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evila_elfSince I have actually finished typing up this up, the few remaining parts should come fairly quickly.
So, here is Part 5 of Goodbye Isn't Forever
PART 5
WARNING Contains slash!!
At 5:30, Daniel Pierce returns home to the wonderful sound of laughter. Oh, how he had missed that music. He enters the kitchen and soon his laugher joins in.
~.~*,’,*~.~
Dinner consists of Chinese take out. Your appetite makes a brief appearance before it makes a hasty retreat. BJ and your dad have joined forces to get you to eat. Instead, you sidetrack them with an old story of Frank and Margaret that neither had heard before.
~.~*,’,*~.~
“I feel weird about getting the bed while you sleep on the floor.”
“You are welcome to sleep on the floor, but I am not moving.”
“Suit yourself.” BJ shrugs.
“Night, Beej.”
“Night, Hawk.”
~.~*,’,*~.~
Blood everywhere, so much you could swim in it. Kids…little boys holding out limbs beyond repair and begging for them to be fixed. “Please fix me better.” You saw yourself. Unable to help, unable to move. You were drowning, drowning in the blood. Surrounded. Suffering. Your own blood pounding in your ears…Your name being said over and over, echoing…
“Hawk? Hawkeye, wake up!”
Disorientation greets you. Which version is real? The endless blood, or Beej leaning over you with concern etched on his face? “Is it morning?” you ask when your ability of speech returns.
“Barely midnight.”
“Damn. I’ve only been asleep two hours?”
“This happen often?”
“Yeah.” More times than you would like to admit.
He can tell that you are troubled, upset, and scared out of your mind. He lies down beside you. “Care to talk about it?”
You shake your head, but start to talk anyway. “They are innocent, all innocent…too many to save. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run as far away from them as I could…”
“It’s a dream. Dreams aren’t supposed to make sense.”
“I wanted to run! What kind of doctor would run from his patients? From children who need help?! They were so young, less than 10….so many of them. I was the only one who could help and I didn’t—wouldn’t—couldn’t—too many.” You are babbling. Your body too numb to feel BJ rubbing your arm, trying his best to calm you down, to bring back the present.
“Come back to me, Hawk.” He is afraid you will have a breakdown any minute--you are talking like it is the end of the world. So he does something that he swore he would never do again, and you swore back—he silences your lips with his own. And he gets the surprise of his life when you kiss back.
Unable to speak, lips still locked together, you watch him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks back. He finally releases your lips and tries to make a fast retreat back to the bed. He doesn’t get very far before he finds your hands wrapped around his arm and your leg across his--it would take an act of God to make you let go. Then you shock him again by bursting into giggles. “Am I that bad?” he asks.
“You should see the look on your face!” You bury your face into a pillow to muffle the laughter.
“Um, this situation is getting uncomfortable, Hawk.”
“I doubt the situation is the problem, well maybe a part of it. I think the thing that is uncomfortable at the moment are your pants.” You break into giggles as BJ looks down. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
Silence.
“Oh, stop pouting.” You look over at him, your gloomy mood finally forgotten. You smirk and lean your head against his chest.
“You’re not helping! Stop laughing, will ya?”
“Thanks, Beej.” You circle a hand on his stomach.
“For?”
“Cheering me up.”
“Good, now stop rubbing me before I have to attack you!”
“Bad threat.” You remove your hand anyway.
BJ again starts to get up. He pauses and asks a simple question; “Kiss goodnight?”
You both know the offer behind those two words. You nod, unable to speak, and BJ settles back down next to you. “So much for your ‘problem.’” Your voice is husky as he brings his lips back down to yours, the contact making you both shiver with nothing resembling a chill.
Finally you break away from the kiss. “Beej, this is wrong on so many levels.” You kiss him again. “Please don’t stop.”
The kissing turns to groping. Shirts are removed, followed by everything else. Thought starts to fail you…all that seems important is touching and kissing—receiving and giving…
“Hawk?”
“Mmmm?” Words seem impossible to form, even from the master.
“How far do you want to go?”
“As far as you want to,” you answer after a few moments to catch your breath.
“You sure?”
“Trying to change my mind?”
“Never.”
You enjoy the touch of BJ on your skin, his kisses, the feeling of him everywhere, inside and out. The night was slowly being eaten away…
Sometime later, both of you near sleep, you ask, “Why?”
“Why?” he questions your question.
“Why now, why before?”
“I don think I c’n answer that. Why is the moon round and the sun full of gas?” His mumbles trail off.
You have to smile at him; he is already asleep, his chest rising and falling in a comfortable rhythm. You wonder if he will remember what he said in the morning. With a contented smile you curl up against him and fall asleep.
~.~*,’,*~.~
BJ opens his eyes and looks down at the man draped over him. Just like before, this is something that can never last. A sad smile and he closes his eyes.
~.~*,’,*~.~
“Benjamin Pierce!”
A/N: The yell that would make your heart stop beating!!
