Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Word count: 503
Rating: G
Summary: Hawkeye reflects on the different people he has loved and the different ways he has loved them.
Author's Notes: I own nothing. I'm simply borrowing for fun. I put them back though.
Hawkeye stepped off the plane. He saw his dad, much as he had expected.
“Dad, “ Hawkeye said, embracing him as hard as he could.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” Daniel Pierce said, hugging his son back.
“I’m so glad I’m home. I’m so glad to be back from that hell.”
“I know son. I know.”
The sound of someone clearing his throat caused the two men to break their embrace. Hawkeye saw someone he wasn’t expecting. They hadn’t seen each other in years, but he’d recognize those blond curls and that goofy grin anywhere.
“Trapper?”
“Wow, you look old, Hawk.”
“Have you looked in a mirror recently? I guess that’s what war does to you. How did you find me?”
“There aren’t very many airports in the area, believe it or not. And I knew when everyone was coming home.”
“Trapper, I can’t believe it’s you.”
“I’m sorry. I should have written you or something. I came because I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note or anything. I’m sorry I didn’t do this in person,” and Trapper kissed his cheek.
“I was so mad at you. You were my best friend. You still can be if you care to keep in contact.”
“I will. I promise,” Trapper said, grinning.
“Dad, I want you to meet Trapper.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Daniel said. “Hawkeye told me so much about you.”
“You too, sir.
“You’ll have to tell me about my replacement, Hawk.”
“He called Frank ‘Ferret Face’ upon first meeting him.”
Trapper laughed. “He sounds great.”
“He was. At least after I gave him a chance.”
“Trapper, would you like to join us for dinner?” Daniel asked.
“Thanks, but I’ll just grab something near the hotel.”
“We insist Trap,” Hawkeye said.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”
After dinner Hawkeye and his dad sat in the living room of their house in Crabapple Cove, Maine drinking night caps.
“You know Dad, it’s strange. I have realized the different types of love. But you love every person separately. “
“I never thought about it, but I suppose you’re right.”
Hawkeye took a sip of his drink.
“I mean, you know I love you and how I love you. And that’s obviously different from all the women I’ve loved. Even each one of them I loved in a different way and for different reasons. It’s because every person demands you love them in a different way, that I had three best friends. Tommy was the boyhood friend who was a reminder of better days. Trapper is the long lost friend who could understand my need for silliness and my appreciation for women. And BJ has helped me mature. He’s monogamous and serious, but likes to drink and have a good laugh. I hated him for not being Trapper, but now I can’t imagine having through it without him. I wouldn’t have appreciated him when I was younger. I could go on, because every single person I love, I love in a different manner.”
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Word count: 503
Rating: G
Summary: Hawkeye reflects on the different people he has loved and the different ways he has loved them.
Author's Notes: I own nothing. I'm simply borrowing for fun. I put them back though.
Hawkeye stepped off the plane. He saw his dad, much as he had expected.
“Dad, “ Hawkeye said, embracing him as hard as he could.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” Daniel Pierce said, hugging his son back.
“I’m so glad I’m home. I’m so glad to be back from that hell.”
“I know son. I know.”
The sound of someone clearing his throat caused the two men to break their embrace. Hawkeye saw someone he wasn’t expecting. They hadn’t seen each other in years, but he’d recognize those blond curls and that goofy grin anywhere.
“Trapper?”
“Wow, you look old, Hawk.”
“Have you looked in a mirror recently? I guess that’s what war does to you. How did you find me?”
“There aren’t very many airports in the area, believe it or not. And I knew when everyone was coming home.”
“Trapper, I can’t believe it’s you.”
“I’m sorry. I should have written you or something. I came because I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note or anything. I’m sorry I didn’t do this in person,” and Trapper kissed his cheek.
“I was so mad at you. You were my best friend. You still can be if you care to keep in contact.”
“I will. I promise,” Trapper said, grinning.
“Dad, I want you to meet Trapper.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Daniel said. “Hawkeye told me so much about you.”
“You too, sir.
“You’ll have to tell me about my replacement, Hawk.”
“He called Frank ‘Ferret Face’ upon first meeting him.”
Trapper laughed. “He sounds great.”
“He was. At least after I gave him a chance.”
“Trapper, would you like to join us for dinner?” Daniel asked.
“Thanks, but I’ll just grab something near the hotel.”
“We insist Trap,” Hawkeye said.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”
After dinner Hawkeye and his dad sat in the living room of their house in Crabapple Cove, Maine drinking night caps.
“You know Dad, it’s strange. I have realized the different types of love. But you love every person separately. “
“I never thought about it, but I suppose you’re right.”
Hawkeye took a sip of his drink.
“I mean, you know I love you and how I love you. And that’s obviously different from all the women I’ve loved. Even each one of them I loved in a different way and for different reasons. It’s because every person demands you love them in a different way, that I had three best friends. Tommy was the boyhood friend who was a reminder of better days. Trapper is the long lost friend who could understand my need for silliness and my appreciation for women. And BJ has helped me mature. He’s monogamous and serious, but likes to drink and have a good laugh. I hated him for not being Trapper, but now I can’t imagine having through it without him. I wouldn’t have appreciated him when I was younger. I could go on, because every single person I love, I love in a different manner.”