Hey people, thanks for the lovely reviews. I have a question? Who doesn't
like us? First, my story is reported, now Fallen Hawk's "The Proof" - who's
next? Someone around here doesn't like what we're doing. Hey maybe it's a
person who doesn't like slash, because both stories were slash. Anyways, my
condolences, Fallen Hawk, that was a really great story - maybe you should
email the next chapters to the people who like it. I'm going to shut up
now, here's chapter 2.
Hawkeye's POV
"Oh God Trapper, that was amazing." I collapsed, my lover settling beside me. "Hey, you better get back to your own bed," he advised. "Frank'll be back soon." I nodded, kissing him. "Here I go." Kiss. "I'm leaving." Kiss. "I'm gone now." Kiss. Trapper pushed me away. "As much as I enjoy that, do you want to get caught by Ferret Face?" I shuddered. Radar was bad enough, but Frank Burns was unthinkable. I hurried back to my bunk, just as Frank opened the door, plonking his suitcase on the floor.
"Hi Frank," I greeted, as did Trapper. He looked at us. "I didn't deserve that!" he whined, classic reaction. I grinned at Trapper. "You're right Frank, you certainly didn't." He gave me a weird look, as if he was trying to figure out why I was agreeing. "Are you making fun of me?" he asked pitifully. I rolled my eyes. The man was so paranoid.
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Trapper's POV
As Frank unpacked, Hawkeye snapped his fingers to get my attention. I glanced in his direction, and he winked. "Watch this," he mouthed. "Hey Frank," he began, conversationally. "How was your R&R?" Frank's eyes started to spin in their sockets. "There is absolutely nothing going on between Major Houlihan and I," he exclaimed, rushing out of the tent. I laughed appreciatively, then pounced on Hawkeye, straddling him. "Now, where were we before we so rudely interrupted?" I asked, just about to lower my lips to meet his, when the PA crackled, someone obviously trying to clear the static. Hawkeye glared. "Oh no you don't, not now." His threats went unnoticed, however, because the PA blared. "WOUNDED IN THE COMPOUND! GET YOURS WHILE THEY LAST."
"Damn," he swore, pushing me up gently. A quick kiss, and we assumed the roles of "good friends". And ran to do the work we were here for.
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Hawkeye's POV
As I bent over my patient, Trapper's gloved hand brushed mine, and our eyes met. It was pure murder, having to be in such close contact with him. I almost wished we could just tell everyone, and be done with it.
After 23 long hours, we were finally finished. Everyone funneled out of the room, Trapper and I lazing behind. I rolled my head around, and it cracked loudly. I grimaced. "Ew," Trapper offered. I pulled off my mask and threw it at him. "Ew yourself," I replied. I glanced through the windows into the change room, and froze at the sight that met my eyes.
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Trapper's POV
I threw the mask back at Hawkeye, but he ignored it. His eyes, dark pools of rage, were rivited on the change room. I peered through the window - and a horrible sight met my eyes.
Frank stood with a gun, pressed against Radar's head. "Something's different with them," Frank rambled. "And I want to know what it is - you know, you know everything around here." Radar was visibly trembling. His eyes met mine through the window. "Hold on," I mouthed, turning to Hawkeye. "I'll kill him," he seethed, hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles going white. I snapped my fingers. "Follow my lead," I muttered. I pushed open the doors. "So, I hear Henry's thinkin' of leaving," I commented loudly. Hawkeye gave me a look of pure confusion, but then caught on. "Yeah, which would leave Ferret Face in charge, that would rot," he remarked, just as loud. Frank dropped the gun and kicked it under the bench. "Oh, hi Frank. We were just talking about how much having you in charge would suck." Frank muttered something unfathomable, and slunk out of the room. I grabbed a glove, pulled it on, and removed the gun, while Hawkeye talked to Radar.
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Hawkeye's POV
I made my way over to the frightened young man, though how I got there I'll never know, I was so mad I could barely see. "You ok?" I demanded. Radar nodded. "Good. But Frank isn't. I'll kill him first chance I get. He'd better stay away from me unless there's a crowd to restrain me." I vowed. Radar took a couple of steps backwards, his face showing fear. I didn't doubt I was rather scary looking at the moment. "Ok, get out of here, and stay away from Frank." He nodded before hurrying out.
"We have to tell Henry." Trapper turned to me, face twisted in surprise. "You're kidding, right? Henry'd want to know what's going on, and Radar hates lying to him. He'd bust our asses if he wasn't careful." I was still raging, pacing back and forth. I stopped, meeting Trapper's stare. "I took an oath never to take another human life, but if I had the chance, I'd throw it away in a second if it meant getting even with that sanctimonious bastard." Trapper grabbed my arms. "Will you cool off?" he ordered. "Your eyes are creepy." I frowned. He grabbed my hand, pulled me back to the Swamp, and thrust our mirror into my hands. I glanced in it, and almost dropped it. "Christ," I said, staring at my navy blue eyes, still narrowed, and my gritted teeth. "It doesn't even look like me."
