Fic: Heaven from Here (PG) chap 3
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And another chapter. The plot thickens.
Title: Heaven from Here
Pairings: BJ/Peg at the moment, possible BJ/Hawk
Rating: PG
Warnings: a little bit of het. And homophobia. And communism.
Previously:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Mill Valley Tribune
AN ILLNESS
I have noticed a Distressing lack of covereage in this newspaper lately about Important issues that our country is facing, and I wish to rectify this mistake. The University of California at Los Angeles has undertaken a noble and Patriotic task for our country that deserves our support and acknowledgement. The student health service is giving students psychiatric treatment so that and I quote “many of them can alter (their) abnormal sex drives” and “be kept out of the hands of the toils of the law.” We should be so lucky that this should take effect here in the Bay Area! Our streets are turning into a source of Lewd conduct and I find it unfortunately that I must remind the citizens of this city that Homosexuality is a crime and, worse, leads to Communism! When we ignore this as just a disease, we are Breeding Communism in our very streets! I call on my fellow citizens to do their civil duty and report Lewd acts to the police so we can help keep our country from the Reds. If you doubt my word, take the words of Senator Miller, spoken nine years ago and still of the Utmost importance today!
“Mr. MILLER of Nebraska. Mr. Chairman, I realize that I am discussing a very delicate subject I cannot lay the bones bare like I could before medical colleagues. I would like to strip the fetid, stinking flesh off of this skeleton of homosexuality and tell my colleagues of the House some of the facts of nature. I cannot expose all the putrid facts as it would offend the sensibilities of some of you. It will be necessary to skirt some of the edges, and I use certain Latin terms to describe some of these individuals. Make no mistake several thousand, according to police records, are now employed by the Federal Government.
“In the Eightieth Congress I was the author of the sex pervert bill that passed this Congress and is now a law in the District of Columbia. It can confine some of these people in St. Elizabeths Hospital for treatment. They are the sex perverts. Some of them are more to be pitied than condemned, because in many it is a pathological condition, very much like the kleptomaniac who must go out and steal, he has that urge; or like the pyromaniac, who goes to bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with an urge to go out and set a fire. He does that. Some of these homosexuals are in that class.
“So I offer this amendment, and when the time comes for voting upon it, I hope that no one will object. I sometimes wonder how many of these homosexuals have had a part in shaping our foreign policy. How many have been in sensitive positions and subject to blackmail. It is a known fact that homosexuality goes back to the Orientals, long before the time of Confucius; that the Russians are strong believers in homosexuality, and that those same people are able to get into the State Department and get somebody in their embrace, and once they are in their embrace, fearing blackmail, will make them go to any extent. Perhaps if all the facts were known these same homosexuals have been used by the Communists.
“I realize that there is some physical danger to anyone exposing all of the details and nastiness of homosexuality, because some of these people are dangerous. They will go to any limit. These homosexuals have strong emotions. They are not to be trusted and when blackmail threatens they are a dangerous group.”
We must act immediately! Homosexuals have infiltrated the Government, our Neighborhoods, and our Lives!
--A Concerned Citizen, Mill Valley, California
**
“BJ, darling, you’re going to be late.”
Chewing on one side of his moustache, BJ lowered a corner of the newspaper and looked across the table at his wife. “Have you noticed any communists in this neighborhood lately?”
“Only in the newspaper. You’re chewing on your moustache again. Mikey, you’ve got milk all over your face.” Peg Hunnicut reached across the table and wiped Mikey’s mouth with a napkin.
“He was blowing bubbles in it,” Erin confided to BJ, her eight-year-old face looking smug. Peg had tied Erin’s hair into two blond braids knotted over either shoulder.
“I was not!” Mikey insisted loudly, turning his face away from Peg’s ministrations.
“I don’t like it when people start stirring up trouble like this,” BJ said, folding up the newspaper and picking up his fork again. “It’ll be another witch hunt.” He jabbed an egg yolk with his fork.
“What’s a witch hunt?” Mikey asked,
“When people tell lies about other people to get them in trouble,” Peg said. “Turn your face, there’s milk all over your cheek.”
Mikey edged farther away. “Like Erin?”
“But you did blow bubbles! I saw you! Dad, I saw him!” Erin’s jabbed her finger at Mikey. “He’s the liar!”
“Erin, that’s enough. I saw him too. Mikey, I’ve told you not to blow bubbles in your milk.” Peg wiped the last speck off Mikey’s cheek. “Now go get your bags and Daddy will give you a ride to school. Quickly!”
Erin downed her own milk and the two children excused themselves, running back upstairs. BJ finished the egg and took a sip of his coffee.
“I was hoping to get new curtains for the living room today,” Peg said, stacking plates by the sink. “Do you think you could you leave me some money?”
“How much do you need?” The coffee was bitter in his mouth. He stirred in sugar, watching Peg run water into the sink, her skirt just touching the back of her knees. Her calves swelled smooth and round under the skirt, the line of her stockings running neatly up the backs of her legs.
“I’ll take forty, because I need to go shopping as well. What do you want for dinner tonight?”Peg turned back to the table to collect the glasses and caught BJ watching her. Her eyes narrowed, sultry, and she smiled.
“I love whatever you make.” BJ snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed onto his tie, kissing the end of his nose.
“You’re a sweet man,” she said fondly, her hair tickling his face. He tipped his forehead against her cheek and closed his eyes.
“I could come home for lunch,” he offered softly.
“I’ll be waiting,” she replied in a whisper, and then kissed his forehead. “Let me up, I need to make sure Mikey has all of his books.”
BJ let go of her reluctantly and she got to her feet, trailing one hand down his chest as she got up. She gave him one last look as she exited the kitchen, and BJ finished his coffee.
**
“Dr. Hunnicutt, there’s someone on the line for you.” His secretary leaned into the office. “A Mr. Benjamin Pierce? He says he knows you.”
BJ looked up from the X-rays and smoothed down his tie. “Who?”
“Benjamin Pierce?” Mary was holding the phone pressed into the cleft between her breasts.
“Okay, I’ll take it. Thanks, Mary.” BJ picked the phone up from his desk and waited until she left, shutting the door behind her. Then, tentatively, he thumbed the button to answer the phone. “Hawkeye?”
“Beej.” The voice on the other end of the phone was unmistakable.
“Hawk, how are you?” BJ dropped into his chair. “It’s been awhile.”
“Yeah, it has.” Hawkeye sounded slightly bitter, and BJ winced.
“I was very sorry to hear about your father,” BJ ventured awkwardly. “Did you get our card?” He hoped Peg had sent one.
“No, not yet.”
There was a pause filled with the pops and crackles of three thousand miles between them. He heard Hawkeye take a breath and rushed to forestall what he knew was coming.
“Look, I know we haven’t been in touch like we said we would be, but I’ve been really busy. It’s just so hard when we’re so far apart…”
“I’m going to be in San Francisco in a week.”
There was another pause. BJ stared down at the blotter on his desk. “You’re what?”
“I’m coming up to San Francisco for a conference. It starts in one week. I thought maybe I could meet up with you at some point, for old times’ sake.”
“That’s…” The words were wooden in his mouth and BJ searched for something to say. “That would be great,” he admitted finally. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Hawkeye returned softly.
“Let me know when you’re in town. We’ll do lunch or something.”
“Or something like that.”
Another pause. “It was good talking to you, Hawk.”
“Bye, Beej.”
Click.
next chapter
And another chapter. The plot thickens.
Title: Heaven from Here
Pairings: BJ/Peg at the moment, possible BJ/Hawk
Rating: PG
Warnings: a little bit of het. And homophobia. And communism.
Previously:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Mill Valley Tribune
AN ILLNESS
I have noticed a Distressing lack of covereage in this newspaper lately about Important issues that our country is facing, and I wish to rectify this mistake. The University of California at Los Angeles has undertaken a noble and Patriotic task for our country that deserves our support and acknowledgement. The student health service is giving students psychiatric treatment so that and I quote “many of them can alter (their) abnormal sex drives” and “be kept out of the hands of the toils of the law.” We should be so lucky that this should take effect here in the Bay Area! Our streets are turning into a source of Lewd conduct and I find it unfortunately that I must remind the citizens of this city that Homosexuality is a crime and, worse, leads to Communism! When we ignore this as just a disease, we are Breeding Communism in our very streets! I call on my fellow citizens to do their civil duty and report Lewd acts to the police so we can help keep our country from the Reds. If you doubt my word, take the words of Senator Miller, spoken nine years ago and still of the Utmost importance today!
“Mr. MILLER of Nebraska. Mr. Chairman, I realize that I am discussing a very delicate subject I cannot lay the bones bare like I could before medical colleagues. I would like to strip the fetid, stinking flesh off of this skeleton of homosexuality and tell my colleagues of the House some of the facts of nature. I cannot expose all the putrid facts as it would offend the sensibilities of some of you. It will be necessary to skirt some of the edges, and I use certain Latin terms to describe some of these individuals. Make no mistake several thousand, according to police records, are now employed by the Federal Government.
“In the Eightieth Congress I was the author of the sex pervert bill that passed this Congress and is now a law in the District of Columbia. It can confine some of these people in St. Elizabeths Hospital for treatment. They are the sex perverts. Some of them are more to be pitied than condemned, because in many it is a pathological condition, very much like the kleptomaniac who must go out and steal, he has that urge; or like the pyromaniac, who goes to bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with an urge to go out and set a fire. He does that. Some of these homosexuals are in that class.
“So I offer this amendment, and when the time comes for voting upon it, I hope that no one will object. I sometimes wonder how many of these homosexuals have had a part in shaping our foreign policy. How many have been in sensitive positions and subject to blackmail. It is a known fact that homosexuality goes back to the Orientals, long before the time of Confucius; that the Russians are strong believers in homosexuality, and that those same people are able to get into the State Department and get somebody in their embrace, and once they are in their embrace, fearing blackmail, will make them go to any extent. Perhaps if all the facts were known these same homosexuals have been used by the Communists.
