Dude, I'm not dead!
Amazing, I know. God, I've neglected this challenge so much. I apologize and promise to be better.
Title: Noise
Author: sarcasticsra
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Medium: TV
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Hawkeye/Sidney
Theme: K is for kaboom; an exclamation representing an explosive sound or event.
Disclaimer: The show ended five years before I was even thought of. Don’t think I own it.
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Mostly, the war was loud.
It was the sound of crashes and bangs and screams and cries. It was a giant cacophony of chaos, blood, and death. Nearly continuous, it only faltered for moments, only to start back up again. Those moments of silence, sometimes, were worse than the noise itself; they offered hope.
They there were those eerily silent periods where everyone would hold their breath, waiting for the next burst of a bomb or the sound of more fighting, while praying desperately that this was it. It almost never was, though, and after awhile it was considered naive and foolish to think it.
Not that this stopped people from silently, fervently hoping, anyway.
But for the most part, the sounds of choppers, guns, approaching ambulances, and worst of all, bombs, often filled the air -- morning, night, evening, it didn’t make any difference. It didn’t matter because destruction didn’t care if there were people there trying to work or sleep or heal or think or stay sane. It just wanted to continue on its path. Destruction was mindless, evil, and worst of all, ruthless, with terrible sounds as its sycophants, each separate one trying to one-up the other, clamoring for attention.
Hawkeye didn’t like the sounds. He’d found the only way to combat them was to be louder, so that was what he did. During his waking ours, he was always talking or joking; he tried to out-do the war, replace the unbearable sounds with the bearable. He did his best to never let in a moment of silence; Hawkeye didn’t want to give the war the chance to sneak in and start a monopoly on the noise.
At night, though, he couldn’t do it by himself. So instead of talking or joking, it was gasping and moaning and sometimes even groaning. During that time, it was a silent man made loud, a loud man made louder, and he and Sidney warded off the sounds and bursts of war together. Sidney, for his part, knew why they did this and didn’t begrudge it of Hawkeye. This was one of his many ways of dealing.
Anger turned sideways, indeed.
However, neither man knew if it really helped ward off the remnants of war in their heads. For all of Sidney’s wise words and Hawkeye’s logic, they were relying on emotion, feeling; they knew that for those precious minutes, seconds, fleeting moments, they were somewhere else, somewhere safe, somewhere kids weren’t being killed and choppers and ambulances full of bloodied boys expecting some sort of salvation didn’t show up daily. Maybe they were only delaying the inevitable, but when it was war, that was the only kind of help you were likely to get. At the very least, it assisted in eradicating the sounds of death.
Years later, each man would think of the other when thunder crashed outside their respective windows, and they’d wonder, for a moment, before they wished for silence.
Or at least for a way to mask the noise.
-End
Enjoy.
Title: Noise
Author: sarcasticsra
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Medium: TV
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Hawkeye/Sidney
Theme: K is for kaboom; an exclamation representing an explosive sound or event.
Disclaimer: The show ended five years before I was even thought of. Don’t think I own it.
A/N: Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Mostly, the war was loud.
It was the sound of crashes and bangs and screams and cries. It was a giant cacophony of chaos, blood, and death. Nearly continuous, it only faltered for moments, only to start back up again. Those moments of silence, sometimes, were worse than the noise itself; they offered hope.
They there were those eerily silent periods where everyone would hold their breath, waiting for the next burst of a bomb or the sound of more fighting, while praying desperately that this was it. It almost never was, though, and after awhile it was considered naive and foolish to think it.
Not that this stopped people from silently, fervently hoping, anyway.
But for the most part, the sounds of choppers, guns, approaching ambulances, and worst of all, bombs, often filled the air -- morning, night, evening, it didn’t make any difference. It didn’t matter because destruction didn’t care if there were people there trying to work or sleep or heal or think or stay sane. It just wanted to continue on its path. Destruction was mindless, evil, and worst of all, ruthless, with terrible sounds as its sycophants, each separate one trying to one-up the other, clamoring for attention.
Hawkeye didn’t like the sounds. He’d found the only way to combat them was to be louder, so that was what he did. During his waking ours, he was always talking or joking; he tried to out-do the war, replace the unbearable sounds with the bearable. He did his best to never let in a moment of silence; Hawkeye didn’t want to give the war the chance to sneak in and start a monopoly on the noise.
At night, though, he couldn’t do it by himself. So instead of talking or joking, it was gasping and moaning and sometimes even groaning. During that time, it was a silent man made loud, a loud man made louder, and he and Sidney warded off the sounds and bursts of war together. Sidney, for his part, knew why they did this and didn’t begrudge it of Hawkeye. This was one of his many ways of dealing.
Anger turned sideways, indeed.
However, neither man knew if it really helped ward off the remnants of war in their heads. For all of Sidney’s wise words and Hawkeye’s logic, they were relying on emotion, feeling; they knew that for those precious minutes, seconds, fleeting moments, they were somewhere else, somewhere safe, somewhere kids weren’t being killed and choppers and ambulances full of bloodied boys expecting some sort of salvation didn’t show up daily. Maybe they were only delaying the inevitable, but when it was war, that was the only kind of help you were likely to get. At the very least, it assisted in eradicating the sounds of death.
Years later, each man would think of the other when thunder crashed outside their respective windows, and they’d wonder, for a moment, before they wished for silence.
Or at least for a way to mask the noise.
-End
Enjoy.