Fic: If Existentialism Was A Woman (Sledge/Snafu) Part 4
Title: If Existentialism was a Woman (Part 4)
Pairing: Snafu/Sledge
Rating: R
Disclaimer: "The Pacific" does not belong to me, and I make no money in the writing of this fiction. This fiction is based on the television series and in no way reflects the actual lives of the men the characters are based on-it’s all fun and games here.
Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, Snafu's racism/mouth, sexual themes, sappy goo.
Summary: As Snafu and Sledge start to become more and more acquainted, new thoughts and feelings start to emerge as a result of closeness, war, and maybe a little bit of something else.
(Yeah. So...yeah. I'm sorry this took so long. I got...caught up in a new...thing. But since I never leave a story unfinished, this called me right back. And it's odd too. Usually I can divvy up a story based on beginning, middle and end. But this one seems to be coasting along on feeling alone. Weird right?
So, who knows? It wont be much longer. That I'm sure of. Maybe just an epilogue after this. An extra long epilogue. But, thank you to all the people who read and left comments! You're really the only reason I haven't stopped yet. So, as always, if you read this and feel so inclined, do drop a line to let me know what you think. The attention whore in me can never seem to get enough of it.)
She would have died a long time ago