Next Part
You can find the previous parts of this fic up at ff.net---http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2065002/1/
So, here is Part 5 of Goodbye Isn't Forever
PART 5
WARNING Contains slash!!
At 5:30, Daniel Pierce returns home to the wonderful sound of laughter. Oh, how he had missed that music. He enters the kitchen and soon his laugher joins in.
~.~*,’,*~.~
Dinner consists of Chinese take out. Your appetite makes a brief appearance before it makes a hasty retreat. BJ and your dad have joined forces to get you to eat. Instead, you sidetrack them with an old story of Frank and Margaret that neither had heard before.
~.~*,’,*~.~
“I feel weird about getting the bed while you sleep on the floor.”
“You are welcome to sleep on the floor, but I am not moving.”
“Suit yourself.” BJ shrugs.
“Night, Beej.”
“Night, Hawk.”
~.~*,’,*~.~
Blood everywhere, so much you could swim in it. Kids…little boys holding out limbs beyond repair and begging for them to be fixed. “Please fix me better.” You saw yourself. Unable to help, unable to move. You were drowning, drowning in the blood. Surrounded. Suffering. Your own blood pounding in your ears…Your name being said over and over, echoing…
“Hawk? Hawkeye, wake up!”
Disorientation greets you. Which version is real? The endless blood, or Beej leaning over you with concern etched on his face? “Is it morning?” you ask when your ability of speech returns.
“Barely midnight.”
“Damn. I’ve only been asleep two hours?”
“This happen often?”
“Yeah.” More times than you would like to admit.
He can tell that you are troubled, upset, and scared out of your mind. He lies down beside you. “Care to talk about it?”
You shake your head, but start to talk anyway. “They are innocent, all innocent…too many to save. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run as far away from them as I could…”
“It’s a dream. Dreams aren’t supposed to make sense.”
“I wanted to run! What kind of doctor would run from his patients? From children who need help?! They were so young, less than 10….so many of them. I was the only one who could help and I didn’t—wouldn’t—couldn’t—too many.” You are babbling. Your body too numb to feel BJ rubbing your arm, trying his best to calm you down, to bring back the present.
“Come back to me, Hawk.” He is afraid you will have a breakdown any minute--you are talking like it is the end of the world. So he does something that he swore he would never do again, and you swore back—he silences your lips with his own. And he gets the surprise of his life when you kiss back.
Unable to speak, lips still locked together, you watch him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks back. He finally releases your lips and tries to make a fast retreat back to the bed. He doesn’t get very far before he finds your hands wrapped around his arm and your leg across his--it would take an act of God to make you let go. Then you shock him again by bursting into giggles. “Am I that bad?” he asks.
“You should see the look on your face!” You bury your face into a pillow to muffle the laughter.
“Um, this situation is getting uncomfortable, Hawk.”
“I doubt the situation is the problem, well maybe a part of it. I think the thing that is uncomfortable at the moment are your pants.” You break into giggles as BJ looks down. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
Silence.
“Oh, stop pouting.” You look over at him, your gloomy mood finally forgotten. You smirk and lean your head against his chest.
“You’re not helping! Stop laughing, will ya?”
“Thanks, Beej.” You circle a hand on his stomach.
“For?”
“Cheering me up.”
“Good, now stop rubbing me before I have to attack you!”
“Bad threat.” You remove your hand anyway.
BJ again starts to get up. He pauses and asks a simple question; “Kiss goodnight?”
You both know the offer behind those two words. You nod, unable to speak, and BJ settles back down next to you. “So much for your ‘problem.’” Your voice is husky as he brings his lips back down to yours, the contact making you both shiver with nothing resembling a chill.
Finally you break away from the kiss. “Beej, this is wrong on so many levels.” You kiss him again. “Please don’t stop.”
The kissing turns to groping. Shirts are removed, followed by everything else. Thought starts to fail you…all that seems important is touching and kissing—receiving and giving…
“Hawk?”
“Mmmm?” Words seem impossible to form, even from the master.
“How far do you want to go?”
“As far as you want to,” you answer after a few moments to catch your breath.
“You sure?”
“Trying to change my mind?”
“Never.”
You enjoy the touch of BJ on your skin, his kisses, the feeling of him everywhere, inside and out. The night was slowly being eaten away…
Sometime later, both of you near sleep, you ask, “Why?”
“Why?” he questions your question.
“Why now, why before?”
“I don think I c’n answer that. Why is the moon round and the sun full of gas?” His mumbles trail off.
You have to smile at him; he is already asleep, his chest rising and falling in a comfortable rhythm. You wonder if he will remember what he said in the morning. With a contented smile you curl up against him and fall asleep.
~.~*,’,*~.~
BJ opens his eyes and looks down at the man draped over him. Just like before, this is something that can never last. A sad smile and he closes his eyes.
~.~*,’,*~.~
“Benjamin Pierce!”
A/N: The yell that would make your heart stop beating!!
Next Part
You can find the previous parts of this fic up at ff.net---http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2065002/1/
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Date: 2004-09-29 12:56 pm (UTC)