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Title; Sublimation and Transferrance
Author: JMA
Email: thecrypt@iinet.net.au
Pairing: H/T, T/F,
Classificationl: chapter 6 in Game 22. series. click link for prev. chapters
Summary: Some things are worth fighting for.
Special Thanks: To the darling Beta’s minttown1 and jussen . May you’re your fridge be full of food.
Up to his elbows in another man’s intestines, Hawkeye reflected that his life was vivisected by the words ‘incoming wounded’. No matter what happened outside the O.R. it was cut in half by those two words.
In here it was blood and guts and shrapnel. The words sounded poetic, compared to the reality in which he was immersed. He wasn’t ready for ‘incoming wounded’. But ‘incoming wounded’ didn’t care that he just found out his best friend was…
“Can someone get me some tweezers here? I think I’ve got it.”
Barely a few feet away, his best friend whom he thought he knew, swore and tossed something in a pan that clinked. The kid in front of him, the kid whose life was in his hands didn’t know… what Hawkeye knew.
He tried not to think about it too much. He had a patient to work on and it shouldn’t matter too much. He’d always considered himself open minded, rational and …damn it!
“Can I get some suction here! I can’t see what the hell I’m doing!”
He shouldn’t have snapped. He’d nicked a vein he should’ve seen a mile away. If he wasn’t careful this kid didn’t have a chance in hell of living through this. Hawkeye had to calm down. After all, there was nothing not to be calm about. He never was a closed minded bigot.
“Anyone know what happened to these kids?” Henry asked. There had been no jokes in the O.R., and he had the feeling that it was going to be one of those ‘serious’ sessions. “This guy’s a real mess.”
“Word is that there was an ambush, sir,” Klinger answered, bringing in a new wounded soldier to Hawkeye’s table. “Apparently someone higher up knew about it but they didn’t get the word out in time. Did I mention that I hate the army?”
“Gee whiz! Sometimes I wish those ‘high ups’ would spend a day down here for a change. Sponge.”
“Henry, that means they’d have to see people as people. Instead of numbers.” Trapper asked a nurse to close as he looked over at Frank’s table. “You need a hand there, Frank?”
“Why do you guys always assume I need help? I’ll have you know that…”
“Doctor?”
“What?!”
“His blood pressure just dropped. It doesn’t look good.”
“Shoot!”
Trapper was over at Frank’s side in an instant. Still caught up in their own patients, Hawkeye and Henry could only watch as Frank and Trapper struggled to keep the man alive. A hidden shell fragment, one anyone could have missed, had nicked a major artery causing the lower abdominal cavity, where Frank had not been operating, to fill with blood. It could have happened to anyone.
The man, whose name they learned later was a Timothy Birch, a Captain, lived. But it was a close one.
“God damn it Frank! Next time you need help, ask for it! Your incompetence is gonna get people killed!” Hawkeye yelled, startling everybody.
“But…”
“Jeez Hawk! It wasn’t Frank’s fault. It coulda happened to anyone. It coulda happened to you!”
Hawkeye seemed to get angrier. “Sure, Trapper, defend him. Just excuse the fact that this excuse for a doctor is endangering people’s lives, because it’s Frank!”
“Hawkeye!” Trapper yelled. Things weren’t said.
“Look, guys…” Henry stepped in. He had a feeling there was something more going on than met the eye. “Hawkeye, why don’t you go outside and cool off for a bit. We can handle things in here for a few minutes.”
“Frank nearly kills someone and I get time-out?”
“Please Hawk?” Henry pleaded.
“Fine!”
He sat outside on a stack of crates, refusing to acknowledge that his little outburst had nothing to do with Frank’s patient. That would make him as closed minded as Frank… That made him do a double take. Recent events meant the even Frank wasn’t as closed-minded as Frank. Nothing was how it should be. Hawkeye blamed Korea.
“Hawkeye?”
“What is it Radar?”
Radar scurried outside and sat near Hawkeye. It was obvious the kid was wary and a little worried.