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Trapper's POV
Hawk gave the mirror one more gaze before hanging it back up. "So what are we going to do about Ferret - Goddamned - Face?" he asked, not doing great at keeping his temper in check. I shrugged. "Just stay out of his way, and don't kill him. I love you too much to lose you now." I said it rather offhand, but then realized it was the first time I told him I loved him. His eyes filled with tears, and he reached over to caress my curls. "I love you too," he murmured huskily.
A knock on the door sent us apart quickly, Hawkeye practically leaping onto his bunk, and me settling into the chair next to the Still. "Come in," Hawkeye called. Radar poked his head in cautiously. Ever since the last time, he made sure to knock, and come in slowly. "Get in here," Hawkeye ordered impatiently. "Um, Cap'n McIntyre, that Michaelson kid is doin' real bad. Colonel Blake thinks you're gonna hafta open him up again." I swore, jumping from my seat and hurrying after Radar.
A while later, I returned to the Swamp. Hawkeye was shaving, singing softly. I slipped in silently, and crept up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck. He jumped at the touch, then swore, grabbing a towel to wipe the blood that dripped from his cheek. "Thanks a lot," he remarked dryly, throwing the towel down and picking up his razor again. "No problem," I said, nipping where his neck met his shoulders, a sensitive spot. "Quit that," he breathed, the way he pressed his back against my chest a clear indicator his words meant nothing. "You're gonna give me a hickey, and then I'll be in trouble, because people will ask where I got it, and I can't say from the nurses because I haven't touched one of them for 2 weeks now, and - Shit!" His ranting ended abruptly, in a profanity. "What?" I asked, lips against the nape of his neck. "Frank's coming," he replied, pulling out of my arms.
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Hawkeye's POV
We pulled apart quickly, sitting on our respective bunks. Frank entered, shot us a very uncharacteristically evil look, grabbed something off his shelf, and left. I sighed with relief. I had come very close to getting up and flattening him in the short time he was there.
Trapper was shaking. "Did you see the look he gave us?" he demanded. "It was like he..like he knows everything!" I scoffed. "Frank Burns know something? Yeah, right." Trapper stared at me incredulously. "I don't think you understand. If they catch us, yeah, sure, we'll go home, yay, but they'll take my kids away from me! I can't live without my daughters!"
My turn to stare. "So what, are you saying you want to break things off?" I asked, determined to keep the fear rising in me pushed down. He bit his lip. "No..well, I don't know..I love you, but.." I stood up, furious. "Come find me when you've decided if you really want to be with me or not," I snapped, stalking out of the tent.
***TBC***
Boy, I love cliffhangers, don't you? Well, only if they're on MY stories, haha. Please review.
Hawkeye's POV
"Oh God Trapper, that was amazing." I collapsed, my lover settling beside me. "Hey, you better get back to your own bed," he advised. "Frank'll be back soon." I nodded, kissing him. "Here I go." Kiss. "I'm leaving." Kiss. "I'm gone now." Kiss. Trapper pushed me away. "As much as I enjoy that, do you want to get caught by Ferret Face?" I shuddered. Radar was bad enough, but Frank Burns was unthinkable. I hurried back to my bunk, just as Frank opened the door, plonking his suitcase on the floor.
"Hi Frank," I greeted, as did Trapper. He looked at us. "I didn't deserve that!" he whined, classic reaction. I grinned at Trapper. "You're right Frank, you certainly didn't." He gave me a weird look, as if he was trying to figure out why I was agreeing. "Are you making fun of me?" he asked pitifully. I rolled my eyes. The man was so paranoid.
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Trapper's POV
As Frank unpacked, Hawkeye snapped his fingers to get my attention. I glanced in his direction, and he winked. "Watch this," he mouthed. "Hey Frank," he began, conversationally. "How was your R&R?" Frank's eyes started to spin in their sockets. "There is absolutely nothing going on between Major Houlihan and I," he exclaimed, rushing out of the tent. I laughed appreciatively, then pounced on Hawkeye, straddling him. "Now, where were we before we so rudely interrupted?" I asked, just about to lower my lips to meet his, when the PA crackled, someone obviously trying to clear the static. Hawkeye glared. "Oh no you don't, not now." His threats went unnoticed, however, because the PA blared. "WOUNDED IN THE COMPOUND! GET YOURS WHILE THEY LAST."
"Damn," he swore, pushing me up gently. A quick kiss, and we assumed the roles of "good friends". And ran to do the work we were here for.
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Hawkeye's POV
As I bent over my patient, Trapper's gloved hand brushed mine, and our eyes met. It was pure murder, having to be in such close contact with him. I almost wished we could just tell everyone, and be done with it.
After 23 long hours, we were finally finished. Everyone funneled out of the room, Trapper and I lazing behind. I rolled my head around, and it cracked loudly. I grimaced. "Ew," Trapper offered. I pulled off my mask and threw it at him. "Ew yourself," I replied. I glanced through the windows into the change room, and froze at the sight that met my eyes.
