Rating: PG. It Will go to PG-13 by chapter 5
Note: This is Slash! Not too heavy, or even mentioned more than once until chapter 5.
Disclaimer: I do not own MASH, the characters, etc, etc...Nor do I own the song "The Last Goodbye" by Jeff Buckley
Some of you have probably read this from my Live Journal...link in my info.
This is a semi-song fic. Lyrics will appear in only a few of the parts with the final set of lyrics in the sequel, if I can ever get it completed.
Enjoy :)
PART 3The next few days feel like an implosion ready to happen. Plans are being made around you for you to join your father's private practice. Talking—talking would make things better, but you are alone...even though your father is always close by.
Your first chance for a break in the endless preparations and you find a phone in your hands and you wonder how it had jumped there. A small eternity later and it is ringing to someplace across the states—someplace in California.
"Peg?" A pang of jealousy for something you didn't have. "Is BJ there?" You manage to hear him over your loudly thumping heart. "It's Hawkeye."
You must have sounded down in the dumps. BJ—best friend, fellow prankster, and something more—had invited himself over, and you had agreed. His own private practice was slowly coming along, and he could use a vacation, or so he said.
Your dad's eyebrows went the way of his hairline at the news. "No spare room for guests?" you had repeated his words. "He can stay in my room. Better yet in my bed. I never use it." Problem solved...or was another one just created?
Evident in every bounce, smile, and joke was your joy. You felt like the day after tomorrow would never come. Well, it never would, but the Saturday of BJ's arrival soon would. Your dad notices the change in your mood. You, however, don't notice his smile evaporating every time you leave a room. He knew, even if you didn't yet. And the thought angered him...he feared he was right and hoped he was wrong.