“I was just a little worried about you, sir.”
Hawkeye smiled. At least Radar was still Radar.
“Did you an’ Captain McIntyre have a fight? I know it’s none of my business, but… I dunno. Maybe you might like someone to talk to about it.”
Radar fidgeted a bit while Hawkeye considered.
“A fight…” Hawkeye said, “Yeah. No. Not a fight. I don’t know. Maybe he’s different…maybe I’m different.”
Radar listened.
“Maybe I’m losing him.”
“Sir?”
Hawkeye just shrugged. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps he was afraid of losing Trapper. To Frank? What Frank had from Trapper wasn’t exactly something he wanted. To his own hidden prejudices? If he kept this up then that was all too likely.
“Well, sir, the way I see it is that you and Capt’n McIntyre are best friends. You’re like…” Radar’s mind skipped over the word ‘brothers’. “…like family even. Sometimes you’re like the same person.”
Yeah, Hawkeye thought, he’s like my right arm.
“So, um, whatever’s changed can’t have changed that much, can it?”
Hawkeye stared at Radar for a moment, wondering if he *knew*. It was entirely possible, just the same as when he knew when the choppers were coming. Hawkeye dismissed the idea and hoped he was right to do so. Radar just seemed too innocent for something like this.
“I mean, he’s still Trapper isn’t he?”
Hawkeye nodded. It would have been so much easier if Frank was a nurse, just another nurse. Not that, now he was really thinking about it, Hawkeye could see the difference. So he was a man? So what? So he was Frank? So what? It didn’t mean anything would have to change.
“You know, kid…” Hawkeye said, putting his arm around Radar’s shoulder and heading back inside, “You’re right. Thinking about becoming a psychiatrist?”
Radar blushed and shook his head. “Ma says I’m good with this kinda thing. I always do this when Aunt Jean and Uncle Albert fight.”
Trapper raised an eyebrow at him when he walked back into the O.R. Hawkeye smiled and nodded.
Frank scowled.
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Author: JMA
Email: thecrypt@iinet.net.au
Pairing: H/T, T/F,
Classificationl: chapter 6 in Game 22. series. click link for prev. chapters
Summary: Some things are worth fighting for.
Special Thanks: To the darling Beta’s minttown1 and jussen . May you’re your fridge be full of food.
Up to his elbows in another man’s intestines, Hawkeye reflected that his life was vivisected by the words ‘incoming wounded’. No matter what happened outside the O.R. it was cut in half by those two words.
In here it was blood and guts and shrapnel. The words sounded poetic, compared to the reality in which he was immersed. He wasn’t ready for ‘incoming wounded’. But ‘incoming wounded’ didn’t care that he just found out his best friend was…
“Can someone get me some tweezers here? I think I’ve got it.”
Barely a few feet away, his best friend whom he thought he knew, swore and tossed something in a pan that clinked. The kid in front of him, the kid whose life was in his hands didn’t know… what Hawkeye knew.
He tried not to think about it too much. He had a patient to work on and it shouldn’t matter too much. He’d always considered himself open minded, rational and …damn it!
“Can I get some suction here! I can’t see what the hell I’m doing!”
He shouldn’t have snapped. He’d nicked a vein he should’ve seen a mile away. If he wasn’t careful this kid didn’t have a chance in hell of living through this. Hawkeye had to calm down. After all, there was nothing not to be calm about. He never was a closed minded bigot.
“Anyone know what happened to these kids?” Henry asked. There had been no jokes in the O.R., and he had the feeling that it was going to be one of those ‘serious’ sessions. “This guy’s a real mess.”
“Word is that there was an ambush, sir,” Klinger answered, bringing in a new wounded soldier to Hawkeye’s table. “Apparently someone higher up knew about it but they didn’t get the word out in time. Did I mention that I hate the army?”
“Gee whiz! Sometimes I wish those ‘high ups’ would spend a day down here for a change. Sponge.”