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Trapper's POV
I threw the mask back at Hawkeye, but he ignored it. His eyes, dark pools of rage, were rivited on the change room. I peered through the window - and a horrible sight met my eyes.
Frank stood with a gun, pressed against Radar's head. "Something's different with them," Frank rambled. "And I want to know what it is - you know, you know everything around here." Radar was visibly trembling. His eyes met mine through the window. "Hold on," I mouthed, turning to Hawkeye. "I'll kill him," he seethed, hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles going white. I snapped my fingers. "Follow my lead," I muttered. I pushed open the doors. "So, I hear Henry's thinkin' of leaving," I commented loudly. Hawkeye gave me a look of pure confusion, but then caught on. "Yeah, which would leave Ferret Face in charge, that would rot," he remarked, just as loud. Frank dropped the gun and kicked it under the bench. "Oh, hi Frank. We were just talking about how much having you in charge would suck." Frank muttered something unfathomable, and slunk out of the room. I grabbed a glove, pulled it on, and removed the gun, while Hawkeye talked to Radar.
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Hawkeye's POV
I made my way over to the frightened young man, though how I got there I'll never know, I was so mad I could barely see. "You ok?" I demanded. Radar nodded. "Good. But Frank isn't. I'll kill him first chance I get. He'd better stay away from me unless there's a crowd to restrain me." I vowed. Radar took a couple of steps backwards, his face showing fear. I didn't doubt I was rather scary looking at the moment. "Ok, get out of here, and stay away from Frank." He nodded before hurrying out.
"We have to tell Henry." Trapper turned to me, face twisted in surprise. "You're kidding, right? Henry'd want to know what's going on, and Radar hates lying to him. He'd bust our asses if he wasn't careful." I was still raging, pacing back and forth. I stopped, meeting Trapper's stare. "I took an oath never to take another human life, but if I had the chance, I'd throw it away in a second if it meant getting even with that sanctimonious bastard." Trapper grabbed my arms. "Will you cool off?" he ordered. "Your eyes are creepy." I frowned. He grabbed my hand, pulled me back to the Swamp, and thrust our mirror into my hands. I glanced in it, and almost dropped it. "Christ," I said, staring at my navy blue eyes, still narrowed, and my gritted teeth. "It doesn't even look like me."
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Trapper's POV
Hawk gave the mirror one more gaze before hanging it back up. "So what are we going to do about Ferret - Goddamned - Face?" he asked, not doing great at keeping his temper in check. I shrugged. "Just stay out of his way, and don't kill him. I love you too much to lose you now." I said it rather offhand, but then realized it was the first time I told him I loved him. His eyes filled with tears, and he reached over to caress my curls. "I love you too," he murmured huskily.
A knock on the door sent us apart quickly, Hawkeye practically leaping onto his bunk, and me settling into the chair next to the Still. "Come in," Hawkeye called. Radar poked his head in cautiously. Ever since the last time, he made sure to knock, and come in slowly. "Get in here," Hawkeye ordered impatiently. "Um, Cap'n McIntyre, that Michaelson kid is doin' real bad. Colonel Blake thinks you're gonna hafta open him up again." I swore, jumping from my seat and hurrying after Radar.
A while later, I returned to the Swamp. Hawkeye was shaving, singing softly. I slipped in silently, and crept up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck. He jumped at the touch, then swore, grabbing a towel to wipe the blood that dripped from his cheek. "Thanks a lot," he remarked dryly, throwing the towel down and picking up his razor again. "No problem," I said, nipping where his neck met his shoulders, a sensitive spot. "Quit that," he breathed, the way he pressed his back against my chest a clear indicator his words meant nothing. "You're gonna give me a hickey, and then I'll be in trouble, because people will ask where I got it, and I can't say from the nurses because I haven't touched one of them for 2 weeks now, and - Shit!" His ranting ended abruptly, in a profanity. "What?" I asked, lips against the nape of his neck. "Frank's coming," he replied, pulling out of my arms.
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Hawkeye's POV
We pulled apart quickly, sitting on our respective bunks. Frank entered, shot us a very uncharacteristically evil look, grabbed something off his shelf, and left. I sighed with relief. I had come very close to getting up and flattening him in the short time he was there.
Trapper was shaking. "Did you see the look he gave us?" he demanded. "It was like he..like he knows everything!" I scoffed. "Frank Burns know something? Yeah, right." Trapper stared at me incredulously. "I don't think you understand. If they catch us, yeah, sure, we'll go home, yay, but they'll take my kids away from me! I can't live without my daughters!"
My turn to stare. "So what, are you saying you want to break things off?" I asked, determined to keep the fear rising in me pushed down. He bit his lip. "No..well, I don't know..I love you, but.." I stood up, furious. "Come find me when you've decided if you really want to be with me or not," I snapped, stalking out of the tent.
***TBC***
Boy, I love cliffhangers, don't you? Well, only if they're on MY stories, haha. Please review.