|Blood Bags & Human Feelings
Author: sleepinghearts PM
Lucy Monroe catches the eyes of a certain Captain Hawkeye Pierce and just can't seem to shake him off. Will she be able to control herself around him or will she let herself slip and drip dry the Captain of his life? Hawkeye/OC (The rating will probably change to M in the future.)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Hawkeye P. - Chapters: 15 - Words: 32,972 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 02-19-13 - Published: 11-11-12 - id: 8696074
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Over the next few days, Hawkeye and Lucy had very minimal interactions. Even in the OR did they rarely talk. Not that they had to, until Lucy needed help finding some shrapnel.
"Shit… I need some help over here," she mumbled, hovering over the body of some eighteen year old.
"I'm busy with this kids' lungs."
"I'm all tied up—literally," answered BJ.
"Don't look at me," Charles said without even looking up.
She was silent for a second before calling his name.
He looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him expectantly. They had so planned this.
"Can you close up?"
"Yes, doctor," said Kellye as she took over.
Hawkeye switched gloves and moved to Lucy's table. "What do you need me to do?"
They looked in each other's eyes, both nodding in understandment. They were in the OR and the OR called for business.
"Pull back that liver—careful, careful—"
"Luce, I'm a doctor too." His eyes shined with the playfulness that she fell in love with.
"My patient," she replied, the corners of her eyes crinkling while she smiled under the mask.
Little did the both of them know, the rest of the OR had been holding their breath to see how they would react to each other. Even Charles was rooting for them.
Father Mulchahy ran into the OR.
"A batch of new wounded just came in!"
Everyone seemed to curse under their breath.
"Are you good?" Hawkeye asked his voice low.
Lucy looked up at Hawkeye and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."
Another nod from Hawkeye and he was discarding his gloves and out the door.
That went better than expected.
The 4077th had given up trying to understand the relationship between Lucy and Hawkeye. One day they'd be joined at the hips. The next day they wouldn't be on speaking terms. They always seemed to get back together, though. The entire unit knew the two were going to get back together this time. It was the pattern—it couldn't be broken. Right? If only they knew that their relationship was at stakes right now.
"You know—Beeeeej—those two have to be one of the most confusing—" Charles burped. "—Couples I have ever met. I can't even figure them—out."
Charles was as drunk as a skunk and BJ was his partner for the night. The Captain waved his hand in front of his nose.
"Phew, Chuckles. But yeah, I know what you mean. Hawk does love her, though."
"If that swine hadn't gotten to her first, I would have—have treated her like a proper lady," he nodded furiously.
And Lucy walked up to their table in the Officer's Club just to hear that last bit. She decided to swoop in and give him a peck on the cheek. During the process, she just happened to sniff him. Phew. Alcohol with blood in it. Certainly not.
"While I do appreciate the offer, Charles, I do not appreciate you calling Hawkeye a swine."
"Hiya, sailor. Come here often?" BJ teased, flashing his cheesy grin at her.
Lucy nudged him. "Hi, BJ. Where's Hawk?" she asked, looking around.
"Sleeping. You know him in the OR. Always overworking himself. He was exhausted."
Something in her face told BJ she missed him. He wondered what was going on.
Just as he was about to say something else, Klinger walked in with Radar and they both pulled up a chair at the table, waking up a dozing Charles.
"Hiya, Captain! Lieutenant!"
Radar nudged Klinger and said to him in a low voice, "Klinger! She's a Lieutenant Colonel!You're supposed to call her—"
"Radar, really. I don't know how many times I need to remind you not to call me 'Colonel". There is only room for one and I'm not it."
Radar blushed and nodded, taking a sip from the grape nehi that Rizzo had automatically given him. "Sorry," he mumbled.
She only chuckled and waved it off. A night with friends was exactly what she needed.
"Hey, Lucy, I just realized. You've been here for a while, and we barely know anything about you."
This surprised her, as she wasn't ever expecting to come up with a backstory. She shrugged; suppose it was inevitable.
"What do you want to know?"
"Where're you from?"
She laughed. "Wow. I tell you one time and you don't even remember. I'm from England."
"What!? I don't remember you telling me!"
"Uh, Lieutenant, if you're from England, and so is your brother, why do you have different accents?"
"I decided to go to college in America. I adapted the accent. I'm a quick learner.
"So you left your brother in England for an education," BJ stated.
"He wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it—and neither were my parents—but that was my choice."
"Wow." Radar smiled, admiring her.
"And med school?" The Captain asked, ignoring Charles' snoring.
"What!? No way!"
"You went there?"
"Yeah! When did you graduate?"
"Oh, uh… '47, I think."
"Ah, man. What a fantastic school."