“I realize that there is some physical danger to anyone exposing all of the details and nastiness of homosexuality, because some of these people are dangerous. They will go to any limit. These homosexuals have strong emotions. They are not to be trusted and when blackmail threatens they are a dangerous group.”
We must act immediately! Homosexuals have infiltrated the Government, our Neighborhoods, and our Lives!
--A Concerned Citizen, Mill Valley, California
**
“BJ, darling, you’re going to be late.”
Chewing on one side of his moustache, BJ lowered a corner of the newspaper and looked across the table at his wife. “Have you noticed any communists in this neighborhood lately?”
“Only in the newspaper. You’re chewing on your moustache again. Mikey, you’ve got milk all over your face.” Peg Hunnicut reached across the table and wiped Mikey’s mouth with a napkin.
“He was blowing bubbles in it,” Erin confided to BJ, her eight-year-old face looking smug. Peg had tied Erin’s hair into two blond braids knotted over either shoulder.
“I was not!” Mikey insisted loudly, turning his face away from Peg’s ministrations.
“I don’t like it when people start stirring up trouble like this,” BJ said, folding up the newspaper and picking up his fork again. “It’ll be another witch hunt.” He jabbed an egg yolk with his fork.
“What’s a witch hunt?” Mikey asked,
“When people tell lies about other people to get them in trouble,” Peg said. “Turn your face, there’s milk all over your cheek.”
Mikey edged farther away. “Like Erin?”
“But you did blow bubbles! I saw you! Dad, I saw him!” Erin’s jabbed her finger at Mikey. “He’s the liar!”
“Erin, that’s enough. I saw him too. Mikey, I’ve told you not to blow bubbles in your milk.” Peg wiped the last speck off Mikey’s cheek. “Now go get your bags and Daddy will give you a ride to school. Quickly!”
Erin downed her own milk and the two children excused themselves, running back upstairs. BJ finished the egg and took a sip of his coffee.
“I was hoping to get new curtains for the living room today,” Peg said, stacking plates by the sink. “Do you think you could you leave me some money?”
“How much do you need?” The coffee was bitter in his mouth. He stirred in sugar, watching Peg run water into the sink, her skirt just touching the back of her knees. Her calves swelled smooth and round under the skirt, the line of her stockings running neatly up the backs of her legs.
“I’ll take forty, because I need to go shopping as well. What do you want for dinner tonight?”Peg turned back to the table to collect the glasses and caught BJ watching her. Her eyes narrowed, sultry, and she smiled.
“I love whatever you make.” BJ snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed onto his tie, kissing the end of his nose.
“You’re a sweet man,” she said fondly, her hair tickling his face. He tipped his forehead against her cheek and closed his eyes.
“I could come home for lunch,” he offered softly.
“I’ll be waiting,” she replied in a whisper, and then kissed his forehead. “Let me up, I need to make sure Mikey has all of his books.”
BJ let go of her reluctantly and she got to her feet, trailing one hand down his chest as she got up. She gave him one last look as she exited the kitchen, and BJ finished his coffee.
**
“Dr. Hunnicutt, there’s someone on the line for you.” His secretary leaned into the office. “A Mr. Benjamin Pierce? He says he knows you.”
BJ looked up from the X-rays and smoothed down his tie. “Who?”
“Benjamin Pierce?” Mary was holding the phone pressed into the cleft between her breasts.
“Okay, I’ll take it. Thanks, Mary.” BJ picked the phone up from his desk and waited until she left, shutting the door behind her. Then, tentatively, he thumbed the button to answer the phone. “Hawkeye?”
“Beej.” The voice on the other end of the phone was unmistakable.
“Hawk, how are you?” BJ dropped into his chair. “It’s been awhile.”
“Yeah, it has.” Hawkeye sounded slightly bitter, and BJ winced.
“I was very sorry to hear about your father,” BJ ventured awkwardly. “Did you get our card?” He hoped Peg had sent one.
“No, not yet.”
There was a pause filled with the pops and crackles of three thousand miles between them. He heard Hawkeye take a breath and rushed to forestall what he knew was coming.
“Look, I know we haven’t been in touch like we said we would be, but I’ve been really busy. It’s just so hard when we’re so far apart…”
“I’m going to be in San Francisco in a week.”
There was another pause. BJ stared down at the blotter on his desk. “You’re what?”
“I’m coming up to San Francisco for a conference. It starts in one week. I thought maybe I could meet up with you at some point, for old times’ sake.”
“That’s…” The words were wooden in his mouth and BJ searched for something to say. “That would be great,” he admitted finally. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Hawkeye returned softly.
“Let me know when you’re in town. We’ll do lunch or something.”
“Or something like that.”
Another pause. “It was good talking to you, Hawk.”
“Bye, Beej.”
Click.
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