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mash_slashMASH fic. Not long. Okay, pathetically short. Enjoy!
SEEING
Fandom: MASH
Pairing: B-eye!
Warnings: Minor slashiness, odd point of view.
Category: Ficlet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this may or may not have happened. Hey, it's a cut scene. Title accidentally stolen from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hawkeyesmartini. Oops. Just realised that...
Summary: Tom Straw can see, just not the way he wants to...
Tom Straw had been blind for three days and already he had learnt to rely on his other senses.
Newly sensitive ears picked up the screaming from across the compound. It came closer and closer, like a banshee from the stories he heard back at home, and he could swear it was about to pluck the life from him like it had his sight.
And then the screamer had entered post-op and he recognised the voice. It was Pierce, the wisecracking, cheerful surgeon who had treated, among others, the boy in the bed next to him. The one that had been sent home only a few hours before sunset.
What had happened to him?
And his stomach flip-flopped as he heard them discussing in hurried whispers (lucky for sharp ears) the optomistrist from the evac hospital, the one that had looked at his eyes and had not replied in words, and he could smell the nauseating stench of burnt flesh, and he knew that the doctor who had calmed down other patients with his sense of humour was now as blind as he was.
After a little while the others left - he could hear army boots on the floor. Pierce had stopped screaming a long time ago, but he could still hear soft whimpers of pain from across the room.
And then Tom could hear another voice - his own doctor, Hunnicutt. He liked Hunnicutt, who had told him to call him BJ and had told him about his little girl, Erin... and who had helped him write a letter and had told him that he was one of the lucky ones when he had started crying about being blind.
It seemed that Pierce liked Hunnicutt, too, because his whimpering had almost stopped completely, and if he strained he could just hear soft murmuring.
There was a harsh squeak and a rustle of sheets, and in his mind's eye Tom saw a tall doctor lying down next to his patient. He could almost picture the white bandages over Pierce's eyes, he had felt the same rough ones over his own before the optomitrist had arrived. He saw a hand reach up, brush over a pale face, wiping tears from beneath the bandage.
He didn't need to picture the next part - he could hear the unmistakable sound of a kiss, and calm, slow breaths as Pierce fell into an exhausted sleep.
In his mind's eye, Tom saw two human beings who shared something, and he didn't need vision to be able to see what it was.
SEEING
Fandom: MASH
Pairing: B-eye!
Warnings: Minor slashiness, odd point of view.
Category: Ficlet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this may or may not have happened. Hey, it's a cut scene. Title accidentally stolen from
hawkeyesmartini. Oops. Just realised that...Summary: Tom Straw can see, just not the way he wants to...
Tom Straw had been blind for three days and already he had learnt to rely on his other senses.
Newly sensitive ears picked up the screaming from across the compound. It came closer and closer, like a banshee from the stories he heard back at home, and he could swear it was about to pluck the life from him like it had his sight.
And then the screamer had entered post-op and he recognised the voice. It was Pierce, the wisecracking, cheerful surgeon who had treated, among others, the boy in the bed next to him. The one that had been sent home only a few hours before sunset.
What had happened to him?
And his stomach flip-flopped as he heard them discussing in hurried whispers (lucky for sharp ears) the optomistrist from the evac hospital, the one that had looked at his eyes and had not replied in words, and he could smell the nauseating stench of burnt flesh, and he knew that the doctor who had calmed down other patients with his sense of humour was now as blind as he was.
After a little while the others left - he could hear army boots on the floor. Pierce had stopped screaming a long time ago, but he could still hear soft whimpers of pain from across the room.
And then Tom could hear another voice - his own doctor, Hunnicutt. He liked Hunnicutt, who had told him to call him BJ and had told him about his little girl, Erin... and who had helped him write a letter and had told him that he was one of the lucky ones when he had started crying about being blind.
It seemed that Pierce liked Hunnicutt, too, because his whimpering had almost stopped completely, and if he strained he could just hear soft murmuring.
There was a harsh squeak and a rustle of sheets, and in his mind's eye Tom saw a tall doctor lying down next to his patient. He could almost picture the white bandages over Pierce's eyes, he had felt the same rough ones over his own before the optomitrist had arrived. He saw a hand reach up, brush over a pale face, wiping tears from beneath the bandage.
