~ SYDNEY, 2003 ~
'I can't believe you brought me here,' Izzy mumbled, staring out the taxi window. Hawkeye just smiled in reply.
'This your first time in Sydney?' the taxi driver asked after a pause of silence.
'Yep,' Hawkeye replied.
'I was born here,' Izzy said without looking up.
'You make a nice couple,' the driver continued.
'We're not married,' Hawkeye said hurriedly.
'Hawkeye's more like an older brother to me. My husband is back in the states, in Maine,' Izzy added. The driver nodded, and pulled to a stop.
'Seven dollars fifty,' he said. Izzy paid the man and they got out into the street.
'I can't believe I'm back,' Izzy said, looking around.
'51 years to the day since we met,' Hawkeye said.
'You can't count it as meeting, I was conscious for about thirty seconds,' Izzy argued. She sighed as she looked around again. 'It's like being home again.' Now about 70, Izzy had changed in appearance dramatically. Her hair had gone a silvery white, and her eyes behind her glasses had faded a little bit in colour. Hawkeye still looked exactly the same, save for his hair was now grey and a few wrinkles on his face.
'You don't regret not going home with BJ or one of the others, do you Izzy?' Hawkeye asked. Izzy recognized the worried tone.
'Why would I be?' Izzy said.
'Well, it's been a boring fifty or so years, hasn't it?' Hawkeye said.
'Not really,' Izzy said. 'I mean, I got to meet your dad, and I made you keep in touch with the others.'
'But I didn't offer you an education like I should have. Or a family. Charles would have given you the best education possible, and BJ could have given you a family,' Hawkeye said.
'Yeah,' Izzy admitted slowly, 'but I didn't want that. I wanted to be with you. I don't care I never got a proper education, school wasn't really my thing. And you and Daniel were enough family for me anyway.'
'I guess,' Hawkeye said grudgingly.
'Hey,' Izzy said, wrapping an arm around Hawkeye's shoulders. 'I don't regret anything, and never will, ok? Not being kicked outta home, not driving Frank Burns up the wall, not coming home with you instead of one of the others, and not anything. You just remember that.' Hawkeye grinned, like his old self. They continued up the road a little bit, Izzy smiling at all the things she recognized. For a few minutes, she felt like she was 18 again.
'Hey, did you see that?' Hawkeye suddenly asked, pulling on Izzy's arm. Izzy turned around in time to see the door of an electronics store close. She sort of gasped, and gripped tightly onto Hawkeye's arm.
'Did you see her?' Hawkeye asked.
'No, but I know that shop,' Izzy replied. They watched the shop for a few minutes until a tall girl with dark blonde hair ran out. She had a Polaroid camera in one hand, and her brown eyes were searching for away out of the messy situation she'd got herself into. The shop owner emerged a few seconds later. As they two running people neared, Izzy suddenly stepped in front of the shop keeper. There were a few moments where the two tried to get around each other, but Izzy finally stepped back. Hawkeye watched all of this with a kind of fascination.
'He would have caught me before I ran onto the road, if someone hadn't stepped into his way,' Izzy mumbled to Hawkeye. The two started to walk up the street, behind them chaos breaking lose as the girl with the Polaroid ran onto the road and was hit by a car.
'Happy birthday, Izzy,' Hawkeye said.
Izzy just nodded, ignoring the tears falling down her face, and unconsciously started to hum the tune to "Suicide is Painless".
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Koosh Note: Ok, NOW it's finished.
I'm sorry to the Radar, Father Mulchay, Colonel Potter and Charles fans that those four characters didn't get mentioned as much as they deserve. Especially Charles, I think I could have had a lot of fun introducing him to Izzy and getting them to know each other.
A big thanks to everyone who reviewed. Getting to read your responses to each chapter helps a lot, and in the cases of being threatened with ninjas- who-ride-llamas and having computer-created rotting vegetables thrown at me, encouraged me to write more as I had received the reactions I had wanted. :)
I know at least one person didn't want this fic to finish (me), but as the cast and crew of the TV series realised, it can't go on forever. There will be a sort of a sequel, it's gonna be called "Five ways to write a fic" and it'll have Izzy in it.
