Title: Snowflake
Summary: Charles reflects on some things.
Pairing: Hawkeye/Sidney
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pfffffft, I own nothing. I wish.
A/N: Thanks for beta'ing, Kelly. Prompt word: bric-a-brac.
When I was a little boy, my favorite ornament on the Christmas tree was a small, white and blue, sparkling little snowflake. I would always hang this ornament on the tree in what I deemed the 'perfect' spot. Then, when the entire tree was decorated, I would check it over, confirming that my snowflake was still visible and that it hadn't been covered up by one of the admittedly, much prettier decorations.
My parents were always puzzled as to why that one snowflake was my favorite, considering there were countless others that were more expensive and better looking. I know why that snowflake was—and still is, now that I consider it—my favorite.
It was something real.
Unlike the sparkling angels and faeries, I knew that the snowflake was real. It was simple, beautiful, and honest, making it unexpected and amazing. How could something that formed during the season that had the highest suicide rate be so wonderful?
In a way, this is what musing on one Dr. Sidney Freedman and one Dr. Benjamin Franklin Pierce makes me think of. I do not know what has brought my musings to the two of them; many times, when I am relaxing and listening to my music, I allow my mind to wander. This time, with Dr. Freedman visiting here for an indeterminate amount of time, my thoughts have settled on their... relationship.
I have always been an observant person; I know glances of longing and need when I see them, and that is what those two shoot each other constantly. Of course I know about them. Anyone with eyes and an IQ above that of an average cinder block should. But then, Winchesters have always been advanced.
I suppose there are people out there who would find it disgusting; I used to be one of them. This war, and these people, have changed me, however, and while I doubt I shall ever admit this out loud, I suspect it was for the better.
But I digress.
I believe I was musing on Pierce and Dr. Freedman? Ah, yes, and how that reminded me of that snowflake. I don't suppose this is odd at all, is it? After all, what is love if not real, honest, simple, and beautiful? And love, springing up from this wretched location? Unexpected and amazing.
I am somewhat envious of Pierce and Dr. Freedman because of this. Not enough to be outright jealous, of course; as it is well known, Winchesters don't get jealous. However, it is rather awe inspiring, I do admit, and one cannot help but to wish for something such as that for oneself.
You might ask yourself how I know the two of them are actually in love. After all, this is a war, they are probably merely lonely. This is what I assumed at first, but then I noticed it.
There is a certain... spark, if you will, in Pierce's eyes most of the time (it is admittedly dimmed after long hours of what passes for 'surgery' here). I will see it twinkling a little when he is speaking with a new nurse, certainly, but it is an entirely different story when he is conversing with Major Freedman; it is a fire.
The transformation is rather spectacular; it also leaves no doubt as to how deep the feelings run between those two gentlemen. This is yet another similarity to that snowflake. It was always sparkling, even though it could never compete with those other ornaments.
Bring the sentimental romantic that I sometimes am, I do silently wish the both of them luck and happiness and anything else I can without being too maudlin.
I am not very worried, however; things such as that snowflake, and this, this love, do tend to last. At least, I hope so.
Not that I would admit that out loud, or anything.
-End