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MASH 3-sentence ficathon ficlets
All MASH so far; also, I managed to keep to technically 3 sentences on all but the first. Over at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
threesentenceficathon, the second prompt post is up now!
1.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7326294#cmt7326294
any, any, to bee or not to bee, that is the question
"And that is certainly a question that only you would ask, Pierce," said Winchester dryly, as the bee hummed around their heads in the OR; no one had a hand free to swat it without contaminating a glove.
"To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," Hawkeye quoted on, "or take up arms against a swarm of insects," and at that point he ran out of the part of the speech he could (mis)quote from memory, at the same time as Margaret ran out of patience and freed up a bloody-gloved hand to snap the pest neatly out of the air with a clamp.
She tossed the insect into the bucket at her feet for used sponges with a deft snap of her wrist, to the sound of general appreciative cheers and Hawkeye's cheerful announcement, "Upstaged from stage left! I never was any good at Shakespeare anyway."
2.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7184982#cmt7184982
Any, Any, I love you now like I loved you then
It was a three-hour flight and an hour's drive for Margaret to the 4077 reunion, and the entire time she was thinking, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come; it was going to be one of those experiences (like the one college reunion she'd scraped and saved to attend, like seeing Lorraine again) that only impressed on a person how impossible it was to recapture the magic of a bygone time.
But then she was there, basking in Hawkeye's ready affection and Radar's smile and Charles's quick, barked laughs and the way that BJ's daughter ran around to everyone hugging their legs as if she'd found an entire hotel conference room full of long-lost relatives, and Margaret stayed up late into the night drinking with the whole group in the hotel bar; and somehow, for all the changes in all of their lives, it really was just like no time at all had passed.
Sometimes, it turned out, you really could go home again.
3.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7240278#cmt7240278
any, any, the sight of one's own blood
Missing scene for 4x19 'Hawkeye'
It was strange, Hawkeye had his hands up to the elbows in other people's blood all day every day, so he couldn't say why the sight of the red swath of his own blood on his palm shocked him so badly when he lowered his hand from his head.
Well, that would explain the shooting pain in the side of his head and the way his eyes kept struggling to focus and the deeply woozy feeling that gotten a lot worse at the sight of his own blood smeared all over his hand.
He usually tried as hard as he could not to dwell on his deep-down conviction that, one way or another, he was going to die in Korea -- but now the truth of that conviction was all over his hand, and all he could do about it was what he always did: talk and talk and talk because that way his mouth was doing something other than screaming and he didn't have to think about any of it as long as there were still words to keep him busy.
4.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7124822#cmt7124822
any, any, cooking as a metaphor for love
Cooking in the tents was, technically, a violation of protocol, but so were a lot of other things that went on the tents (sex, distilling alcohol, etc) -- and so, the nurses made fudge that never set properly and shared around spoonfuls to anyone who'd been nice enough to them lately to deserve some, and Trapper once figured out an impressively edible four-ingredient mug cake recipe for Hawkeye's birthday (baked in a tin camp mug on the stove; Hawkeye shared it four ways with Trapper and Henry and Radar), and Hawkeye and BJ between them wrote off to Charles's sister for the recipe of a fruitcake that the Winchester clan supposedly made every New Years, collected as many of the ingredients as they could and made something which Charles claimed was nothing at all like fruitcake, ate three pieces and gave the rest to the Korean orphans.
(Margaret's experiment in making preserves for Colonel Potter was never to be spoken of, although the smell and the stains lingered for months, but she meant well.)
In a place where nothing was as anyone wanted it to be, there was a certain kind of pleasure in making a favorite recipe with only half the ingredients, and sharing the results, which were almost but not quite better than the food in the mess -- but it tasted better, somehow, than it had any right to.
5.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7237974#cmt7237974
any, any, bone fracture
"It's not broken," Charles said, holding Hawkeye's hand lightly with a deft surgeon's touch, fingers pressed gently on each side of his hand where the blow from a stretcher handle had connected and the bruises were already coming up. The entire area ached and throbbed, but (to Hawkeye's annoyance) it turned out that Charles had as light and careful a touch as his work in surgery suggested, with a sureness of purpose and a matter-of-fact demeanor that was somehow reassuring: Charles knew what a surgeon's hands meant, as much if not more than anyone here, and even no longer than they had worked together, Hawkeye already knew that Charles wouldn't lie for the sake of making anyone feel better.
"We'll see what the X-ray says," Hawkeye said, but he felt some tightly wound-up part of him unclench.
threesentenceficathon, the second prompt post is up now!1.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7326294#cmt7326294
any, any, to bee or not to bee, that is the question
"And that is certainly a question that only you would ask, Pierce," said Winchester dryly, as the bee hummed around their heads in the OR; no one had a hand free to swat it without contaminating a glove.
