thresher. There had been so much blood coming from the cut in his leg that they thought it would have to be amputated.
Some nights he dreams that his uncle Ed is one of the wounded on the chopper. Nights that bring those dreams cause Radar to wake up in cold sweat with the desire to throw up.
Some nights he dreams of all of the wounded who pass through there and how he wishes he could help in more ways than he already does.
Some nights he dreams about Milton Glass.
Good old Milt. Radar’s best friend before he’d gone off to the Army.
“Aw, come on Walter! You mean you’ve never kissed a girl in your life?
“Never. Maybe it’s the girls.”
“Or maybe it’s just you.”
He’d shown Radar how to kiss a girl. He’d pinned Radar to the wall and shoved his lips on him and everything. His mother had come up to get Milton and found them kissing. She’d waited until Milton was out of the house before scolding her son.
“How could you do this to me?! Kissing another boy is a SIN Walter! A sin!
“I’m sorry Ma! It wasn’t anything big-“
“I’m ashamed of you Walter. Go to your room and don’t come out until tomorrow.”
It wasn’t easy forgetting the feel of Milt’s lips on his. Or the feeling of his hands entangled in his hair. Or feeling those sea-blue eyes boring into his as he pinned Radar to the wall.
The next day when he talked to Milton about it, Milty had just laughed it off and made like it had never happened. A little dose of wit and a grin and it had never even happened. A dose of wit and a grin were Radar’s only real memory of the incident.
Some nights he dreams of Hawkeye. The wit, the smile, the eyes . . . and there’s Milton Glass with his sea-blue eyes and cheeky grin pushing his lips against Radar’s once again.
Those dreams are always the best for him.