She'd been to many medical schools, under many names, all to sharpen her skills as a doctor. The most recent had been Stanford. It was only a coincidence that BJ had gone here as well.
Back in the Swamp, Hawkeye could be found on his cot. If anyone had been watching him, they would know he was having a nightmare.
Waves. He could hear waves. Where was the ocean? He opened his eyes. It was right in front of him. Only…. It was black. Just like the sky. He looked down. The sand was.. It was sand. Light coloured sand. He looked back up. There was a light on the horizon—but that was it. It was just a white light, right at the horizon. He turned around and saw sharp, black rocks just sitting there. Fortunately, one of them looked like a chair.
He could hear footsteps in the sand to his right. It was Lucy. Another pair of footsteps were walking towards him from the left. It was… Lucy?
Whoa. This was getting weird. They both looked the same, provided the world made her skin look paler. They both hung onto his arms and rest their heads on his shoulder. He wondered if a bed would show up.
It didn't. Instead, the one on his left began kissing his neck. It felt amazing. Until she began nipping. At first, it tickled, but then the bites became harder until she actually bit him and drew blood. He immediately pulled away from the left, and still with the right, right beside him, stepped away and held his neck.
The left began to look at Hawkeye as if he was food. Blood began to drip from her lips—had she really drawn that much? She bared her fangs, hissing at the two. The right began to pull Hawkeye away—she hadn't changed at all.
"Hawkeye, we have to go—" she finally spoke.
"Come on!" she kept on pulling him.
But Hawkeye could not move. He could only stare and watch as the left transformed into a monster—a vampire. Her cheeks turned immensely sharp, her skin becoming ghost white. Wings that were torn flapped behind her and her fingers and toes grew, nails also sharp. Her eyes were blacker than space and her teeth sharper than a sharks.
And then he ran. He ran for his life in the opposite direction, side by side with the Lucy from his right. The left took flight, screeching at them.
"Come on! Follow me!"
He did not argue as he followed her along the shore. The rocks got closer and closer to the shore as they ran, until they were right in front of them and they had to run through them.
"Follow me!" said the right as she began to run ahead.
For a moment, he was about to protest. Then he heard the left screech again and he began to run faster. Once into the maze of black, sharp rock, he followed as best he could until he lost her and he stopped.
"Lucy? Lucy!" he cried out, not wanting to get lost, or even worse, ripped to shreds. The right popped her head out from some corner and waved him on. But then she was gone again. In a fit of panic, Hawkeye ran towards that way and ended up running into the corner of a rock. It left him with a nasty gash in his left arm. He winced, but it didn't hurt as much as it should have. Oh, the perks of being in a dream.
Once Hawkeye rounded the corner, he came to a stand still. He was now in the middle of what looked like a very small arena made of the black rock. He turned around, but there was no way out. Why would the Lucy that was leading him away, helping him escape, lead him to his most certain death? She wasn't the bad one. He just knew… Maybe the left trapped her as well.
The screech was louder this time, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from. The monster flew down in front of Hawkeye, and had somehow grown to a much bigger size. She towered over him, lifting her head and sniffing the air.
"I can smell your fear, Hawkeye!"
Something about her voice… It wasn't hers. It was.. Mixed. That's the best way he could put it. There was more than one. It scared the living daylight out of him.
"What did you do with Lucy!?" he shouted, voice shaky.
The monster laughed. "I am Lucy!"
Hawkeye's pupils dilated and he shook his head.
"No. No! You're not!"
And before he could blink, their faces were but inches apart. Her big one and his normal one.
"Yes. I. Am."
She sniffed the air again. Hawkeye didn't know it was possible for her eyes to get blacker. She sniffed again and licked her lips.
"I… I smell.. Blood."
Oh, no. His gash. Right as he was about to make a run for it, she jumped on his back and knocked him down. She turned him around violently and he saw that she was grinning at him with all her sharp teeth. Her breath smelled like something that had been dead for over a thousand years. It also smelled like blood. Iron.
"You are going to taste delicious," she said, her saliva dripping on him.
His fear got the better of him, for he couldn't even move. He could only stare into the eyes of a monster—of his girlfriend.
Then, right when she was about to eat him (yes, eat, not feed), everything went black.
He heard a voice. Her voice. It was soft.
"Don't worry. I'm right here. I'll always be here."
Hawkeye woke up with a jolt, gasping for air. He patted his body and looked around. He was alive. And no one was in the Swamp. Thank God.
He lay back down on his bed and stared at the canvas of the tent. A thought was not forming in the back of his head and nagged at him.
He had to see Lucy as a vampire. Even if it killed him.
[Author's Note: Checkerz- hugs! :D Now, let's see what today's math class will produce. Eheheheh.]