Title: Be Careful What You Wish For…
Author: Hawkeye/Katy
Beta: Alex/Odysseus, Onigami/Ryan and Nox/BJ
Fandom: MASH
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I own Adair and the plotline. That is all. MASH belongs to… whoever it belongs to. frowns Who does it belong to? Fox? Meh… I dunno.
Summary: AU. Hawkeye was a doctor with a difference. We all knew that. But, honestly? How different is different?
"Told you so," Hawkeye said weakly, one hand pressed to his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.
BJ stared at him in horror, dropping to his knees beside Hawkeye. He pressed his hand to the wound, fighting back the nausea that threatened to swamp him as blood, Hawkeye's blood, ran over his hand and down his arm. Hawkeye grunted in pain as BJ's hand pressed down on the already painful injury. He turned glassy eyes back up to the blonde.
"Whatcha doin', Beej?" he mumbled, frowning at BJ's attempts to stop the bleeding.
BJ ignored the mumbled question, "Casualty on the helipad! All medics to the helipad!" he yelled over Hawkeye's head.
BJ kept his hand pressed to the bullet wound in Hawk's chest. He listened to Hawkeye's raspy breathing and shuddered. Blood still flowed sluggishly down over his hands. Where was everybody? He glanced around frantically, hoping to see Potter, Father Mulcahy, Radar, Margaret… hell anyone… No-one. There was no-one.
"They're not comin', Beej…" Hawkeye said to him, his voice horribly calm.
"Shut up, Hawk," BJ snapped, "Just shut up."
Hawkeye pushed weakly at BJ's strong hands, "Beej, stop it. Lemme go."
BJ smacked Hawkeye's questing hand lightly, "Leave it, Hawk, you ain't going anywhere."
Hawkeye frowned up at him, his world hazy with pain. What was BJ doing? He wasn't supposed to save him. That's not how it went. Hawkeye coughed weakly, grimacing and letting out a soft moan as his chest suddenly became one big ball of agony. He felt something wet trickle out of the corner of his mouth and blinked blearily as BJ's eyes widened in shock. The blonde reached out with his free hand, which was shaking, Hawk noted absently, and wiped it across Hawkeye's chin. Hawkeye blinked again and tried to focus his blurring eyes. BJ stared down at his free hand. The hand that was now covered in blood, not from the bullet wound, but that Hawkeye had just coughed up.
"All medics to the helipad!" BJ yelled again, his voice growing hoarse.
"Told you… not comin'…" Hawkeye murmured, voice growing steadily weaker.
"Hawk… you stay with me, dammit!"
Hawkeye opened bleary eyes and struggled to bring BJ's face into focus, "Why?" he asked.
BJ stared at him, "Because… because I… Jesus Christ, Hawkeye, just because, alright!"
Hawkeye's eyes closed again, more blood trickled out of his mouth, "S'my orders, Beej…" he whispered.
BJ growled, "Dammit, I don't care! I'm not letting you die!"
Hawkeye's eyes cracked open again and locked onto BJ's own, "Why?" he asked weakly.
"I'm not letting my best friend die because he chose a stupid time to start following orders."
Hawkeye frowned up at him again. BJ honestly wanted to save him. He didn't know why, but it seemed like a very important question. And one Hawkeye really wanted to know the answer to. His frown grew deeper and he shifted slightly, trying to look at the other doctor, moaning in pain as his wound pulled.
"Why?" Hawkeye asked insistently.
Blood still seeping through his fingers, BJ glared down at Hawk, "Stop. Asking. Why."
Hawkeye sighed, blood running down his chin, as he realized that BJ wasn't going to answer his question. He coughed weakly, grimacing as his chest burned. He both felt and saw the grey pushing at the edges of his vision. Pity. He'd really wanted to know why BJ wanted to save him. A lone tear trickled down his cheek to mix with the blood on his chin. BJ… God, he'd miss him…
BJ saw the tear roll down Hawkeye's cheek, "No, Hawk, come on… I'm sorry… you can ask why all you like."
The grey pushed at the edges of Hawkeye's vision. He sighed softly. Time to go, I guess. His eyes slowly closed. He could hear BJ talking, speaking quickly, but it was all muffled. He sighed again; it didn't hurt anymore, that was good. He heard BJ say something, quietly. He wished he could hear what he was saying. He heard another voice. Adair?
BJ stared down at Hawkeye. He was dying. After what he'd just told him, Hawkeye was still dying. BJ scrunched his eyes shut. This was not happening. This was a nightmare. He'd open his eyes and Hawk would be there, shaking his shoulder and telling him to wake up.
"Oh Benjamin, you really ballsed this up, didn't you?"
BJ's head snapped up, staring at the bespectacled angel above him, "You… Adair, right? You can fix him, can't you?"
"I could, yes…" Adair said, nudging Hawkeye with his foot and grimacing as his shoe came away bloody.
"Then do it!" BJ yelled, his eyes wide, staring up at Adair in shock.
Adair gave him a malicious grin, "Why?" he asked, mimicking Hawkeye.
BJ growled at him, "You son-of-a… He's dying, damn you! Fix him!"
