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mash_slashTitle: Mentality
Author: Katie
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: R
Pairing: Hawkeye/Lyle (non-con)
Genres: episode-related (Springtime), angst (well, teen angst), rape, AU, pre-war
Warnings: Rape, AU
Summary: Teen Hawkeye doesn’t have a conscience. Teen Lyle doesn’t have a clue. “Lyle would do anything for Hawkeye. Hawkeye could do anything to Lyle.”
Notes: For the ficathon. Forfallin2hell.
Challenge:
-Hawkeye/Henry, Hawkeye/Sidney, Hawkeye/Flagg, or Hawkeye/Lyle
-R
-Angst, rapefic, pre-war, AU
Lyle was much bigger than him, but that didn’t matter. Lyle was a willing participant. As much as Lyle could will to do anything. Lyle was dumb, a mongoloid, “just not right”. That’s why it was so easy for Hawkeye.
Lyle liked to tag along with Hawkeye at school. Hawkeye would let him, because it was the right thing to do. He made Lyle his special friend. None of Hawkeye’s real friends minded, because Lyle would do anything for them.
Lyle would do anything for Hawkeye.
Hawkeye could do anything to Lyle.
Lyle was like a small child. The world was new to his eyes. Everything he saw was new to him. Hawkeye made it his responsibility to show Lyle the world. He had even got Lyle a date.
On the next Saturday, Lyle was to take Betsy Newman’s “special” sister, Rhonda to Jill’s Grill for dinner. This secured an open spot in Hawkeye’s backseat for Becky Newman.
After getting the brush-off from Roxanne Patterson, Hawkeye retreated into his dad’s garage, only to find Lyle sitting on the hood of his car. “Lyle? What are you doing here?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”
Hawkeye was aggitated by Lyle’s presence. He wanted to take a drive to blow off steam, but he couldn’t with Lyle underfoot. Hawkeye sighed and took a seat on the hood of his car. “Are you ready for Saturday?”
“I don’t know, Hawkeye. I don’t know what to do with girls. Do I have to go?”
Hawkeye gritted his teeth. The only way he could get Betsy alone was for Lyle to take out her sister. “I already told Rhonda that you would. You have to go.”
Lyle got nervous at this. He started breathing heavily and muttering to himself.
Hawkeye hated when Lyle did this. “C’mon, buddy. You’ll be fine. Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
Lyle looked up at him. “Would you?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Okay.”
“Well…” Hawkeye thought for a moment. “First, you’ll pick her up at her house. You’ll tell her nice she looks. Then, you’ll walk to Jill’s Grill. Do you remember where that is?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. You’ll get a table, and a waitress will ask you what you want. You’ll order, first, so Rhonda knows what she should get. While you wait for the food, you should talk to Rhonda about school and the weather. When the bill comes, pay with the money I gave you. Then, you’ll walk her home.” Hawkeye smiled to himself. “If you’re lucky, Rhonda will let you fuck her.” What damage could it cause?
“Hawkeye, what does that mean?”
He tried to play it off. “What does what mean?”
“‘Fuck’.”
“You don’t know what ‘fuck’ means?”
“No.”
“Hmmm…” He thought of telling Lyle a total lie, like that fucking was a fishing technique. That wouldn’t be as fun. “Everybody does it. I think you should know, too.” He considered it for a moment. He was still all fired up from Roxanne, and Lyle would be none the wiser. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Would you, Hawkeye?”
“For you, I would do anything.” Hawkeye stood up. “Now, get off the car, so I can show you. Turn around, and take off you pants.”
“Hawkeye?” Lyle looked at him, doubtfully.
“Do you want me to show you, or not?”
Lyle complied. It was all downhill from there.
When he finished, he savored the feeling, then withdrew. “That was good, Lyle,” Hawkeye said, pulling up his pants. “You can get dressed, now.”
“That was it?”
“Yep. You go home, now.”
Lyle head toward the garage, but stopped. Hawkeye held his breath. “Thanks, Hawkeye.”
He exhaled. “Anytime, buddy.”
*****
Sunday morning, Hawkeye awoke with the smile of a man who had made it the previous night. He nestled into his pillow, and relived the events of Saturday night. His review was interrupted by his mother coming into his room. She had her stethoscope around her neck, and her hair was a mess.
“Mom, what’s going on?” he asked, groggily.
She seemed like she was in a different world. “I just got back from the Newman’s house. They had a quite a scare last night.”
“What happened?” He prayed that Roxanne’s parents hadn’t found out what happened between them.
“It seems that Rhonda was… raped by Lyle, last night.”
He was relieved. “Oh my God, that’s awful.”
She struggled with the words. “The policed questioned him, and he said you were the one who… told him to do it.”
Hawkeye shot up out of his bed. “That’s ludicrous! I never told him to do anything like that! Where would he get that kinda idea?”
“I don’t know. The police said—”
Hawkeye walked to his mother and looked straight in her eyes. “Look, Mom. I didn’t tell Lyle to rape that girl. You know what he’s like. Guys like him see something in a newsreel and think it’s okay. He probably got a dirty magazine from somebody at school, and it put ideas in his head. I didn’t tell him to do anything. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, can I go back to sleep?”
“Sure. I’ll be in town if you need me.” She walked into the hallway.
Hawkeye kissed his mother on the cheek and closed the door. He turned on his heel, and settled back in bed. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered if what happened in his garage made Lyle rape that girl. Probably, he thought, but what does it matter?