'I can't believe you brought me here,' Izzy mumbled, staring out the taxi window. Hawkeye just smiled in reply.
'This your first time in Sydney?' the taxi driver asked after a pause of silence.
'Yep,' Hawkeye replied.
'I was born here,' Izzy said without looking up.
'You make a nice couple,' the driver continued.
'We're not married,' Hawkeye said hurriedly.
'Hawkeye's more like an older brother to me. My husband is back in the states, in Maine,' Izzy added. The driver nodded, and pulled to a stop.
'Seven dollars fifty,' he said. Izzy paid the man and they got out into the street.
'I can't believe I'm back,' Izzy said, looking around.
'51 years to the day since we met,' Hawkeye said.
'You can't count it as meeting, I was conscious for about thirty seconds,' Izzy argued. She sighed as she looked around again. 'It's like being home again.' Now about 70, Izzy had changed in appearance dramatically. Her hair had gone a silvery white, and her eyes behind her glasses had faded a little bit in colour. Hawkeye still looked exactly the same, save for his hair was now grey and a few wrinkles on his face.
'You don't regret not going home with BJ or one of the others, do you Izzy?' Hawkeye asked. Izzy recognized the worried tone.
'Why would I be?' Izzy said.
'Well, it's been a boring fifty or so years, hasn't it?' Hawkeye said.
'Not really,' Izzy said. 'I mean, I got to meet your dad, and I made you keep in touch with the others.'
'But I didn't offer you an education like I should have. Or a family. Charles would have given you the best education possible, and BJ could have given you a family,' Hawkeye said.
'Yeah,' Izzy admitted slowly, 'but I didn't want that. I wanted to be with you. I don't care I never got a proper education, school wasn't really my thing. And you and Daniel were enough family for me anyway.'
'I guess,' Hawkeye said grudgingly.
'Hey,' Izzy said, wrapping an arm around Hawkeye's shoulders. 'I don't regret anything, and never will, ok? Not being kicked outta home, not driving Frank Burns up the wall, not coming home with you instead of one of the others, and not anything. You just remember that.' Hawkeye grinned, like his old self. They continued up the road a little bit, Izzy smiling at all the things she recognized. For a few minutes, she felt like she was 18 again.
'Hey, did you see that?' Hawkeye suddenly asked, pulling on Izzy's arm. Izzy turned around in time to see the door of an electronics store close. She sort of gasped, and gripped tightly onto Hawkeye's arm.
'Did you see her?' Hawkeye asked.
'No, but I know that shop,' Izzy replied. They watched the shop for a few minutes until a tall girl with dark blonde hair ran out. She had a Polaroid camera in one hand, and her brown eyes were searching for away out of the messy situation she'd got herself into. The shop owner emerged a few seconds later. As they two running people neared, Izzy suddenly stepped in front of the shop keeper. There were a few moments where the two tried to get around each other, but Izzy finally stepped back. Hawkeye watched all of this with a kind of fascination.
'He would have caught me before I ran onto the road, if someone hadn't stepped into his way,' Izzy mumbled to Hawkeye. The two started to walk up the street, behind them chaos breaking lose as the girl with the Polaroid ran onto the road and was hit by a car.
'Happy birthday, Izzy,' Hawkeye said.
Izzy just nodded, ignoring the tears falling down her face, and unconsciously started to hum the tune to "Suicide is Painless".
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Koosh Note: Ok, NOW it's finished.
I'm sorry to the Radar, Father Mulchay, Colonel Potter and Charles fans that those four characters didn't get mentioned as much as they deserve. Especially Charles, I think I could have had a lot of fun introducing him to Izzy and getting them to know each other.
A big thanks to everyone who reviewed. Getting to read your responses to each chapter helps a lot, and in the cases of being threatened with ninjas- who-ride-llamas and having computer-created rotting vegetables thrown at me, encouraged me to write more as I had received the reactions I had wanted. :)
I know at least one person didn't want this fic to finish (me), but as the cast and crew of the TV series realised, it can't go on forever. There will be a sort of a sequel, it's gonna be called "Five ways to write a fic" and it'll have Izzy in it.