VOICES
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Elyse and Steph
Story Note: The font in italics , like this "…" are Hawkeye's head voice! This could help a lot with the story!
Chapter One
Six months before he was drafted, the voices had begun. One month before he left for Korea they had gone without a trace.
Every day they followed him; to the hospital, the drugstore for more supplies, client's houses, dinners and billiards with is dad, before he flaked it on his bed. Even when he was in the backseat of his electric blue Volkswagen with a girl he had just met.
I bet they think you come in here just for drugs. Drugs just for you and only you
"No, they're only for my clients. I know that"
Do they..? No. Ever wonder why they give you those looks?
"Go away! Just shut up. There are no looks!"
Yes. There are.
He had never told any one, and it was only till his dad heard him screaming in the lounge room as if some one was there, that he talked it over with him. His dad said there was nothing wrong, stress that's all
Stress? His sugar coating it, Ben. You know it. He doesn't want word to get round.
And in fact, the voice was right. And so was his dad.
It had gone only one month before he packed. But those last words were very haunting.
Ben. Remember all those times I said kill…and you didn't?
"Yea?"
You're in a battle zone. A place where you can kill…and get away with it!
"I'd never kill you know it! I'd never take a life. I prevent that, not sustain it!"
Benjamin…think about it. Just say you were in danger, so you pulled the trigger.
"I don't even like picking up guns. So no dice."
Who said it has to be a gun. You ARE a doctor…a surgeon who pokes through others bodies…
That was the last time he had heard that voice. Over a year ago. But something that Frank had said, with Margaret agreeing, to him in the operating room had rung a very big, dusted bell.
Flash back
"Pierce he's a communist, just let him die. No one cares."
"Pierce, try your best but if you have to…Major Burns is right"
"Majors, if you both don't start stitching your patient, I'll stitch you two...together!"
End Flash back
He slipped down the wall outside of the post op ward.
They sounded just like the voices. Just like them
I told you, kill and no one will notice
He spun around suddenly "BJ?" he asked meekly
Idiot! Who else? Really Ben, you surprise me!
"Go away!"
Where? I'm you and you are me…the only way to get rid of me is to kill your self… you don't want that do you?
"No! No, I don't."
As it should be. Now, Ben, who should we kill? Trapper left you all alone. And Henry never made it. But Trapper, he could've said goodbye!
"He couldn't, he didn't mean to… it was"
His fault.
"Whose? Not..."
BJ. Yes…you need to get rid of him!
"NO! NEVER! I CAN'T I COULDN'T… I …"
Yes, you could!
"No! NO NO, NO NO, NO!" he clamped his hands around his ears.
Benjamin…come on
He lent his left side against the metal wall, hands still on ears "Why can't you just go away! Just leave me alone"
It was then that he heard an old but calm voice, still with it. "Pierce?"
It's the Colonel
"I KNOW!"
He had seen things like this before, and even though his time here and only been 5 months, he prayed that Hawkeye hadn't suddenly slipped. "It's okay Hawk, let's go see BJ and get some lighter fluid."
Hawkeye looked at him, and even though the voice said no, he nodded and slowly got up. "Bad day at work, I guess."
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theres our disclaimer, nice and simple.