Koosh Note: Yes, people have picked it, the end is coming soon. And someone
mentioned that chapter 53 was a little hurried, and I'm sorry about that,
but I can't remember a lot of the details. Especially when it comes to
"Goodbye, Farewell and Amen" (I've watched it once), so sorry about any
lack of detail in the coming chapters.
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Izzy kept out of everyone's way as the end of war rumours became more intense, and the camp was overrun by wounded. She made a note to herself to avoid the latrines, and she kept a close eye on BJ to see when he was told he could leave. She didn't have to wait long.
'Izzy, I'm going home!' BJ said, bursting into her tent. Izzy looked up from taking her pictures of the tent walls.
'I know,' she replied mildly.
'As in now,' BJ said.
'I know,' Izzy repeated. She got down from her foot locker, and hugged BJ. 'Radar wasn't the only person to know what was going to happen before it happened.'
'I'm going to miss you, Izzy,' BJ said.
'We'll see each other real soon, I promise,' Izzy replied, pulling away from BJ's hug again.
'What are you going to do after the war?' BJ asked suddenly.
'What?' Izzy asked, a little surprised.
'Were you going to go back to Australia, or what?' BJ said.
'I hadn't thought it out,' Izzy said slowly.
'Come home with me. Erin would love a big sister, I know it,' BJ said.
'I'm a little old to be adopted,' Izzy reminded the man.
'Not a proper adoption, but you can live with us. Erin will look up to you as her big sister, or Aunt or whatever you want to be, and we'll look after you, and everything,' BJ said earnestly. Izzy thought about it for a little while. She needed a home, and BJ was offering her one.
'I'll think about it,' she said. 'If I do come, I'll come after the war is finished. It'll be hard on the camp to be missing another doctor without their messenger girl gone too.' BJ nodded and ran out, probably to ring Peg and just check it was ok with her. Izzy went back to taking the pictures off the walls. The real reason she didn't want to go just yet was so she could talk to Hawkeye the second he was back in camp. He'd be annoyed with BJ for leaving, even though he would come back due to not catching his plane, and Izzy didn't need him angry at her as well. Taking the last picture down, she rolled up her patchwork quilt and put it in her rucksack, ready to go at a moments notice.
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Izzy was in Rosie's, not quite sober. Although she hated the taste of the Still, she had found Rosie sold a fruit flavoured alcohol with a decent amount of liqueur in it. Many times, she'd drunk too much and had been found passed out by someone, usually in Klinger's office or in the corner of the Swamp. It's how Charles met Izzy and found out about her life, or at least, as much as everyone else knew. That's where the Major found Izzy that night, drowning her sorrows in the darkest corner of Rosie's bar.
'G'day, Charles' Izzy slurred a little. Charles cleared his throat.
'I have a proposition for you, Izzy,' he said. 'You have no home in Australia, so I want you to come to Boston. With me.' Izzy looked up, the words taking a little while to register with her.
'What?' she asked.
'You can stay with my sister, and she will educate you, and you become a nurse, or anything you want to be,' Charles said earnestly. Although she couldn't see straight, Izzy realised that Charles must like her a lot to offer her a home within his family. After all, she was only a street urchin.
'Why?' Izzy demanded. 'How am I good enough for your family?'
'My dear Izzy, it is my duty as a Winchester to take care of the lower class man,' Charles said. Izzy fixed him with a stare that told him that she wasn't buying it, no matter how many of him there were floating around. 'Alright,' Charles hissed. 'I care for you! I worry about how you are going to live when the war is over!'
'That's all you had to say,' Izzy said, managing a smile. 'I'll think about it, ok? When I'm sober and my hangover had gone, I'll think about it. You're not the only one to ask me to come home with you.'
'That's all I ask you to do, is think about it,' Charles said. 'Now let's get you to bed, you've had way too much to drink.'
'I'm fine,' Izzy said, trying to wave Charles away, but only succeeding in hitting the bar. Charles took a firm hold of Izzy's arm, and took her back to her tent to sleep the alcohol off.
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Izzy kept out of everyone's way as the end of war rumours became more intense, and the camp was overrun by wounded. She made a note to herself to avoid the latrines, and she kept a close eye on BJ to see when he was told he could leave. She didn't have to wait long.
'Izzy, I'm going home!' BJ said, bursting into her tent. Izzy looked up from taking her pictures of the tent walls.
'I know,' she replied mildly.
'As in now,' BJ said.
'I know,' Izzy repeated. She got down from her foot locker, and hugged BJ. 'Radar wasn't the only person to know what was going to happen before it happened.'
'I'm going to miss you, Izzy,' BJ said.
'We'll see each other real soon, I promise,' Izzy replied, pulling away from BJ's hug again.
'What are you going to do after the war?' BJ asked suddenly.
'What?' Izzy asked, a little surprised.
'Were you going to go back to Australia, or what?' BJ said.
'I hadn't thought it out,' Izzy said slowly.
'Come home with me. Erin would love a big sister, I know it,' BJ said.
'I'm a little old to be adopted,' Izzy reminded the man.
'Not a proper adoption, but you can live with us. Erin will look up to you as her big sister, or Aunt or whatever you want to be, and we'll look after you, and everything,' BJ said earnestly. Izzy thought about it for a little while. She needed a home, and BJ was offering her one.
'I'll think about it,' she said. 'If I do come, I'll come after the war is finished. It'll be hard on the camp to be missing another doctor without their messenger girl gone too.' BJ nodded and ran out, probably to ring Peg and just check it was ok with her. Izzy went back to taking the pictures off the walls. The real reason she didn't want to go just yet was so she could talk to Hawkeye the second he was back in camp. He'd be annoyed with BJ for leaving, even though he would come back due to not catching his plane, and Izzy didn't need him angry at her as well. Taking the last picture down, she rolled up her patchwork quilt and put it in her rucksack, ready to go at a moments notice.
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Izzy was in Rosie's, not quite sober. Although she hated the taste of the Still, she had found Rosie sold a fruit flavoured alcohol with a decent amount of liqueur in it. Many times, she'd drunk too much and had been found passed out by someone, usually in Klinger's office or in the corner of the Swamp. It's how Charles met Izzy and found out about her life, or at least, as much as everyone else knew. That's where the Major found Izzy that night, drowning her sorrows in the darkest corner of Rosie's bar.
'G'day, Charles' Izzy slurred a little. Charles cleared his throat.
'I have a proposition for you, Izzy,' he said. 'You have no home in Australia, so I want you to come to Boston. With me.' Izzy looked up, the words taking a little while to register with her.
'What?' she asked.
'You can stay with my sister, and she will educate you, and you become a nurse, or anything you want to be,' Charles said earnestly. Although she couldn't see straight, Izzy realised that Charles must like her a lot to offer her a home within his family. After all, she was only a street urchin.
'Why?' Izzy demanded. 'How am I good enough for your family?'
'My dear Izzy, it is my duty as a Winchester to take care of the lower class man,' Charles said. Izzy fixed him with a stare that told him that she wasn't buying it, no matter how many of him there were floating around. 'Alright,' Charles hissed. 'I care for you! I worry about how you are going to live when the war is over!'
'That's all you had to say,' Izzy said, managing a smile. 'I'll think about it, ok? When I'm sober and my hangover had gone, I'll think about it. You're not the only one to ask me to come home with you.'
'That's all I ask you to do, is think about it,' Charles said. 'Now let's get you to bed, you've had way too much to drink.'
'I'm fine,' Izzy said, trying to wave Charles away, but only succeeding in hitting the bar. Charles took a firm hold of Izzy's arm, and took her back to her tent to sleep the alcohol off.