Disclaimer: I seriously doubt the creators of M*A*S*H would come up with
this kind of idea, so that's all the proof you need - they're not mine.
Ok, this is a disturbing little story I came up with the other night - insomnia can be very good for creativity. ***WARNING*** this is rated PG 13 for the nature of the story - some sexuality with a large age difference. Turn back now if that sort of thing offends you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! For the sake of this story, I'm saying that Hawkeye and BJ were both 28 when the war ended, and Erin was 3.
Obsession
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Midnight in California. The soft breeze rustling the trees, the lights from cars flashing on the ceiling, the occasional wail and red - and - white lights from police cruisers and ambulances. All of these things were very familiar to 16 year old Erin Hunnicut. As was midnight. Erin sighed. Even her pictures couldn't make her fall asleep. He mind was too full of the subject of them.
For 6 and a half years, Erin had harboured a deep, dark love for one man - a man whom she did not know. All she had was a few snapshots of him - but that was enough.
At the age of ten, Erin had discovered this man. One rainy fall afternoon, she had snuck into her father's office - forbidden to her - to twirl in his tall leather chair. As the chair whirled around and around, her outstretched legs knocked over a box. Making a face, Erin stopped the chair and got off, knowing if she did not right the box, her mother would know she had been in there. She gathered up the pictures, idly flipping through them. One in particular caught her attention. It was a photo of a man, whose head was slightly turned away from the camera. It was easy to tell that he was oblivious to the photo being taken. Still, the just - dare - me light in his eyes could be seen. Erin studied the man closely. He had shiny - looking hair, the bangs just falling a little in front of his eyes in a mysterious manner. He had a strong jaw line, and a slightly pointed nose. She flipped the picture over and read the caption on the back, which was in her father's handwriting. Hawkeye, 1953, it read. Her attention captured, Erin scanned the handful of snapshots for more pictures. She found a few more, making sure to leave one, so her father would not be suspicious. She then slipped out of the office, and up to her room. Ever since that afternoon, not a day went by that Erin didn't gaze at those pictures for hours on end. (A/N: Couldn't you look at Hawkeye for hours on end? I could!)
At the age of 13, Erin's long - time crush, Micky Bateman, asked her to go steady with him. Erin accepted. She knew something was wrong, however, when as he kissed her goodnight, Micky's face was suddenly the mysterious Hawkeye from her pictures. Erin did not break things off with Micky, and as their relationship turned more serious, she slid deeper and deeper into an ever - increasing obsession. Every time Micky kissed her, she felt that his lips, his hands, his voice, were Hawkeye's. One night, at 15 years old, Erin was making out with Micky in the backseat of his Corvette. Not long after that, she found herself being dumped. When she questioned why, the response startled her. "You called me some weird name that night in the 'Vette. Hawkeye, or something like that." With this, Erin realized she had to meet this man, to seduce him, to make him hers. Plans forming in her head, Erin walked home along a dark road. She did not see the car's headlights, nor hear the blaring of the horn as the car slammed into her body.
BJ Hunnicut raced into Mill Valley General. He had received a call that his daughter had been struck by a car, and was unconscious. Jetting up to the room, he collided with a doctor in the hall. "Watch it, you idiot!" he spat. "BJ?" "Hawkeye?" The dark haired doctor grinned, in that all - too - familiar way of his. "Last time I checked," he replied. "What are you doing here?" BJ demanded, Erin temporarily forgotten. Hawkeye grimaced. "Some dumb conference I got myself into." "Couldn't talk your way out of it?" "No, unfortunately not." The PA crackled and a fuzzy - sounding voice came on. "Paging Dr. Pierce, Dr. Pierce to Room 27 please." BJ glanced at the slip of paper he held tightly. "Room 27? That's Erin's room!" Hawkeye nodded. "Yup, I'm her doctor. Actually, I was going to call you, when some doofus bumped into me." He grinned cheekily at his friend. "How is she?" "She'll be fine. She's in the best hands around." With a cocky smirk, he disappeared around the corner.
Leaning over the girl, Hawkeye checked her IV, making sure everything was in order. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes the exact colour as her father's. Her gaze focused on the handsome man leaning over her. The man from her dreams, these 6 years. The man from the pictures. "Hawkeye!" Hearing his name, Hawkeye glanced down at the girl. She had surprise - widened eyes that were locked on his face. "Hey there. How are you feeling tod - " The rest of his sentence was lost as Erin lifted her head, bringing his lips to meet hers. Panicking, Hawkeye tried to free himself, but as he made to remove her hand from the back of his head, his fingers met the IV. He didn't want to dislodge it. Suddenly, a voice exploded behind him. "Hawkeye? Erin? What the hell?!"
Done! I don't know what in my twisted little mind came up with that, but oh well. Hey, I have a question. In almost every episode, you see nurses turn Hawkeye down. What are those girls THINKING? One smile from him at me and I'd have the linen tent keys from Radar in under 2 minutes. In the reviews I would love you to send, tell me if you agree. See ya!
