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Krystin and Jess
Chapter 1- (in the beginning)
They were all sitting around in the Swamp, playing poker as usual. "Hey, Beej, pour me another?" Hawk asked. Beej was over by the still after folding, his luck had been down lately. Beej handed Hawkeye the requested drink, and sat down to the game. Hawk noticed that his friend was not his normal self. "Hey Beej, whaddya say we go and get a couple of nurses and play doctor?" Hawk said trying to cheer Beej up.
"No thanks" Beej told him. Hawkeye gave him an odd look.
"What's wrong Beej? You haven't touched your martini, and that's good swill. You hardly do anything except sleep and do meatball surgery. And, haven't even made a crack at Charles all week, Klinger should be envious of you, you've gone mentally AWOL and no one's looking for you!" Hawkeye said gulping back his martini
Beej just shrugged his shoulders and swirled the olive in his drink. He sat on his bunk, and sipped his martini, and took out his letter from home. Every time he read the paper, it didn't make it easier for him to believe. He scanned the words, but he had long since memorized them. Closing his eyes, trying to erase the words, pretend they weren't there, he opened them and then gulped down the rest of his drink, disgustedly. He gently refolded the letter, placed it back in it's envelope and back under his pillow. He sighed and stretched out, and put his hat over his face, trying to fall asleep, but he had too much on his mind.
Eventually Beej drifted off to sleep, but not a sound, peaceful sleep. It was distracted by the dream he had. It was the day he returned home from the war. Peg was there with Erin at the San Francisco airport. As soon as Beej stepped off the plane he ran towards them, and they did the same. But, as soon as they got close enough, Peg and Erin ran towards another man. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. A kiss that was meant for BJ, or so he thought. Just then another woman came running towards BJ and just as she was about to kiss him, he awoke
He opened his eyes and brushed the sweat that ran down his forehead, sleep wasn't coming tonight; he wasn't surprised. The dawn was just breaking over the horizon and the Swamp had been barely lit. Hawkeye was still sitting in a drunkenly passed out position. Beej stood up and stretched, he felt so dirty, not only from the conditions, but just dirty inside as well. He decided a shower would be make him feel a little better. "What's better than freezing cold water when you can't sleep?" he said to himself. He was put on his robe, grabbed a towel and was heading out the door...
*crackle... fizzz* "ATTENTION ALL PERSONNELL: HEAR YE HEAR YE, IT'S OH-FIVE-HUNDRED HOURS AND ALL IS HELL, WE'VE GOT INCOMING WOUNDED"
BJ tossed down his towel and shook Hawk, "C'mon, lets go," he said.
"hhhdhhggggd... Beej, if Truman's not here personally to deliver me breakfast in bed, then I'm going to forge your signature and re-enlist you," Hawk threatened.
"C'mon, buddy, work time," Beej said walking out the door. Hawk slowly rose and got ready for the OR marathon before them.
Beej dropped to the bench, removing his mask. Hawk came in the room and sat next to him, "How many hours were we in there?" "I don't know, I can't count that high," Beej replied, rubbing his neck.
"C'mon, I'll buy ya a drink, Beej, Officer's Club?" Hawk offered.
"No I think I'll pass, I need to write a letter." Hawk shrugged, he knew Beej was upset about something and would tell him eventually.
Chapter 1- (in the beginning)
They were all sitting around in the Swamp, playing poker as usual. "Hey, Beej, pour me another?" Hawk asked. Beej was over by the still after folding, his luck had been down lately. Beej handed Hawkeye the requested drink, and sat down to the game. Hawk noticed that his friend was not his normal self. "Hey Beej, whaddya say we go and get a couple of nurses and play doctor?" Hawk said trying to cheer Beej up.
"No thanks" Beej told him. Hawkeye gave him an odd look.
"What's wrong Beej? You haven't touched your martini, and that's good swill. You hardly do anything except sleep and do meatball surgery. And, haven't even made a crack at Charles all week, Klinger should be envious of you, you've gone mentally AWOL and no one's looking for you!" Hawkeye said gulping back his martini
Beej just shrugged his shoulders and swirled the olive in his drink. He sat on his bunk, and sipped his martini, and took out his letter from home. Every time he read the paper, it didn't make it easier for him to believe. He scanned the words, but he had long since memorized them. Closing his eyes, trying to erase the words, pretend they weren't there, he opened them and then gulped down the rest of his drink, disgustedly. He gently refolded the letter, placed it back in it's envelope and back under his pillow. He sighed and stretched out, and put his hat over his face, trying to fall asleep, but he had too much on his mind.
Eventually Beej drifted off to sleep, but not a sound, peaceful sleep. It was distracted by the dream he had. It was the day he returned home from the war. Peg was there with Erin at the San Francisco airport. As soon as Beej stepped off the plane he ran towards them, and they did the same. But, as soon as they got close enough, Peg and Erin ran towards another man. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. A kiss that was meant for BJ, or so he thought. Just then another woman came running towards BJ and just as she was about to kiss him, he awoke
He opened his eyes and brushed the sweat that ran down his forehead, sleep wasn't coming tonight; he wasn't surprised. The dawn was just breaking over the horizon and the Swamp had been barely lit. Hawkeye was still sitting in a drunkenly passed out position. Beej stood up and stretched, he felt so dirty, not only from the conditions, but just dirty inside as well. He decided a shower would be make him feel a little better. "What's better than freezing cold water when you can't sleep?" he said to himself. He was put on his robe, grabbed a towel and was heading out the door...
*crackle... fizzz* "ATTENTION ALL PERSONNELL: HEAR YE HEAR YE, IT'S OH-FIVE-HUNDRED HOURS AND ALL IS HELL, WE'VE GOT INCOMING WOUNDED"
BJ tossed down his towel and shook Hawk, "C'mon, lets go," he said.
"hhhdhhggggd... Beej, if Truman's not here personally to deliver me breakfast in bed, then I'm going to forge your signature and re-enlist you," Hawk threatened.
"C'mon, buddy, work time," Beej said walking out the door. Hawk slowly rose and got ready for the OR marathon before them.
Beej dropped to the bench, removing his mask. Hawk came in the room and sat next to him, "How many hours were we in there?" "I don't know, I can't count that high," Beej replied, rubbing his neck.
"C'mon, I'll buy ya a drink, Beej, Officer's Club?" Hawk offered.
"No I think I'll pass, I need to write a letter." Hawk shrugged, he knew Beej was upset about something and would tell him eventually.
