A Few Kind Words
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mash_slashSidney Freedman/Father Mulcahy, very loosely implied. Yes, I know I'm strange. After having just watched War of Words
“When Pierce or Hunnicutt lose someone they loose a body, when I lose someone I lose a mind.” Sidney says, trying to stress the gravity of the loss.
“And when I lose someone, I lose a soul.” Mulcahy says, hands meeting together in a temple shape.
As we sing by the bonfire watching the huge pile burn, the bright red of its light searing the sky I remember his words again. Everything is relative. Those boxes cast onto there as if they were so much useless junk, a desk, a bugle, a cookbook, the loose boards, all cast onto the pile as something that could be spared. Things that we didn’t really need to hang on to, all making it onto the pile.
Yet, when the fire started in earnest and it all started to burn away, we grew silent. Struck suddenly by our thoughts. I couldn’t help but think of what the boxes might have held, how many hands they went through, and of how many lives were saved by what the boxes used to hold.
I also couldn’t help but think of my uniform, cast into the fire as I stood there shivering slightly. Wondering how I would explain being only in my shorts and undershirt when I got back to my home base. Wondering if I would ever forget the Father’s words, “When I lose someone, I lose a soul.” He may never know this, but that was exactly what I needed to remind myself just why I got into this business. Exactly what I needed to remember that I am only human and do the best I can.
I feel someone tugging my arm and I turn to see Mulcahy standing there, a bathrobe in his hand. “Here, you look as if you could use this.”
“I was feeling a bit cold before you came along,” I smile at him to let him know I mean both now and before, when he visited me in my tent. “Thank you, if you weren’t a Catholic who was married to the church I’d kiss you right now.” I tease.
“If you weren’t a Jewish agnostic, I’d let you.” He smiles and touches my arm before making his way to someone else and touching them briefly, getting them to smile. And I know in that moment that the good Father will save more souls than he ever loses, but that he will always bleed for the ones he’s lost.
“When Pierce or Hunnicutt lose someone they loose a body, when I lose someone I lose a mind.” Sidney says, trying to stress the gravity of the loss.
“And when I lose someone, I lose a soul.” Mulcahy says, hands meeting together in a temple shape.
As we sing by the bonfire watching the huge pile burn, the bright red of its light searing the sky I remember his words again. Everything is relative. Those boxes cast onto there as if they were so much useless junk, a desk, a bugle, a cookbook, the loose boards, all cast onto the pile as something that could be spared. Things that we didn’t really need to hang on to, all making it onto the pile.
Yet, when the fire started in earnest and it all started to burn away, we grew silent. Struck suddenly by our thoughts. I couldn’t help but think of what the boxes might have held, how many hands they went through, and of how many lives were saved by what the boxes used to hold.
I also couldn’t help but think of my uniform, cast into the fire as I stood there shivering slightly. Wondering how I would explain being only in my shorts and undershirt when I got back to my home base. Wondering if I would ever forget the Father’s words, “When I lose someone, I lose a soul.” He may never know this, but that was exactly what I needed to remind myself just why I got into this business. Exactly what I needed to remember that I am only human and do the best I can.
I feel someone tugging my arm and I turn to see Mulcahy standing there, a bathrobe in his hand. “Here, you look as if you could use this.”
“I was feeling a bit cold before you came along,” I smile at him to let him know I mean both now and before, when he visited me in my tent. “Thank you, if you weren’t a Catholic who was married to the church I’d kiss you right now.” I tease.
“If you weren’t a Jewish agnostic, I’d let you.” He smiles and touches my arm before making his way to someone else and touching them briefly, getting them to smile. And I know in that moment that the good Father will save more souls than he ever loses, but that he will always bleed for the ones he’s lost.
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Date: 2005-06-06 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 09:57 pm (UTC)Yay for unconventional pairing!
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Date: 2005-06-06 11:10 pm (UTC)Sidney/Mulcahy? Is SO the best thing ever.
And this was awesome. ^^
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Date: 2005-06-06 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 07:09 am (UTC)Well, about 2/3rds of them, anyway. ;-) Sorry to be so picky, but so many typos in the first paragraph (particularly when it's a quote from an episode and you could have confirmed the correct spelling by googling on it - would have taken thirty seconds) just automatically puts me off the rest of the story - I mean literally makes it unreadable. It strongly indicates that the story was dashed off with no checking.
It's a nice idea and Sidney and Mulcahy would be a cute couple.
I'm sorry. When I have this little to say about a story, I usually don't comment at all. I wanted to be able to read it, and I appreciate your removing enough of the extra o's for me to be able to get through it, but I really don't have a lot to say about it.
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 09:15 am (UTC)list of homonyms (http://www.hopkins.k12.mn.us/pages/north/curric/larts/homonyms.html)
And I could not find the specific quote by google.
Actually, it's nowhere in full: I just checked. ;-) "When I lose one, I lose a soul" is, though.