Author: Katie
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: R
Pairing: Hawkeye/Lyle (non-con)
Genres: episode-related (Springtime), angst (well, teen angst), rape, AU, pre-war
Warnings: Rape, AU
Summary: Teen Hawkeye doesn’t have a conscience. Teen Lyle doesn’t have a clue. “Lyle would do anything for Hawkeye. Hawkeye could do anything to Lyle.”
Notes: For the ficathon. For
fallin2hell.Challenge:
-Hawkeye/Henry, Hawkeye/Sidney, Hawkeye/Flagg, or Hawkeye/Lyle
-R
-Angst, rapefic, pre-war, AU
Lyle was much bigger than him, but that didn’t matter. Lyle was a willing participant. As much as Lyle could will to do anything. Lyle was dumb, a mongoloid, “just not right”. That’s why it was so easy for Hawkeye.
Lyle liked to tag along with Hawkeye at school. Hawkeye would let him, because it was the right thing to do. He made Lyle his special friend. None of Hawkeye’s real friends minded, because Lyle would do anything for them.
Lyle would do anything for Hawkeye.
Hawkeye could do anything to Lyle.
Lyle was like a small child. The world was new to his eyes. Everything he saw was new to him. Hawkeye made it his responsibility to show Lyle the world. He had even got Lyle a date.
On the next Saturday, Lyle was to take Betsy Newman’s “special” sister, Rhonda to Jill’s Grill for dinner. This secured an open spot in Hawkeye’s backseat for Becky Newman.
After getting the brush-off from Roxanne Patterson, Hawkeye retreated into his dad’s garage, only to find Lyle sitting on the hood of his car. “Lyle? What are you doing here?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”
Hawkeye was aggitated by Lyle’s presence. He wanted to take a drive to blow off steam, but he couldn’t with Lyle underfoot. Hawkeye sighed and took a seat on the hood of his car. “Are you ready for Saturday?”
“I don’t know, Hawkeye. I don’t know what to do with girls. Do I have to go?”
Hawkeye gritted his teeth. The only way he could get Betsy alone was for Lyle to take out her sister. “I already told Rhonda that you would. You have to go.”
Lyle got nervous at this. He started breathing heavily and muttering to himself.
Hawkeye hated when Lyle did this. “C’mon, buddy. You’ll be fine. Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
Lyle looked up at him. “Would you?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Okay.”
“Well…” Hawkeye thought for a moment. “First, you’ll pick her up at her house. You’ll tell her nice she looks. Then, you’ll walk to Jill’s Grill. Do you remember where that is?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. You’ll get a table, and a waitress will ask you what you want. You’ll order, first, so Rhonda knows what she should get. While you wait for the food, you should talk to Rhonda about school and the weather. When the bill comes, pay with the money I gave you. Then, you’ll walk her home.” Hawkeye smiled to himself. “If you’re lucky, Rhonda will let you fuck her.” What damage could it cause?
“Hawkeye, what does that mean?”
He tried to play it off. “What does what mean?”
“‘Fuck’.”
“You don’t know what ‘fuck’ means?”
“No.”
“Hmmm…” He thought of telling Lyle a total lie, like that fucking was a fishing technique. That wouldn’t be as fun. “Everybody does it. I think you should know, too.” He considered it for a moment. He was still all fired up from Roxanne, and Lyle would be none the wiser. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Would you, Hawkeye?”
“For you, I would do anything.” Hawkeye stood up. “Now, get off the car, so I can show you. Turn around, and take off you pants.”
“Hawkeye?” Lyle looked at him, doubtfully.
“Do you want me to show you, or not?”
Lyle complied. It was all downhill from there.
When he finished, he savored the feeling, then withdrew. “That was good, Lyle,” Hawkeye said, pulling up his pants. “You can get dressed, now.”
“That was it?”
“Yep. You go home, now.”
Lyle head toward the garage, but stopped. Hawkeye held his breath. “Thanks, Hawkeye.”
He exhaled. “Anytime, buddy.”
*****
Sunday morning, Hawkeye awoke with the smile of a man who had made it the previous night. He nestled into his pillow, and relived the events of Saturday night. His review was interrupted by his mother coming into his room. She had her stethoscope around her neck, and her hair was a mess.
“Mom, what’s going on?” he asked, groggily.
She seemed like she was in a different world. “I just got back from the Newman’s house. They had a quite a scare last night.”
“What happened?” He prayed that Roxanne’s parents hadn’t found out what happened between them.
“It seems that Rhonda was… raped by Lyle, last night.”
He was relieved. “Oh my God, that’s awful.”
She struggled with the words. “The policed questioned him, and he said you were the one who… told him to do it.”
Hawkeye shot up out of his bed. “That’s ludicrous! I never told him to do anything like that! Where would he get that kinda idea?”
“I don’t know. The police said—”
Hawkeye walked to his mother and looked straight in her eyes. “Look, Mom. I didn’t tell Lyle to rape that girl. You know what he’s like. Guys like him see something in a newsreel and think it’s okay. He probably got a dirty magazine from somebody at school, and it put ideas in his head. I didn’t tell him to do anything. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, can I go back to sleep?”
“Sure. I’ll be in town if you need me.” She walked into the hallway.
Hawkeye kissed his mother on the cheek and closed the door. He turned on his heel, and settled back in bed. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered if what happened in his garage made Lyle rape that girl. Probably, he thought, but what does it matter?
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