FIC: Want [Blackadder Goes Forth]
TITLE: Want
FANDOM: Blackadder
CHARACTERS: George Colthurst St. Barleigh, Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett
PROMPT: #084. He
WORD COUNT: 167
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Melchett's thoughts during his visit to the trenches.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Companion piece to Reversal.
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I made my rounds in the trenches -- seeing a superior officer rather boosts the men's morale and all, nothing extraordinary there, especially since I had to see Blackadder about some business.
And there he was. His salute sharp, his expression polite, his "good afternoon, sir," very dutiful and prompt, his uniform neat.
And all of my arguments against... this affair between us... my self-loathing, my family's expectations, the fact that I loved a woman... everything went up in a puff of smoke.
He was there, a strong-limbed lad with an earnest face and innocent eyes.
And I wanted him.
Never mind that he was an officer under my command. Never mind that I saw him grow up from a young nipper crying over a bit of rabbit pie. Never mind that I am a heterosexual.
He made me want him, flying in the face of everything I've ever learned about -- ever believed about love.
He did this to me.
And how I hated him for it.
END
FANDOM: Blackadder
CHARACTERS: George Colthurst St. Barleigh, Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett
PROMPT: #084. He
WORD COUNT: 167
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Melchett's thoughts during his visit to the trenches.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Companion piece to Reversal.
***
I made my rounds in the trenches -- seeing a superior officer rather boosts the men's morale and all, nothing extraordinary there, especially since I had to see Blackadder about some business.
And there he was. His salute sharp, his expression polite, his "good afternoon, sir," very dutiful and prompt, his uniform neat.
And all of my arguments against... this affair between us... my self-loathing, my family's expectations, the fact that I loved a woman... everything went up in a puff of smoke.
He was there, a strong-limbed lad with an earnest face and innocent eyes.
And I wanted him.
Never mind that he was an officer under my command. Never mind that I saw him grow up from a young nipper crying over a bit of rabbit pie. Never mind that I am a heterosexual.
He made me want him, flying in the face of everything I've ever learned about -- ever believed about love.
He did this to me.
And how I hated him for it.
END