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I've just realised that a lot of the stuff I've been writing has been in relation to bed/sleeping/exhaustion and none on purpose. So, the latest string of ficlets for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100. I'm starting to put a dent in it, slowly :) Please review/comment/criticise, it would be greatly appreciated.
Title: Just Be.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 038. Touch
Word Count: 221
Rating: 13+
He’s so tired he can’t sleep, he doesn’t remember how, he doesn’t know anything but this: face up on his cot, bloodshot eyes burning holes through the ceiling. He’s so tired he feels dead and he would try to save himself but he can’t because even his resolve is too heavy. It might be yesterday or tomorrow or one day next week, but the only way he counts time anymore is by the wounded solider. Five every hour, carry the relapse, subtract the amputations. He can’t sleep because he lost time because what does a dying kid care with hours anyway? There’s just here and now and pushing through, even if there’s no way back.
“How do you feel about staging a revolt?” something warm moves up and along his side, moulding against him like second skin; freezing all the blurry moments and blocking out the drone of existence. Easy breaths form deep in his chest and his arms move, as if on cue, to envelop the life beside him. It tingles through his bloodstream, soothing out the wrinkles in his heart. He finds his voice, though it crackles under pressure,
“Not now dear, I’m too tired.”
He remembers to shut his eyes, to relax into the nothingness and to trust this moment will still be here when he wakes up.
Title: Here comes the sun.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 031. Sunrise
Word Count: 100
Rating: 13+
They step out from the OR, the weight of ten hours surgery crumpling at their backbones. They use each other as a crutch; sides jostling, feet treading; like a crooked dance, rehearsed and malpracticed, never breaking the touch.
They stop briefly as a soft glow swims toward them, washing out the shadow as it moves. It clears a path across the compound, luring them onward, luring them from the sludge and bloodied hope.
“The sun,” and it’s almost said with disbelief, the world so far away now.
“It always comes back.”
They’re so tired they almost wish it wasn’t true.
Title: Sleeping easy.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 032. Sunset
Word Count: 185
Rating: 13+
Hawkeye pulls himself from dead, misreads the climb and lands on the Swamp floor with a thud. B.J laughs somewhere out of view, because view is just army boots and broken pieces of the old still.
“When did it get dark?” he mumbles, yawns, sits up and rests his back on the cot. B.J’s darning his socks in the dim light; Charles’ corner of hell, empty.
“Some time between when you fell asleep and when you woke up,” B.J replies, the needle and thread in his mouth, the sock spread over his hand like a glove.
“Dinner?”
“Grilled slop with a side of grease. Radar ate for you.”
“That kid’s going places. Still any cake from Peg?”
B.J digs under his cot with his free hand, throws Hawkeye the tin, who catches it with his lap. It’s chocolate fudge, less sweeter by the day, stale in his mouth like clumped sand. Nonetheless.
“I hear snacking through the night gives you nightmares,” B.J says, expression blank, needle in his sock.
Hawkeye finishes his mouthful, stands, five minutes until he’s due in Post Op, “I’ll risk it.”
Title: Over there.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: B.J/Hawkeye
Prompt: 045. Moon
Word Count: 182
Rating: 13+
Big Damn Table:Here
“I’m telling you, it’s cheese,”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m a genius.”
"Would you keep your head on this planet for five minutes? Whether the moon is cheese or chinchillas, I’m still going to beat you.”
“Now that’s insane. Look – look at those craters. It’s the Swiss. They built it out of cheese, to feed their army … the Swiss … and all that time we thought it was North Korea.”
“Make your move, Hawkeye.”
“OK, Einstein, what do you think it is then? Rock?”
“As imprudent as it sounds, yes. Make. Your. Move.”
“Let’s go there. We’ll take Igor and he can make us tuna melts.”
“And then onto Mars for Rhubarb Pie?”
“Now you’re thinking.”
“You have one more shade of annoying before I make the move for you.”
Hawkeye leans in and kisses him quickly, smiling as he pulls away, smiling as he curls a hand around B.J’s inner thigh and looks back up again.
“Forget the game. Watch the sky.”
It’s a ploy, but B.J would give away any victory to see the gleam in Hawk’s eyes.