Ok, this is a disturbing little story I came up with the other night - insomnia can be very good for creativity. ***WARNING*** this is rated PG 13 for the nature of the story - some sexuality with a large age difference. Turn back now if that sort of thing offends you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! For the sake of this story, I'm saying that Hawkeye and BJ were both 28 when the war ended, and Erin was 3.
Obsession
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Midnight in California. The soft breeze rustling the trees, the lights from cars flashing on the ceiling, the occasional wail and red - and - white lights from police cruisers and ambulances. All of these things were very familiar to 16 year old Erin Hunnicut. As was midnight. Erin sighed. Even her pictures couldn't make her fall asleep. He mind was too full of the subject of them.
For 6 and a half years, Erin had harboured a deep, dark love for one man - a man whom she did not know. All she had was a few snapshots of him - but that was enough.
At the age of ten, Erin had discovered this man. One rainy fall afternoon, she had snuck into her father's office - forbidden to her - to twirl in his tall leather chair. As the chair whirled around and around, her outstretched legs knocked over a box. Making a face, Erin stopped the chair and got off, knowing if she did not right the box, her mother would know she had been in there. She gathered up the pictures, idly flipping through them. One in particular caught her attention. It was a photo of a man, whose head was slightly turned away from the camera. It was easy to tell that he was oblivious to the photo being taken. Still, the just - dare - me light in his eyes could be seen. Erin studied the man closely. He had shiny - looking hair, the bangs just falling a little in front of his eyes in a mysterious manner. He had a strong jaw line, and a slightly pointed nose. She flipped the picture over and read the caption on the back, which was in her father's handwriting. Hawkeye, 1953, it read. Her attention captured, Erin scanned the handful of snapshots for more pictures. She found a few more, making sure to leave one, so her father would not be suspicious. She then slipped out of the office, and up to her room. Ever since that afternoon, not a day went by that Erin didn't gaze at those pictures for hours on end. (A/N: Couldn't you look at Hawkeye for hours on end? I could!)
At the age of 13, Erin's long - time crush, Micky Bateman, asked her to go steady with him. Erin accepted. She knew something was wrong, however, when as he kissed her goodnight, Micky's face was suddenly the mysterious Hawkeye from her pictures. Erin did not break things off with Micky, and as their relationship turned more serious, she slid deeper and deeper into an ever - increasing obsession. Every time Micky kissed her, she felt that his lips, his hands, his voice, were Hawkeye's. One night, at 15 years old, Erin was making out with Micky in the backseat of his Corvette. Not long after that, she found herself being dumped. When she questioned why, the response startled her. "You called me some weird name that night in the 'Vette. Hawkeye, or something like that." With this, Erin realized she had to meet this man, to seduce him, to make him hers. Plans forming in her head, Erin walked home along a dark road. She did not see the car's headlights, nor hear the blaring of the horn as the car slammed into her body.
BJ Hunnicut raced into Mill Valley General. He had received a call that his daughter had been struck by a car, and was unconscious. Jetting up to the room, he collided with a doctor in the hall. "Watch it, you idiot!" he spat. "BJ?" "Hawkeye?" The dark haired doctor grinned, in that all - too - familiar way of his. "Last time I checked," he replied. "What are you doing here?" BJ demanded, Erin temporarily forgotten. Hawkeye grimaced. "Some dumb conference I got myself into." "Couldn't talk your way out of it?" "No, unfortunately not." The PA crackled and a fuzzy - sounding voice came on. "Paging Dr. Pierce, Dr. Pierce to Room 27 please." BJ glanced at the slip of paper he held tightly. "Room 27? That's Erin's room!" Hawkeye nodded. "Yup, I'm her doctor. Actually, I was going to call you, when some doofus bumped into me." He grinned cheekily at his friend. "How is she?" "She'll be fine. She's in the best hands around." With a cocky smirk, he disappeared around the corner.
Leaning over the girl, Hawkeye checked her IV, making sure everything was in order. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes the exact colour as her father's. Her gaze focused on the handsome man leaning over her. The man from her dreams, these 6 years. The man from the pictures. "Hawkeye!" Hearing his name, Hawkeye glanced down at the girl. She had surprise - widened eyes that were locked on his face. "Hey there. How are you feeling tod - " The rest of his sentence was lost as Erin lifted her head, bringing his lips to meet hers. Panicking, Hawkeye tried to free himself, but as he made to remove her hand from the back of his head, his fingers met the IV. He didn't want to dislodge it. Suddenly, a voice exploded behind him. "Hawkeye? Erin? What the hell?!"
Done! I don't know what in my twisted little mind came up with that, but oh well. Hey, I have a question. In almost every episode, you see nurses turn Hawkeye down. What are those girls THINKING? One smile from him at me and I'd have the linen tent keys from Radar in under 2 minutes. In the reviews I would love you to send, tell me if you agree. See ya!