Rating: PG-13
Note: This is Slash! Means romantic interactions between two male characters. You have been warned!!
Disclaimer: I do not own MASH, the characters, etc, etc...Nor do I own the song "The Last Goodbye" by Jeff Buckley
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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 6
"Benjamin Pierce!"
The yell startles you from a dreamless sleep. With a sinking feeling, you remove your head from the shoulder it lay against and look towards the door at your furious father. Without a word he turns and exits the doorway.
"Dad!" you call out and disentangle yourself from a groggy BJ. You retrieve your pants from where they were flung over the footlocker and you trip several times in your haste to put them on. Then you run off in pursuit of your father. He is in the kitchen sitting at the dinning table, his back to the door. "Dad?"
No response.
"Dad, listen to me!"
He spins around so fast he is a brief blur. His eyes are cold and hard. Now that you have his undivided attention, words fail you. Would have made a great laugh for you, the well of words, to be made speechless. Nothing seems funny now.
"So, that was your 'pal' from Korea."
"Nothing happened between us in Korea." You think that the shared kiss before you left for home is irrelevant.
"Just like nothing happened last night? Do you even know what day it is?"
"The 22nd?" you say, confused.
"Sunday."
The force and anger behind the word gives you a cold chill up your spine. The day of the week makes little matter to you, but to your father—"Please tell me that this is the only reason you are angry."
"Angry is inadequate for my feelings at the moment."
BJ stands at the kitchen's entrance. You didn't need to look to know he is there. "I think I'll be leaving now--"
"You damn well are!"
BJ turns on his heel and disappears from your sight. You are torn. Since your dad is ignoring you, you run after your friend. He is just hanging up the hall phone and motions you into your room. "I'm sorry, Beej," you begin as soon as you can get the door closed.
He silences you with a finger across your trembling lips. "Don't apologize. It was just as much my fault." He runs a hand through his hair, which is still on end from sleep. "My new flight leaves in 4 hours. Going to get packed and call a cab. Your father doesn't happen to have a shot gun, does he?"
You dismiss his question. "Cab? I'll drive you."
"I don't think that is a good idea, Hawk."
"I don't care." You shake your head urgently. "I'll go talk to Dad about borrowing the car."
BJ reaches out and grabs your arm as you turn to leave. The look in his eyes makes you want to melt. "In case he does have a shotgun," you say, "goodbye, Beej." You lean in a kiss him, knowing that you will never get a chance alone with him again.
Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye