Five minute fic: "Nobody ever..."
Nobody ever could've know. Nobody could've suspected anything.
Nobody had a reason to suspect something. But something had been
happening ever since the war ended. And that was 20 years ago now.
For 20 years they'd been living a secret double life. They'd been lying to
their families and flying to each other every few weekends for the last 20
years. Every time going to a different hotel so that no one would see them
twice in the same place. And then they'd go home and tell their families
what they hadn't done. They'd tell them about the meetings they hadn't
been to, the new techniques they hadn't learnt. And then they'd call each
other and say the same things they'd told their families. But it'd
mean something else. If they were sure no one else was listening they'd
whisper an 'I love you' in somewhere.
For the last 20 years their lives had been perfect, difficult, but perfect.
And now it had all come to an end.
Their families, the ones they loved, had found out.
And the day they found out, couldn't have been worse. Erin's wedding.
What was supposed to be a happy day was one the worst days in history.
Maybe even worse than the first day of the war.
Everyone from the 4077th was there. They tried not to do anything.
They tried to ignore each other. Staring in front of them, talking to other
people about other people. They'd planned a dirty weekend in two weeks
time. They'd have to wait until then. But they still had a party to get through.
People started noticing how they ignored each other, how they changed
the subject when the other one was mentioned. People started wondering
if they'd had some kind of a fight, sometime in the last 20 years.
Soon people were plotting ways to get them to make up. They got them
both together a put them in a room. "you're not coming out, unless you're
friends again!" But they were friends, they were more than friends. There
was nothing to make up. There was a bed. So, what else were they
supposed to do?
No one was supposed to come in. No one had said anything about coming in
while they were in there. But they'd heard laughing. One of them had laughed
at something the other one had said or done. Laughed a bit too loud. And
ofcource someone had heard.
"hey, we said you could come out when you were..."
There was no where to hide, no lies to make up, nothing to do that could
make it seem differently. It looked like everyone stood at the door, looking shocked
at them in bed. And now everybody knew.
The end. lalala
Nobody ever could've know. Nobody could've suspected anything.
Nobody had a reason to suspect something. But something had been
happening ever since the war ended. And that was 20 years ago now.
For 20 years they'd been living a secret double life. They'd been lying to
their families and flying to each other every few weekends for the last 20
years. Every time going to a different hotel so that no one would see them
twice in the same place. And then they'd go home and tell their families
what they hadn't done. They'd tell them about the meetings they hadn't
been to, the new techniques they hadn't learnt. And then they'd call each
other and say the same things they'd told their families. But it'd
mean something else. If they were sure no one else was listening they'd
whisper an 'I love you' in somewhere.
For the last 20 years their lives had been perfect, difficult, but perfect.
And now it had all come to an end.
Their families, the ones they loved, had found out.
And the day they found out, couldn't have been worse. Erin's wedding.
What was supposed to be a happy day was one the worst days in history.
Maybe even worse than the first day of the war.
Everyone from the 4077th was there. They tried not to do anything.
They tried to ignore each other. Staring in front of them, talking to other
people about other people. They'd planned a dirty weekend in two weeks
time. They'd have to wait until then. But they still had a party to get through.
People started noticing how they ignored each other, how they changed
the subject when the other one was mentioned. People started wondering
if they'd had some kind of a fight, sometime in the last 20 years.
Soon people were plotting ways to get them to make up. They got them
both together a put them in a room. "you're not coming out, unless you're
friends again!" But they were friends, they were more than friends. There
was nothing to make up. There was a bed. So, what else were they
supposed to do?
No one was supposed to come in. No one had said anything about coming in
while they were in there. But they'd heard laughing. One of them had laughed
at something the other one had said or done. Laughed a bit too loud. And
ofcource someone had heard.
"hey, we said you could come out when you were..."
There was no where to hide, no lies to make up, nothing to do that could
make it seem differently. It looked like everyone stood at the door, looking shocked
at them in bed. And now everybody knew.
The end. lalala