Title: Hope
Fandom: M*A*S*H Pairing: Hawk/BJ(unrequited) Hawk/Trapper mentioned Disclaimer: Don't own the show, the characters, or the still A/N: Response to the "all that glitters --" challenge.
All that glitters here is the faint hope that some people carry around with them. The shine of Mrs. Potter's frame, the glitter of Klinger's earrings. The glint off BJ's wedding ring.
Once upon a time, I would be wearing hope on my finger, too. But I destroyed it. I was an idiot and broke what I had with Carlye. And then there was Trapper. Trapper didn't just glitter. He would shine. Whenever I lost a kid or did some damn fool thing like try to stop the war, he was there. But now he's gone. He knew. The kiss proved that. But I was too hurt, too broken, to cowardly that I lost my hope. I let him leave. I never gave him a reason to stay.
I can see the hope on BJ's finger from across the tent, hear it clinking against his glass as he drinks our swill. The hope he wears for himself alone. Sometimes he just stares at it. I know he's thinking of Mill Valley and his daughter and his wife. And I know it helps him survive. But I've lost my hope, and I wish sometimes...I wish he'd take his hope off for me.
Fandom: M*A*S*H Pairing: Hawk/BJ(unrequited) Hawk/Trapper mentioned Disclaimer: Don't own the show, the characters, or the still A/N: Response to the "all that glitters --" challenge.
All that glitters here is the faint hope that some people carry around with them. The shine of Mrs. Potter's frame, the glitter of Klinger's earrings. The glint off BJ's wedding ring.
Once upon a time, I would be wearing hope on my finger, too. But I destroyed it. I was an idiot and broke what I had with Carlye. And then there was Trapper. Trapper didn't just glitter. He would shine. Whenever I lost a kid or did some damn fool thing like try to stop the war, he was there. But now he's gone. He knew. The kiss proved that. But I was too hurt, too broken, to cowardly that I lost my hope. I let him leave. I never gave him a reason to stay.
I can see the hope on BJ's finger from across the tent, hear it clinking against his glass as he drinks our swill. The hope he wears for himself alone. Sometimes he just stares at it. I know he's thinking of Mill Valley and his daughter and his wife. And I know it helps him survive. But I've lost my hope, and I wish sometimes...I wish he'd take his hope off for me.