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Anyone remember the 'you' ficcy I posted a part of here like last month? Well, I actually got some free time *gasp* and typed out some more of it. The parts are fairly small, but I have 5 parts typed out, and Story 1 handwritten and Story 2 started. Was going to name it The Last Goodbye after the lyrics I am using, but that will be the title for Story 2. Story 1 will be called Goodbye isn't Forever.
I may start posting this on ff.net sometime...*shrug*
Warnings and blah, blah, blah: This ficcy will be Slash, only a PG rating..maybe PG-13 for part 5...
PART 1
It is over. The war is over...IT’S OVER!!
Isn’t this what you wanted for what seemed like decades? Now that the time has come, you feel numb, you just can’t believe it!
The tents were cleaned out and torn down. Only empty skeletons remained standing, like tall markers for a graveyard. MASH 4077 had disbanded, it’s ‘citizens’ scattered; except for you and a select few who stayed to see it packed and torn to the ground. You blink, thinking that with a pass of your eyelids everything would be restored to it’s former glory, it’s former mess…home.
Margaret, Charles, The Padre, Klinger, Potter, Radar, Trapper, Henry, and even Frank you miss…even the ones who left early, or before their time. And BJ. He left just yesterday. Back to his family that he spent a whole lot of time missing.
You take one last look around the camp before clambering up into a jeep…away from the former MASH station, away from Korea, away from that patch of land and across the ocean known as Asia.
This is our last goodbye
I hate to see the love between us die
But it’s over
Just hear this and then I’ll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you’ll ever know
Home. You watch from the window as the plane lands and you wonder why home looks like the place that is foreign.
In the chaos, you had managed to notify your father and he was waiting when you arrived stateside. A crushing hug and some sobbed words were exchanged before a cab was hailed. He wanted to talk, and talk he did, and you found yourself watching the scenery pass by, still not sure if it was all a strange dream, or an even stranger nightmare.
The talking continues and you force yourself to listen. It was gossip really, about things, places, and people that seem so insignificant compared to…compared to what you…what everyone went through. You nod at the right points and insert comments where they are due.
The house, your home. It seems cozy and inviting. Then why is your heart racing? threatening to break? It doesn’t belong here anymore. Will it ever?
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There will be more posted sometime. <---trying to sound mysterious.
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