Adair grimaced at his bloody shoe again and pushed his glasses back up his nose, "Well, I know where Benjamin gets his foul language from…"
Adair's head reared back as BJ let loose with a torrent of the filthiest curse words the blonde doctor knew existed and a few more he made up on the spot. Adair pushed his glasses back up his nose and wrinkled his nose at BJ. With a long suffering sigh he eased himself to his knees, letting out a small noise of distaste as the dirt settled on his neatly pressed pants. As BJ fixed him with a furious glare and gestured with a blood-covered hand, Adair sighed again, pushed his glasses up his nose and held his hands over Hawkeye's bloodied chest. BJ frowned when nothing happened.
"Benjamin," Adair said flatly, shooting BJ a sly look.
BJ frowned at him, "Hawkeye," he said automatically, "His name is Hawkeye."
Adair turned his head to look at the blonde and smiled, without any malice or sarcasm, the first true smile BJ had ever seen on the arrogant angel's face. Adair turned his head back to Hawkeye and flexed his fingers. A soft white glow surrounded his hands and Hawkeye's wound. BJ watched, completely helpless. A frown flitted across Adair's face and he heaved another long suffering sigh. The glow faded from around his hands and he sat back.
"There. Fixed," he told BJ, pushing his glasses back up his nose and ruffling his wings.
Adair got to his feet and frowned at his now dusty pants, "Word of advice, Doctor Hunnicutt… if you yell for a medic now, they'll come…" Adair ruffled his wings lightly, "Don't yell for anyone, he won't thank you for it."
"But…" BJ gestured to the blood.
Adair glanced over his shoulder at his wings, "Trust me, Doctor Hunnicutt, this is probably the only thing he and I will agree on… don't yell for anyone."
BJ's eyes narrowed slightly, before he sighed, bowing his head, "Fine."
Adair's mouth quirked slightly in what was almost a smile and the arrogant angel vanished as silently as he had appeared. BJ turned back to Hawkeye. He caught sight of his bloodied hands and winced, before wiping them on his pants. He grimaced as the blood clung to his hands. He rubbed them more forcefully across his knees, wincing as the blood still left a faded red stain on his hands.
"Need scrub soap for that…" a soft voice told him.
BJ looked from his hands towards the voice. He shot Hawkeye a grin as a set of no-longer pain-filled blue eyes met his own. Hawk gave him a small smile in return. BJ turned slightly so he was facing Hawkeye, reaching out a hand and carefully peeling the blood-soaked t-shirt away from the wound. BJ blinked. There was no wound. Not anymore. BJ poked at the skin exposed by the hole in Hawkeye's t-shirt. It was like he'd never been shot. He poked the skin again, stunned into silence.
"Beej? Quit poking me."
"Hmm?" BJ said absently, before blushing furiously as he realized what he was doing, "Oh, sorry…"
"S'ok," Hawk mumbled, struggling into a sitting position.
Hawkeye sat up slowly, blinking as the world around him tilted slightly. He stayed quiet, taking a mental inventory. Head, fuzzy, but ok. Good. Chest, no pain. Good. Arms, little tingly, but ok. Good. Legs, no pain. Good. All in all… he was… Oh hell! Hawkeye flinched as a wave of pain flowed through his back. Back, very painful. Not good. He gasped as the pain doubled, flowing up his spine and settling over his shoulder blades.
Hearing the pained gasp, BJ's head snapped round. His eyes widened as he saw Hawkeye doubled over in agony. Shifting closer, he ran careful fingers over his chest, cursing Adair all the while. Dammit! He said it was fixed! Breathing harshly, Hawkeye let out a strangled yell, shoving BJ's hands away and curling his own protectively around himself. Scowling, BJ pushed Hawkeye's hands away and continued to try and examine a wound that no longer existed.
"Don't touch me…" Hawkeye ground out, his eyes scrunched shut and his face pale.
Hawkeye gritted his teeth, biting back another yell. Damn, what was going on? He hadn't earned his wings yet… had he? He tried to think through the pain in his back, surely he'd remember if he'd earned his wings. He groaned as his back flared with pain. He tried rolling his shoulders, but that just made it worse, causing the yell he had previously suppressed to burst from him.
Hawkeye felt the muscles in his back rip and rebuild themselves as his wings grew inside his back. He let out a strangled groan, fighting the urge to just scream. He shuddered, fists clenching in the hard-packed dirt of the helipad as his back twitched, involuntarily trying again and again to spread wings that simply couldn't emerge. God, if the wing scars didn't show up soon he was going make BJ cut them out! BJ could only watch helplessly as Hawkeye shuddered painfully.
A horrible scream wrenched itself from Hawkeye's throat as his back bowed alarmingly, his shoulders rolling back until the shoulder blades were almost touching. BJ stared in shock as a rippling wave arched down Hawkeye's back. What the hell was going on? The dark haired man screamed again and hunched over, curling into a ball.
"Hawk? Hawk, what's going on? What do you need me to do?"
"Cut the damn things out!" Hawkeye replied through gritted teeth.
"What!" BJ yelped incredulously.
Hawkeye's breathing grew harsh as he ground out, "Get a scalpel, a knife, hell, a rusty nail… and make two incisions down my shoulder blades… ah hell!"
"What, Hawk, what! I'm helpless here!"
Hawkeye shuddered, another wave rippling through the muscles on his back, "So am I…"
BJ jerked as two long bloody furrows seemed to etch themselves down Hawkeye's shoulder blades. As the blonde doctor reached out a hand to inspect the gashes, Hawkeye let out a pathetic groan. He weakly rolled his shoulders, spreading his newly grown wings. He shuddered again and pitched forward into the dirt, unmoving.