Author: timberwolf63
Warning: Slash
Note: Written in response to the prompt “sweet” at the yahoo slash community, and inspired by one of my favorite scenes of the entire series, in “That’s Show Biz.”
( Matters of the Heart )
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A double-drabble (200 words) to accompany the episode “Bless You, Hawkeye.”
( Ripples )
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “Life Time.”
Tick tick tick...
I don’t like the way my mind works since I came over here. To want a man to die... that’s not any way for a man of God to think. It’s horrific. It’s blasphemy.
And yet I can’t help it.
Take from Harold to save George. Rob Peter to pay Paul.
Lord help me, give me strength. I’m losing my humanity over here, I’m losing my way.
Tick tick tick...
Every second counts. I know it’s appalling, I know it’s obscene, but—God help me—I pray for that young man to die soon.
Tick tick tick...
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “The Yalu Brick Road.” As you can probably tell from the episode’s title, Mike Farrell was inspired by The Wizard of Oz when he wrote this script. The same goes for my drabble.
I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Lost in the wilds of Korea... this is not exactly my idea of fun. It’s pretty damn scary, if you want to know the truth.
Ralph is forever surrendering, Fred’s a weight on B.J.’s shoulders. Which way to go? It’s anyone’s guess. The enemy could be lurking around any corner.
Soldiers and guns and artillery, oh my.
Who would’ve guessed I’d ever say this? I actually miss the mighty 4077th.
We’ll be OK, we’ll find our way back. Repeat after me: There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home...
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A double-drabble (200 words) to accompany the episode “C*A*V*E.” I took notice that Radar did not appear at all, which led me to wonder what would happen if he returned from his R&R while everyone was taking refuge in the cave. In the episode, Hawkeye and Margaret go back to the 4077th to use the OR, but for the purposes of this fic, let’s pretend they stayed at the cave with everyone else.
“Anybody? Hey, is anyone here?”
Bewildered, Radar stood in the middle of the compound… the decidedly very empty compound… his heart hammering. Where was everyone?
He went back into his office, then into the Colonel’s office. Then to post-op. Out to the mess tent… the Swamp… Klinger’s tent.
Didn’t matter where he went, there wasn’t a soul to be found.
He was terrified.
He scampered into his office, picked up the phone. “Sparky? Sparky, you’re not gonna believe this, but my camp has been abducted or somethin’. Nobody’s here!”
Sparky laughed, and Radar felt his confusion shift to anger. “What’s so funny?”
Radar listened as Sparky said something about a cave and escaping a crossfire and getting the patients somewhere safe until it all blew over.
Which it had, apparently… in the last hour or so.
When Radar heard the jeeps rolling down the road toward camp, the gang returning after their mini-bug-out, he sat at Colonel Potter’s desk with his feet up, harboring a fury that could melt steel.
Potter’s eyes were huge when he opened his door and saw his company clerk behind the desk.
“Next time,” the young Corporal bellowed, “leave a goddamn note!”
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “They Call the Wind Korea.”
“Radar! I believe I have a friend of yours… someone you’ve been looking for…?”
The tall man hands me over to the young chap who calls me Babette. He’s thrilled to see me, but all I can think is, rats! I was so close to breaking out of here!
Yeah, this guy treats me OK, but that Bongo, the pig I share a hutch with? What a dolt! He’s perfectly content to just sit around chirping all day, eating lettuce. Hey, genius―wake up and smell the pellets! We’re guinea pigs and this is a hospital.
Need I say more?
Author: timberwolf63
Summary: Shortly after returning home from the war, B.J.’s constantly reminded of what he left behind. Inspired by the episode “Your Hit Parade.” (Also includes tiny references to “Goodbye, Farewell and Amen.”) Mild slash.
Disclaimer: It goes without saying that I don’t own the lyrics to “Sentimental Journey.”
( Old Memories )
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “The Light That Failed.”
“Dang!”
“Miss Porterfield? Something wrong?”
“That nice doctor called all the way from Korea, wanting to know the outcome of ‘The Rooster Crowed at Midnight.’ And I’m afraid I gave him the wrong answer.”
“You did?”
“I said Avery Updike, but that’s not right, is it?”
“You would know better than I, ma’am. Would you like me to fetch your copy of the book so you can check?”
“No, that’s OK. I wouldn’t have any way of calling back that nice Dr. Honeycomb.” She sighed. “And anyway, that’s pretty trivial in comparison to Dr. Sun Yat-sen dying, don’t you think?”
Author: timberwolf63
Summary: A (dark) twist to the episode “Fallen Idol.” It was written as a response to the 10-min. prompt “raw.” When I posted this at the yahoo group, someone pointed out that it’s not clear whose POV this is. There’s no doubt in my mind who it is, but apparently YMMV.
( Unthinkable )
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “Margaret’s Marriage.”
I watch as she gets in the chopper. So she’s finally married. She looks so happy. She doesn’t need me anymore… Did she ever? I’m not even sure.
