Title: Goodbye Korea
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: BJ/Hawkeye - BJ POV
Disclaimer: I own EVERYTHING! Yeah, right. All I own is a whole lot of nothing.
Prompt: #3 Endings
Rating: Teen
Summary: The last day.
Spoilers: Small ones for Goodbye, Farewell and Amen.

Stones. Gray and white. Solid. Heavy. Pushed, pulled, rolled and shoved. Forced into the shape of seven letters. A word that can't be spoken.

Or maybe won't be spoken in the hopes that somehow, some way, this isn't the end.

But I know that it is. Peace has taken hold. The war is at its completion. Everyone will be going home tomorrow. Celebrations have been had. Toasts made. Bags packed. The only thing left for us is the goodbyes.

I'm trying to be happy because, in a few days, I'll be home with my wife and my daughter. To be thankful I'm finally leaving this god-forsaken place. Something I've wished for, prayed for, way too many times to count.

But I can't. Not now. It's impossible.

The mere thought of what tomorrow means - never being in his arms again; never feeling his hands and lips moving across my body, or allowing my own to traverse the length of him; never again tasting his mouth as he presses his lips against mine - drives me to my knees in despair.

Tears spill from my eyes. The large, salty droplets falling to the ground in front of me, forming twin pools of sorrow in the dusty landscape. I force myself to my feet and push the final stone into its place.

"I'll never be able to shake you."

And as it always is between us, there are jokes to avoid speaking the truth. The word I know neither of us wants to say. But, finally I break.

"I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't found you here."

Neither of us speaks again. Instead, we embrace and every feeling, every emotion we've ever felt for each other passes between us without anything further being said. Our souls fusing together one last time. Then he's rushing away from me.

A wave, a few words, a smile, and I turn.

Chopper blades slice the air above me as I ride. I glance to the sky and think I catch the glint of silver dog tags and ill-fitting olive drabs as his helicopter flies over my message of goodbye.

The End