He didn't need to picture the next part - he could hear the unmistakable sound of a kiss, and calm, slow breaths as Pierce fell into an exhausted sleep.
In his mind's eye, Tom saw two human beings who shared something, and he didn't need vision to be able to see what it was.
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Date: 2005-03-31 04:11 am (UTC)Not that I've given it any thought, of course. *cough*
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Date: 2005-03-31 07:00 am (UTC)Of course I can make copies. Copies for everyone!no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 07:03 am (UTC)I'll take two!no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 07:07 am (UTC)I'll upload a file to yousendit.com and keep it there FOREVER.no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 07:17 am (UTC)And eventually we can get it its own webspace!no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 07:20 am (UTC)It'll become a major world religion!</strikeno subject
Date: 2005-03-31 07:30 am (UTC)And people will worship it from around the world and we can convert the heathens!(Egads, I just checked your profile - you like DAAS?? You wrote DAASfics up on Fabulae? You also like HP and Lord of the Rings? Right, you're friended.)
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Date: 2005-03-31 11:40 pm (UTC)I know, but I'm broke so I'm in denial about that. Damn car registration.
And we can get into slashy televangelism!Egads, I just checked your profile - you like DAAS?? You wrote DAASfics up on Fabulae?
Shhh, don't share my dirty nasty seekrit past with the world! (Actually, I have a great deal of DAASfic that I never posted to fabulae. And a lot more that never survived the Great Fannish Plagues of the MOSH and DAASFic messageboards.)
You also like HP and Lord of the Rings? Right, you're friended.
Whee! This is becoming a Very Good Day.
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:56 am (UTC)Slashevangelism!What's wrong with DAASfics? ;) I'm a fictioner myself. (This is the much cut-back DAAS Fiction... now nice and little and competely seperate to those stalker freaks over at MOSH. No offence if you're on MOSH.) Anyway. Care to send me any? I'm fic-starved!
Huzzah ^_^
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:23 pm (UTC)Come ye all and be HEALED!Nothing wrong with it! I just haven't played there for a *very* long time - long story, unhappy ending, blah blah blah fishcakes. *g* And I used to be one of those stalker freaks at MOSH, but I grew out of it, thankfully.
Shall I send you stuff? I believe I might.
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Date: 2005-04-02 07:14 am (UTC)Save ye soul! Accept not inferior and lesser series!Ahh, alrighty then... dare I ask what it was? (And same here. I realised something was suss when we were in Bondi Beach at the markets, the rest of the MOSHers sat down under a tree, got out binoculars and tried to look in Paul's window. Freakyyy.)
Yay!!
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Date: 2005-04-02 11:06 pm (UTC)DVD is my religion. The first thing I would save in a house fire is my DVD player.
Send $5! Send $5! Buy a hot dog!Ahh, alrighty then... dare I ask what it was?
What happened wasn't terribly fandom-related; I was living with a fellow fan at the time and we had a falling-out that was unpleasant, and afterward I didn't want to hang out in the same virtual space as her anymore.
I realised something was suss when we were in Bondi Beach at the markets, the rest of the MOSHers sat down under a tree, got out binoculars and tried to look in Paul's window.
Yeah, that's the kind of freaky stalkerism I mean. Not proud of it (and I ALWAYS sat facing the beach, and omg get the hell away from me with the binoculars) but there you go. I was there.
Fic is coming. :)
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Date: 2005-04-03 02:20 am (UTC)Hey, Big Gig reference! ...It was a Big Gig reference, right?Ahh... alright then, fair enough.
I was there for that once... I promptly crawled around to the other side of the tree and pretended I didn't know them. Sigh. I was fifteen, several were in their twenties, they should know better!
Yay!!
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Date: 2005-04-03 02:35 am (UTC)I got rid of most of my videos, actually. I don't have much that can't be replaced. Household insurance is a wonderful thing.
There are no sub- sub- sub- subliminal messages!I was there for that once... I promptly crawled around to the other side of the tree and pretended I didn't know them. Sigh. I was fifteen, several were in their twenties, they should know better!
When was this, if I might ask? Because I'm talking about stuff that happened five years ago now... please tell me it wasn't still happening recently?!
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Date: 2005-04-03 02:57 am (UTC)*giggles* I love that one...That would have been... 2002, so around three years ago. But from what I hear it still happens. Stalker fuckers!
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