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mash_slashWow! I wrote something, that hasn't happened in a long time. It's
not a very good something but I will keep going now that I finally
started. I mean it this time.
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Title: Stronghold
Author: Broncobabe007
Rating: PG
Summary: For a year now it had been Trapper but suddenly he was
gone, a rock eroded away by a swift current.
The river of wounded never stopped. It flowed with an alarming constancy through the small camp. Sometimes he could feel himself being swept away by it, feel it pull his feet out from under him but there had always been something, or rather someone, to grab onto and haul him up. For a year now it had been Trapper but suddenly he was gone, a rock eroded away by a swift current. Hawkeye shook his head trying to clear the image, Trapper was not gone, he was lying in his cot as any sane person would be at 1 AM; not that Trapper was a sane person.
Hawkeye shuddered at the idea of Trapper leaving. He had not gone; he had withdrawn which was completely different. Withdrawn implied he could be brought back with enough convincing, gone was just gone. “Trap?” he called quietly, not wanting to wake Frank. His only reply was a gentle snore. “Trust Trapper John to make life difficult,” he whispered into the night. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and trudged over to his friend’s cot. “Tra-ap! Oh Trapper!” he sung. He rolled his eyes, beginning to wonder if anything could break into the dream world in which Trapper presently resided. He blew on his face to no avail. Resigning himself to the fact Trapper’s dreams were more inviting than reality he slipped onto the cot, trying not to wake him. Such was Trapper’s slumber that Hawkeye managed to climb in and make himself comfortable without rousing him.
The sun peeked though, just enough to wake Hawkeye. He looked up at his friend and smiled. “Glad to see you woke up. If you hadn’t been snoring last night I would’ve declared you dead.”
“Okay, that’s nice. Why are you in my bed?”
“If I had an answer for that, I would have an answer for that.”
“You get stranger every single day, you do realise this don’t you?”
“Sure do,” he paused and looked down briefly. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you?” He winced, realising how clingy he sounded.
Trapper looked shocked at the thought. He manoeuvred his arms around Hawkeye. “I would never leave you,” he whispered, leaning to plant a tiny kiss on the top of Hawkeye’s head.
They remained like that for a while, drifting in and out of sleep. Hawkeye could not help but smile, maybe his rock had not eroded; maybe it had just been tired. These little maybes led to the biggest maybe one can ever hope for in a war zone, maybe it would all be all right.
not a very good something but I will keep going now that I finally
started. I mean it this time.
***
Title: Stronghold
Author: Broncobabe007
Rating: PG
Summary: For a year now it had been Trapper but suddenly he was
gone, a rock eroded away by a swift current.
The river of wounded never stopped. It flowed with an alarming constancy through the small camp. Sometimes he could feel himself being swept away by it, feel it pull his feet out from under him but there had always been something, or rather someone, to grab onto and haul him up. For a year now it had been Trapper but suddenly he was gone, a rock eroded away by a swift current. Hawkeye shook his head trying to clear the image, Trapper was not gone, he was lying in his cot as any sane person would be at 1 AM; not that Trapper was a sane person.
Hawkeye shuddered at the idea of Trapper leaving. He had not gone; he had withdrawn which was completely different. Withdrawn implied he could be brought back with enough convincing, gone was just gone. “Trap?” he called quietly, not wanting to wake Frank. His only reply was a gentle snore. “Trust Trapper John to make life difficult,” he whispered into the night. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and trudged over to his friend’s cot. “Tra-ap! Oh Trapper!” he sung. He rolled his eyes, beginning to wonder if anything could break into the dream world in which Trapper presently resided. He blew on his face to no avail. Resigning himself to the fact Trapper’s dreams were more inviting than reality he slipped onto the cot, trying not to wake him. Such was Trapper’s slumber that Hawkeye managed to climb in and make himself comfortable without rousing him.
The sun peeked though, just enough to wake Hawkeye. He looked up at his friend and smiled. “Glad to see you woke up. If you hadn’t been snoring last night I would’ve declared you dead.”
“Okay, that’s nice. Why are you in my bed?”
“If I had an answer for that, I would have an answer for that.”
“You get stranger every single day, you do realise this don’t you?”
“Sure do,” he paused and looked down briefly. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you?” He winced, realising how clingy he sounded.
Trapper looked shocked at the thought. He manoeuvred his arms around Hawkeye. “I would never leave you,” he whispered, leaning to plant a tiny kiss on the top of Hawkeye’s head.
They remained like that for a while, drifting in and out of sleep. Hawkeye could not help but smile, maybe his rock had not eroded; maybe it had just been tired. These little maybes led to the biggest maybe one can ever hope for in a war zone, maybe it would all be all right.
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Date: 2004-05-15 05:01 am (UTC)*sighs* poor hawkeye. i'd kiss him too. perhaps not only..no it's ok