I know that I needed her. We used to be so good together, so in tune with each other. She supported me, gave me confidence. I’m smaller without her… I’m less of a man.
The others wave, then start to walk back to camp. The chopper soars into the sky, whisking her away.
So this is it, then. This is how it ends.
Not with a bang but with a whimper. Mine.
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode “Movie Tonight.”
The next morning, Radar was still singing the song to himself. Such a catchy tune… he couldn’t get it out of his head. Laughing a little, secure in the knowledge that nobody was around, he picked up his teddy and sang to it…
Oh some guys in the Army
They’re all alone and blue
But my bear is my best friend
You are what gets me through…
Oh, I don’t want no more of Army—
“Awww, aint that sweet!” Klinger said from the doorway, grinning.
Radar whirled around, turning beet-red. “Klinger!” he yelled and chased after the retreating corporal.
Author: timberwolf63
Summary: Hawkeye’s self-destructing on a nightly basis, leaving B.J. worried and wondering how to help. Inspired by and follows the episode “Hawk’s Nightmare.”
( My Brother’s Keeper )
Author: timberwolf63
Summary: A post-war fic based on dialogue in the episode “Lt. Radar O’Reilly.” It was written at the request of someone in the yahoo slash community, but it ended up being slash-free. I’m sure she wanted something fun and sexy, and instead this is what came out. I don’t know why.
( Ten Years After )
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "Out of Sight, Out of Mind."
He talks about rainstorms that he feels a part of… about thunder that echoes forever. He talks about there being some kind of an advantage to being blind, that he’s experiencing things he never experienced before.
He smiles and says he’s OK. “It’s not all that terrible… don’t feel sorry for me… I’m actually getting something out of this.”
I can’t help thinking he’s lying or in denial or maybe a little of both. Deep down, past the brave façade, he’s got to be worried. He’s got to be scared.
I know that I am.
A hawk needs his sight.
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "The More I See You."
Sharing a small flat in Boston. Fighting the cat for scraps. Having hunter-green hands for a week.
Carlye’s back in my life and it’s as if she never left in the first place.
Except for one critical difference: she’s married now. And not to me.
“When was the first, last, or any time in between that you ever asked me?”
I told her it was because I’d been struggling, broke. And maybe there’s an element of truth in that.
But honestly… if she had really been “the one,” wouldn’t I have figured out some way to make it work?
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "Some 38th Parallels."
I saved his life—Cap’n Hunnicutt even said so. That was one of the best things I ever did… ever.
I sat with him in post-op. We did a jigsaw puzzle together, talked about the things we missed back home. We got to be friends.
Then just like that, he was dead.
Like I said to Cap’n Hunnicutt, he was here one second… gone the next. I still can’t get over it.
I really miss him. Yeah, I know he’s not the only soldier who died in the War today. But he’s the only one who was my friend.
Title: Ode to the Foot Inspection
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "Dear Ma."
Foot inspection… 200 pairs,
A stinky job and a bore,
Margaret’s are pretty, B.J.’s are huge,
Potter gets a perfect score.
Mulcahy has a scar on his toe,
Margaret has fungus and swelling,
Klinger’s missing a nail—don’t ask,
Who knew feet could be so telling?
Returning to camp from Kha Doc,
Potter gets shot in the rear,
His wife calls up, worried to death,
“It’s OK, I’m just fine, my dear.”
One last pair of feet to inspect,
Frank has been watching with dread,
Beej and I jump him, get his boots off,
Holy cow—his toenails are red!
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "Dear Peggy."
Honestly, B.J., when I read your letters, I sometimes wonder if you’re making things up. The chaplain coming to inspect Father Mulcahy – OK, that sounded perfectly normal. Hawkeye stuffing a bunch of people into a jeep – even that made sense, based on what you’ve already told me about Hawkeye. But Klinger trying to escape camp and get all the way to the States using an inflatable raft? Either that man’s completely insane, or I have to worry that my husband’s losing his grip on reality. Or maybe craziness is catching over there.
B.J. laughed. “Oh, Peg, you have no idea.”
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "The Bus."
The night is black as ink and every little sound is scaring the bejeebies out of me. This might not have been the best idea, wandering around in the woods, trying to get some sense of direction, of where we should go.
“Radar’s radar is jammed.”
“If it wasn’t, would we be here?”
Hawkeye apologized, but when people say things off the top of their heads like that, they really mean it.
C’mon, intuition, ESP, whatever it is I have… kick into high gear already.
I got us into this, I need to be the one to get us out.
Author: timberwolf63
Note: A drabble to accompany the episode "The Late Captain Pierce."
“Dr. Pierce? This is Michael Donahue from The Crabapple Cove Courier. We’re putting together the obituary for your son. Is there anything in particular you’d like us to mention?”
Scraped knees after I took the training wheels off his bike. The look on his face when he caught his first fish. Nursing that sick bird back to health. Posing for his prom picture with that sweet Kathy Gibson at his side. Graduating near the top of his class from medical school.
Daniel swallowed a sob, managed to take a deep, if shaky, breath. “Just write… He was a good son.”
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