Title: Faking Things
Author: Lisa M
Rating: Captain
Disclaimer: Puh-lease! I don't own anything.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Would be appreciated - good or bad.
Spoilers: Small ones for Picture This
Summary: The real reason behind the boys' fight.
A/N: Just a quick, short ficlet that popped into my head the other night.
"Did anyone see you come here?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. It's two a.m., on a Wednesday, after a long, hard day in the OR. Who exactly do you think is awake right now? I mean, besides me? And you."
"I don't know."
"And even if someone is awake, what makes you think they'd be interested in where I was going?"
"Well, wandering around in the dead of night really isn't your thing. Unless you're dragging me back to the Swamp after a long, hard night of drinking."
"No one saw me."
"But what if someone did?"
"Why would they assume I was coming here? The entire camp thinks we're mad at each other. That you moved out of the Swamp and over here because of the fight we're supposedly having. So, someone is automatically going to jump to the conclusion that I'm popping in on you for a late-night visit?"
"Is it really that hard to imagine?"
"At two in the morning?"
"Sure."
"You're paranoid."
"While that may be the case …"
"It's definitely the case."
"… this situation is a little - unorthodox."
"Of course it is, you idiot!" BJ rolled over onto his side and met his friend's eyes. "Hawk, we staged a fight - even going so far as to include Charles in the whole thing - giving you a valid excuse to move over here, at least for a little while, so that we could spend some time alone together."
"Yes, we did."
"And it's working. I've got Klinger on my back, trying to convince me that Charles has this elaborate scheme to chase us out of the Swamp by playing his classical music; Charles has Mulcahy telling him how miserable you are over here … all by yourself; and I'm guessing that you had a visit from Margaret today."
"Yep," Hawkeye nods. "She said that Erin's got a bladder infection and that you're broken up about it … and that Charles is making fun of you AND Erin behind your back because of it."
"Nice," BJ laughed softly and threw his arm over Hawkeye's waist, his hand finding the perfect resting spot in the small of the older doctor's naked back. His fingertips brushed over the skin tenderly. "Everyone thinks we hate each other. No one, except for probably Charles - if he heard me leave - knows, or would even guess I'm here with you."
"Okay. Okay. I give in." Hawkeye wove his fingers into BJ's hair and pulled their faces within inches of each other. "No one saw you."
"Besides," BJ feathered his lips across Hawkeye's as he moved his hand over his friend's curved hip and down to the man's rapidly growing erection. A soft groan escaped Hawkeye when BJ's fingers wrapped around him tightly. "Don't you think we should've been having this discussion before our clothes came off?"
The End