“OK. I’m watching.”
fanfic100. I'm starting to put a dent in it, slowly :) Please review/comment/criticise, it would be greatly appreciated.Title: Just Be.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 038. Touch
Word Count: 221
Rating: 13+
He’s so tired he can’t sleep, he doesn’t remember how, he doesn’t know anything but this: face up on his cot, bloodshot eyes burning holes through the ceiling. He’s so tired he feels dead and he would try to save himself but he can’t because even his resolve is too heavy. It might be yesterday or tomorrow or one day next week, but the only way he counts time anymore is by the wounded solider. Five every hour, carry the relapse, subtract the amputations. He can’t sleep because he lost time because what does a dying kid care with hours anyway? There’s just here and now and pushing through, even if there’s no way back.
“How do you feel about staging a revolt?” something warm moves up and along his side, moulding against him like second skin; freezing all the blurry moments and blocking out the drone of existence. Easy breaths form deep in his chest and his arms move, as if on cue, to envelop the life beside him. It tingles through his bloodstream, soothing out the wrinkles in his heart. He finds his voice, though it crackles under pressure,
“Not now dear, I’m too tired.”
He remembers to shut his eyes, to relax into the nothingness and to trust this moment will still be here when he wakes up.
Title: Here comes the sun.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 031. Sunrise
Word Count: 100
Rating: 13+
They step out from the OR, the weight of ten hours surgery crumpling at their backbones. They use each other as a crutch; sides jostling, feet treading; like a crooked dance, rehearsed and malpracticed, never breaking the touch.
They stop briefly as a soft glow swims toward them, washing out the shadow as it moves. It clears a path across the compound, luring them onward, luring them from the sludge and bloodied hope.
“The sun,” and it’s almost said with disbelief, the world so far away now.
“It always comes back.”
They’re so tired they almost wish it wasn’t true.
Title: Sleeping easy.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: Hawkeye/B.J
Prompt: 032. Sunset
Word Count: 185
Rating: 13+
Hawkeye pulls himself from dead, misreads the climb and lands on the Swamp floor with a thud. B.J laughs somewhere out of view, because view is just army boots and broken pieces of the old still.
“When did it get dark?” he mumbles, yawns, sits up and rests his back on the cot. B.J’s darning his socks in the dim light; Charles’ corner of hell, empty.
“Some time between when you fell asleep and when you woke up,” B.J replies, the needle and thread in his mouth, the sock spread over his hand like a glove.
“Dinner?”
“Grilled slop with a side of grease. Radar ate for you.”
“That kid’s going places. Still any cake from Peg?”
B.J digs under his cot with his free hand, throws Hawkeye the tin, who catches it with his lap. It’s chocolate fudge, less sweeter by the day, stale in his mouth like clumped sand. Nonetheless.
“I hear snacking through the night gives you nightmares,” B.J says, expression blank, needle in his sock.
Hawkeye finishes his mouthful, stands, five minutes until he’s due in Post Op, “I’ll risk it.”
Title: Over there.
Fandom: MASH
Characters: B.J/Hawkeye
Prompt: 045. Moon
Word Count: 182
Rating: 13+
Big Damn Table:Here
“I’m telling you, it’s cheese,”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m a genius.”
"Would you keep your head on this planet for five minutes? Whether the moon is cheese or chinchillas, I’m still going to beat you.”
“Now that’s insane. Look – look at those craters. It’s the Swiss. They built it out of cheese, to feed their army … the Swiss … and all that time we thought it was North Korea.”
“Make your move, Hawkeye.”
“OK, Einstein, what do you think it is then? Rock?”
“As imprudent as it sounds, yes. Make. Your. Move.”
“Let’s go there. We’ll take Igor and he can make us tuna melts.”
“And then onto Mars for Rhubarb Pie?”
“Now you’re thinking.”
“You have one more shade of annoying before I make the move for you.”
Hawkeye leans in and kisses him quickly, smiling as he pulls away, smiling as he curls a hand around B.J’s inner thigh and looks back up again.
“Forget the game. Watch the sky.”
It’s a ploy, but B.J would give away any victory to see the gleam in Hawk’s eyes.
“OK. I’m watching.”