Hawkeye wasn't entirely sure how he knew that it was time to go home. It may have been the restlessness (though Crabapple Cove wouldn't cure that). It may have been the call that Potter was sick and being a stubborn old mule about his treatment. Who knew with these things? The reason didn't matter. What did matter was that Hawkeye's apartment was ( Read more... )

Hawkeye was doing a crossword, as Hawkeyes do when they feel like intellectual stimulation without movement or a plot. On occasion, he would look over at the plant in the corner, which was looking much more healthy than it had last week. He was now half-convinced that it was sentient and annoyed at him for almost killing it ( Read more... )

The gremlin was back. Hawkeye had fleeced him during their marathon poker session and he'd come back to demand a rematch at a different card game. Hawkeye knew it was only a matter of time before he was bitten and hilarity would ensue for everyone other than him. But the little guy, venom and all, was a good card player ( Read more... )

Hawkeye had his workshop set for tomorrow and was all caught up on the crossword in the newspaper, but not on his sleep. That was why his feet were up on the desk, his chair tilted back and the good Doctor Pierce was snoozing with his head back.

The door was open though!

There was no pavlova on Hawkeye's desk. As such, he was sulking, if one definition of 'sulking' was 'eating a bagel and reading the newspaper.' His feet were up on the desk next to his coffee, of course, and the door was open ( Read more... )

( First Aid Syllabus - slightly different from Term 1 )

Hawkeye had a chair, an umbrella and a cooler. He was set until lunch time. He readjusted his arm to keep the paper he was writing on from flying away.

( Dear Dad )

There were cupcakes on Hawkeye's desk when he arrived. There were half as many cupcakes by the time the first hour passed. By the end of the day, Hawkeye knew that there would be no more cupcakes. It was something he'd come to terms with ( Read more... )

Hawkeye managed, at some point during the week, to procure a putter, several golf balls and one of those machines that returns the ball if you putt it at the right place ( Read more... )

Hawkeye didn't like his new office. But office hours were a thing, and so here he was, dusting the empty shelves and singing loudly with the door open. His form of protest against office hours was doing all of this in Bermuda shorts and flippers. Old habits were hard to break ( Read more... )