Title: Torn Apart
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Rating: G
Pairing: Hawkeye/Frank observed, Hawkeye/BJ unrequited
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Response to Raven's five minute challenge, "Black and
white--" and mention the Easter story.
Black and white, chalk and cheese, Hawkeye and Frank get on together like a house on fire. I’m happy to watch from a distance: it’s intriguing, though frightening, much like the Crucifixion must have been—a hint of what the end of the world will be.
When they’re in the same room, the sky goes dark. They snipe, back and forth, and sometimes I’m caught in the middle. Like everything else in this strange new place, they’re dangerous. The Koreans shell us from one side and the Americans fire on us from the other: Hawkeye’s on my side, but the bullets he fires at Frank hit me, too.
The tension is nearly unbearable, and I’m alone out here, even in the crowded OR.
At night, I lie awake and shake or weep or both, afraid for myself. I don’t fear the shells: I know there are people here who could patch me up as they’ve patched up so many hundred others. I fear the man in the next cot, the man who hates Frank.
The man who loves Frank.
I wouldn’t have seen it if I wasn’t falling in love myself. I love him, but he loves Frank, and in his own way, Frank loves him too.
They threaten death to each other, because that’s the only acceptable physical outlet for their feelings, but I, the newcomer, see what even they don’t. They’re in love, and so am I, and that’ll tear me apart.