Something about the decision was not wise.
General Melchett sat behind Darling's desk and pondered. Something wasn't sitting right with him. He had just sent his secretary off to the front lines, to battle. It didn't seem right.
Perhaps it was because Captain Darling still limped from getting shot in the foot. Of course he never limped in front of Captain Blackadder. He's got to keep his dignity somewhere. Besides, according to the diary he kept (Melchett had cracked that open a time or two for a lark) he rather fancied the Captain. But anywho, it couldn't be that. Just a limp? Bah, there were people more wounded in the trenches right now.
Of course, Melchett didn't think about why he wasn't here too.
Perhaps it was Darling's protests. Of course they all seemed feeble. I don't want to... don't want ot go into battle... please don't make me... of course, Melchett had finished those sentences for him. He might have been saying something else. But that wasn't it either.
His son. There it was, he'd called him a son. Not a favourtie son, obviously, Darling was too... annoying for that. Darling was a good man, he would do great things in his life. If he lived.
Yes, the son. His son. His consious was talking in the back of his head. "How could he be your son, you sent him off to die." He argued that. Melchett had sent him off to glory. To do something splendid and brave with his peers. To have a the las t few minutes of his life, if he were to die with the man he loved.
"But you sent one of your own into the horrors of the battle field. You did. You did send him to die."
At least he'd die happy though. What can a man wish for than to spend the last remaining moment of his and his beloved's life with them?
"But his 'beloved' isn't quite that. Oh, he fancies him, alright. But does Blackadder know? Does he care? You could've sent the spotty little squit to the most painful few moments of his life and then killed him."
To that the General had no answer. But he wished to be at the trenches to see what had happened to his Army Son.
35 miles away, Darling and Blackadder ran into eachother on the battlefield. Darling carrying a heavy wound. He kissed Blackadder softly on the lips and then ran foreward, attracting the gunfire to himself.
a/n: wow... that was sad. D/B ^_^ But sad... never watching Goodbyeeee before writing anything ever again.
General Melchett sat behind Darling's desk and pondered. Something wasn't sitting right with him. He had just sent his secretary off to the front lines, to battle. It didn't seem right.
Perhaps it was because Captain Darling still limped from getting shot in the foot. Of course he never limped in front of Captain Blackadder. He's got to keep his dignity somewhere. Besides, according to the diary he kept (Melchett had cracked that open a time or two for a lark) he rather fancied the Captain. But anywho, it couldn't be that. Just a limp? Bah, there were people more wounded in the trenches right now.
Of course, Melchett didn't think about why he wasn't here too.
Perhaps it was Darling's protests. Of course they all seemed feeble. I don't want to... don't want ot go into battle... please don't make me... of course, Melchett had finished those sentences for him. He might have been saying something else. But that wasn't it either.
His son. There it was, he'd called him a son. Not a favourtie son, obviously, Darling was too... annoying for that. Darling was a good man, he would do great things in his life. If he lived.
Yes, the son. His son. His consious was talking in the back of his head. "How could he be your son, you sent him off to die." He argued that. Melchett had sent him off to glory. To do something splendid and brave with his peers. To have a the las t few minutes of his life, if he were to die with the man he loved.
"But you sent one of your own into the horrors of the battle field. You did. You did send him to die."
At least he'd die happy though. What can a man wish for than to spend the last remaining moment of his and his beloved's life with them?
"But his 'beloved' isn't quite that. Oh, he fancies him, alright. But does Blackadder know? Does he care? You could've sent the spotty little squit to the most painful few moments of his life and then killed him."
To that the General had no answer. But he wished to be at the trenches to see what had happened to his Army Son.
35 miles away, Darling and Blackadder ran into eachother on the battlefield. Darling carrying a heavy wound. He kissed Blackadder softly on the lips and then ran foreward, attracting the gunfire to himself.
a/n: wow... that was sad. D/B ^_^ But sad... never watching Goodbyeeee before writing anything ever again.