Disclaimer: Alas, alas. I do not own Hair. If I did, I would never have let Berger die. He's too cool to die.

Author Note:
Sort of a random fic that just came to me one night. I absolutely love Berger, and I guess it shows. Reviews (even if they're just like five words) are love. Please excuse any spelling or grammar errors seeing as I am slightly proof reading challenged and do not own a beta. But I've been checking ebay pretty regularly so maybe I'll buy one soon . . . :)


"I am, man. I am ridiculous. I'm totally ridiculous! I'm ludicrous," Berger retorts.

Claude stares at Berger for a long second, hating him intensely. He hates him because Berger is ridiculous, but doesn't seem to care. He doesn't care that you're not supposed to be carefree and fun loving and irreverent when you get to be a certain age. He doesn't care that it's time to grow up, be a man, and face your responsibilities. He doesn't care that his confidence rips apart everything Claude's known all his life.

"I don't want to go over there and kill people and murder women and shoot babies—" Berger continues, staring defiantly at Claude.

Claude hates him because he is everything Claude is not but by far the better man. His jaw tightens.

"Go ahead and be ridiculous, and I'll do what I have to do," Claude says stonily.

He hates that Berger makes him feel ridiculous when that is clearly not the case. He hates that Berger makes him feel like a bad guy when all he is doing is serving his country.

Most of all, though, he hates that deep down, he doesn't think Berger is ridiculous at all.