Going Crazy
Am-Chau Yarkona
BJ/Hawkeye, BJ/Peggy
Not my characters.
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If I don't have you, I'm sure I'll go crazy.
You're three feet away, warm and breathing in your blankets, and I'm just here, freezing and barely sure that I'm breathing because you're so close and I can’t have you, can't even touch you.
It's not even that you'd turn me away if I went over there. You'd let me touch you and hold you and you'd probably do the same right back to me, because—because that's the sort of person you are.
But I can't have you, because I'm already in love. With Peggy, who's three thousand miles away, not three feet.
Who isn't freezing to death.
Who trusts me.
Crazy. Right. If I really go crazy, I might get out of here. I bet Klinger hasn't tried "lusting after Hawkeye" yet. Although, you never know, and if I think about that it'll only make it worse.
Peggy. Think about Peggy.
I'm going to stay here.