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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-02 11:26 pm
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-02 11:26 pm
Entry tags:
M*A*S*H | Knowledge | PG | Hawkeye/BJ
Title: Knowledge
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Summary: Shades of knowledge.
Word Count: 373
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A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
Everyone knows about them, but nobody really knows about them.
Margaret struggles with it, unsure if she should be glad someone is happy in this hell-hole or upset when she remembers that one of them has a wife.
Charles doesn’t really care—it’s none of his business—and he’s as disinterested in it as he is everything; except, maybe, occasionally, he has some very un-Winchester like flashes of something, some strange emotion he’s definitely not used to and doesn’t want to be used to, ever. He dismisses it as heartburn or something else caused by the horrid status of the poor excuse for “food” they’re fed, but deep down he knows what it is, even if he won’t admit it. Winchesters don’t get jealous, after all.
Klinger really has no place to judge—he’s the one usually found in jewelry and woman’s clothing. He supposes everyone needs someone, even if it’s unconventional, and war is definitely unconventional.
Father Mulcahy is a generous soul; he can’t condemn happiness, especially when it seems so very special and rare. It isn’t harming anyone and he feels that God would understand—those two need to take solace in someone or they might lose it—and continues to pray for them, and everyone, nightly.
Colonel Potter never quite understood how or why, but he admits to himself that it doesn’t seem particularly surprising, the way they’ve always been stuck to the hip. He shrugs and figures if it keeps two of his cutters sane enough to continue saving lives and staying alive themselves, he doesn’t mind, and doesn’t think anyone else should either.
Hawkeye and BJ know everyone knows, and yet, they don’t, because no one really does, since no one is supposed to. If they did, they would be up in arms, offended, disgusted, keeping them apart, or getting them out of “this man’s” army, but they don’t know, not really, not for sure--it’s only speculation, after all.
But it’s there, unofficially, and the message is clear in everyone’s eyes occasionally, when they’re sitting particularly close, or have just embraced like they do so often, or even after they’ve had one of their very few but rather intense fights:
They simply want them to be happy.
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Summary: Shades of knowledge.
Word Count: 373
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
Everyone knows about them, but nobody really knows about them.
Margaret struggles with it, unsure if she should be glad someone is happy in this hell-hole or upset when she remembers that one of them has a wife.
Charles doesn’t really care—it’s none of his business—and he’s as disinterested in it as he is everything; except, maybe, occasionally, he has some very un-Winchester like flashes of something, some strange emotion he’s definitely not used to and doesn’t want to be used to, ever. He dismisses it as heartburn or something else caused by the horrid status of the poor excuse for “food” they’re fed, but deep down he knows what it is, even if he won’t admit it. Winchesters don’t get jealous, after all.
Klinger really has no place to judge—he’s the one usually found in jewelry and woman’s clothing. He supposes everyone needs someone, even if it’s unconventional, and war is definitely unconventional.
Father Mulcahy is a generous soul; he can’t condemn happiness, especially when it seems so very special and rare. It isn’t harming anyone and he feels that God would understand—those two need to take solace in someone or they might lose it—and continues to pray for them, and everyone, nightly.
Colonel Potter never quite understood how or why, but he admits to himself that it doesn’t seem particularly surprising, the way they’ve always been stuck to the hip. He shrugs and figures if it keeps two of his cutters sane enough to continue saving lives and staying alive themselves, he doesn’t mind, and doesn’t think anyone else should either.
Hawkeye and BJ know everyone knows, and yet, they don’t, because no one really does, since no one is supposed to. If they did, they would be up in arms, offended, disgusted, keeping them apart, or getting them out of “this man’s” army, but they don’t know, not really, not for sure--it’s only speculation, after all.
But it’s there, unofficially, and the message is clear in everyone’s eyes occasionally, when they’re sitting particularly close, or have just embraced like they do so often, or even after they’ve had one of their very few but rather intense fights:
They simply want them to be happy.