"To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," Hawkeye quoted on, "or take up arms against a swarm of insects," and at that point he ran out of the part of the speech he could (mis)quote from memory, at the same time as Margaret ran out of patience and freed up a bloody-gloved hand to snap the pest neatly out of the air with a clamp.
She tossed the insect into the bucket at her feet for used sponges with a deft snap of her wrist, to the sound of general appreciative cheers and Hawkeye's cheerful announcement, "Upstaged from stage left! I never was any good at Shakespeare anyway."
2.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7184982#cmt7184982
Any, Any, I love you now like I loved you then
It was a three-hour flight and an hour's drive for Margaret to the 4077 reunion, and the entire time she was thinking, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come; it was going to be one of those experiences (like the one college reunion she'd scraped and saved to attend, like seeing Lorraine again) that only impressed on a person how impossible it was to recapture the magic of a bygone time.
But then she was there, basking in Hawkeye's ready affection and Radar's smile and Charles's quick, barked laughs and the way that BJ's daughter ran around to everyone hugging their legs as if she'd found an entire hotel conference room full of long-lost relatives, and Margaret stayed up late into the night drinking with the whole group in the hotel bar; and somehow, for all the changes in all of their lives, it really was just like no time at all had passed.
Sometimes, it turned out, you really could go home again.
3.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7240278#cmt7240278
any, any, the sight of one's own blood
Missing scene for 4x19 'Hawkeye'
It was strange, Hawkeye had his hands up to the elbows in other people's blood all day every day, so he couldn't say why the sight of the red swath of his own blood on his palm shocked him so badly when he lowered his hand from his head.
Well, that would explain the shooting pain in the side of his head and the way his eyes kept struggling to focus and the deeply woozy feeling that gotten a lot worse at the sight of his own blood smeared all over his hand.
He usually tried as hard as he could not to dwell on his deep-down conviction that, one way or another, he was going to die in Korea -- but now the truth of that conviction was all over his hand, and all he could do about it was what he always did: talk and talk and talk because that way his mouth was doing something other than screaming and he didn't have to think about any of it as long as there were still words to keep him busy.
4.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7124822#cmt7124822
any, any, cooking as a metaphor for love
Cooking in the tents was, technically, a violation of protocol, but so were a lot of other things that went on the tents (sex, distilling alcohol, etc) -- and so, the nurses made fudge that never set properly and shared around spoonfuls to anyone who'd been nice enough to them lately to deserve some, and Trapper once figured out an impressively edible four-ingredient mug cake recipe for Hawkeye's birthday (baked in a tin camp mug on the stove; Hawkeye shared it four ways with Trapper and Henry and Radar), and Hawkeye and BJ between them wrote off to Charles's sister for the recipe of a fruitcake that the Winchester clan supposedly made every New Years, collected as many of the ingredients as they could and made something which Charles claimed was nothing at all like fruitcake, ate three pieces and gave the rest to the Korean orphans.
(Margaret's experiment in making preserves for Colonel Potter was never to be spoken of, although the smell and the stains lingered for months, but she meant well.)
In a place where nothing was as anyone wanted it to be, there was a certain kind of pleasure in making a favorite recipe with only half the ingredients, and sharing the results, which were almost but not quite better than the food in the mess -- but it tasted better, somehow, than it had any right to.
5.
https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/4438.html?thread=7237974#cmt7237974
any, any, bone fracture
"It's not broken," Charles said, holding Hawkeye's hand lightly with a deft surgeon's touch, fingers pressed gently on each side of his hand where the blow from a stretcher handle had connected and the bruises were already coming up. The entire area ached and throbbed, but (to Hawkeye's annoyance) it turned out that Charles had as light and careful a touch as his work in surgery suggested, with a sureness of purpose and a matter-of-fact demeanor that was somehow reassuring: Charles knew what a surgeon's hands meant, as much if not more than anyone here, and even no longer than they had worked together, Hawkeye already knew that Charles wouldn't lie for the sake of making anyone feel better.
"We'll see what the X-ray says," Hawkeye said, but he felt some tightly wound-up part of him unclench.
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I love Margaret's unexpected pleasure in the reunion, too.
And the last bit, where Charles reassures Hawkeye that his hand isn't broken, and the way that he touches his hand is even more reassuring than the words.
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I love all of these ficlets, but this observation in particular. (It's true that he wouldn't, but Charles also feels like a person who would be actively terrible at bedside lying, so it's just as well it isn't required of him.)
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(It's true that he wouldn't, but Charles also feels like a person who would be actively terrible at bedside lying, so it's just as well it isn't required of him.)
I think so too, and in a way it's one of his strengths - he doesn't give compliments or reassurance all that often, perhaps, but it's sincere when he does.
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AWWW. I love the wistfulness here. I love the cooking one as well (Margaret's preserves! and that lovely last line <3) and Charles making Hawkeye feel better by being himself. :)
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