“Henry, that means they’d have to see people as people. Instead of numbers.” Trapper asked a nurse to close as he looked over at Frank’s table. “You need a hand there, Frank?”
“Why do you guys always assume I need help? I’ll have you know that…”
“Doctor?”
“What?!”
“His blood pressure just dropped. It doesn’t look good.”
“Shoot!”
Trapper was over at Frank’s side in an instant. Still caught up in their own patients, Hawkeye and Henry could only watch as Frank and Trapper struggled to keep the man alive. A hidden shell fragment, one anyone could have missed, had nicked a major artery causing the lower abdominal cavity, where Frank had not been operating, to fill with blood. It could have happened to anyone.
The man, whose name they learned later was a Timothy Birch, a Captain, lived. But it was a close one.
“God damn it Frank! Next time you need help, ask for it! Your incompetence is gonna get people killed!” Hawkeye yelled, startling everybody.
“But…”
“Jeez Hawk! It wasn’t Frank’s fault. It coulda happened to anyone. It coulda happened to you!”
Hawkeye seemed to get angrier. “Sure, Trapper, defend him. Just excuse the fact that this excuse for a doctor is endangering people’s lives, because it’s Frank!”
“Hawkeye!” Trapper yelled. Things weren’t said.
“Look, guys…” Henry stepped in. He had a feeling there was something more going on than met the eye. “Hawkeye, why don’t you go outside and cool off for a bit. We can handle things in here for a few minutes.”
“Frank nearly kills someone and I get time-out?”
“Please Hawk?” Henry pleaded.
“Fine!”
He sat outside on a stack of crates, refusing to acknowledge that his little outburst had nothing to do with Frank’s patient. That would make him as closed minded as Frank… That made him do a double take. Recent events meant the even Frank wasn’t as closed-minded as Frank. Nothing was how it should be. Hawkeye blamed Korea.
“Hawkeye?”
“What is it Radar?”
Radar scurried outside and sat near Hawkeye. It was obvious the kid was wary and a little worried.
“I was just a little worried about you, sir.”
Hawkeye smiled. At least Radar was still Radar.
“Did you an’ Captain McIntyre have a fight? I know it’s none of my business, but… I dunno. Maybe you might like someone to talk to about it.”
Radar fidgeted a bit while Hawkeye considered.
“A fight…” Hawkeye said, “Yeah. No. Not a fight. I don’t know. Maybe he’s different…maybe I’m different.”
Radar listened.
“Maybe I’m losing him.”
“Sir?”
Hawkeye just shrugged. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps he was afraid of losing Trapper. To Frank? What Frank had from Trapper wasn’t exactly something he wanted. To his own hidden prejudices? If he kept this up then that was all too likely.
“Well, sir, the way I see it is that you and Capt’n McIntyre are best friends. You’re like…” Radar’s mind skipped over the word ‘brothers’. “…like family even. Sometimes you’re like the same person.”
Yeah, Hawkeye thought, he’s like my right arm.
“So, um, whatever’s changed can’t have changed that much, can it?”
Hawkeye stared at Radar for a moment, wondering if he *knew*. It was entirely possible, just the same as when he knew when the choppers were coming. Hawkeye dismissed the idea and hoped he was right to do so. Radar just seemed too innocent for something like this.
“I mean, he’s still Trapper isn’t he?”
Hawkeye nodded. It would have been so much easier if Frank was a nurse, just another nurse. Not that, now he was really thinking about it, Hawkeye could see the difference. So he was a man? So what? So he was Frank? So what? It didn’t mean anything would have to change.
“You know, kid…” Hawkeye said, putting his arm around Radar’s shoulder and heading back inside, “You’re right. Thinking about becoming a psychiatrist?”
Radar blushed and shook his head. “Ma says I’m good with this kinda thing. I always do this when Aunt Jean and Uncle Albert fight.”
Trapper raised an eyebrow at him when he walked back into the O.R. Hawkeye smiled and nodded.
Frank scowled.
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