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I May Know The Word by Meredith Bronwen Mallory
I just realized I've been neglecting to put ratings on these recs. Sorry! I've gone back and edited those previous posts.
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ, Radar/Henry (mild)
Length: 2,730 words
Rating: PG
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
garnettrees
Author Website: Demando Dot Net
Why this must be read:
Meredith has an interesting take on Radar's telepathy that shouldn't be missed. And I could truly hear Gary Burghoff saying these words, which should be the goal of every author writing a character piece. The award this story won a while back was well deserved.
I wish Henry wasn't dead, or if he's got to be dead, I wish I could hear his echo like I can sometimes hear that nurse's. 'Cause I'm kind of dead too-- maybe I was in his mind so much, I left a piece of me in there. I have these nightmares, where I'm trapped in metal and the water is everywhere and I can't breathe. I cry out; I don't know what I say, but it hasn't gotten me a blue discharge, anyway. Usually, Colonel Potter wakes me with his thin wrinkled hands-- not big and a little self-conscious, like some other hands I knew. He tells me it was just a dream, and I lay there in the dark wishing to God he was Henry Blake.
I May Know The Word
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ, Radar/Henry (mild)
Length: 2,730 words
Rating: PG
Author on LJ:
garnettreesAuthor Website: Demando Dot Net
Why this must be read:
Meredith has an interesting take on Radar's telepathy that shouldn't be missed. And I could truly hear Gary Burghoff saying these words, which should be the goal of every author writing a character piece. The award this story won a while back was well deserved.
I wish Henry wasn't dead, or if he's got to be dead, I wish I could hear his echo like I can sometimes hear that nurse's. 'Cause I'm kind of dead too-- maybe I was in his mind so much, I left a piece of me in there. I have these nightmares, where I'm trapped in metal and the water is everywhere and I can't breathe. I cry out; I don't know what I say, but it hasn't gotten me a blue discharge, anyway. Usually, Colonel Potter wakes me with his thin wrinkled hands-- not big and a little self-conscious, like some other hands I knew. He tells me it was just a dream, and I lay there in the dark wishing to God he was Henry Blake.
I May Know The Word
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