She Spoke To Me With Your Words

Chapter 1: Thoughts on the past.

It had been almost seven years since they had last seen each other. To her it seemed like it was only yesterday, that moment was still very much present in her thoughts. She wasn't sure if she would ever see him again, but she knew in her heart that he deserved to know the truth. She had felt a terrible guilt all these years, she didn't know how much longer she could live with it.

Their daughter had just turned seven, this alone did not make her question her choices she had made all those years ago. It was the way their daughter spoke to her, it was with his expression, his humour. She sounded just like her father. This is how she knew she had to tell him the truth, but she wasn't sure how he would react she knew he had problems with children, because of the war. But eventually their daughter would start asking questions about her Daddy and would not accept simple answers such as merely stating that it was a long time ago and not to worry. She thought back to that last night, seven years ago.

She sat on his bunk, and watched him pack. She just sat there in silence. She was thinking about the past three years, the changes, the hurdles and the rewards of their lives, their relationships, not that they in particular had really had one. The silence was eventually broken by him.

"Can you hand me that book?" he asked pointing towards the shelf above his bunk.

"Yeah, sure." She answered, standing up to get it. The book was The Last of the Mohicans, the book in which his nickname had come from, Hawkeye.

She handed the book to him. He took it from her.

After a small moment of silence she finally asked, "Hawkeye, how do you feel about going home?"

He turned to face her and answered, "How do I feel about going home?," he repeated. Then added, "well happy I guess, relieved but also nervous. Why do you ask?"

"Well I was just thinking, we've all been through so much and we've been around the same people and have lived in the same place for so long. I was just wondering what it's going to be like when we have to go home, to another place, away from the same people and the same situations." She answered.

"I see what you mean. I think it will take some time, but eventually I think we'll all be ok. We'll have our families and friends to help us if we need it." Hawkeye answered.

"Yeah you'll have your Dad, BJ will have Peg and Erin, the Colonel will have Mrs. Potter, Charles will have his sister and parents, Klinger will have Soon Lee and his family but what will I have? I don't even have a home town. My parents are divorced, you know that. Where will I be when I need help? I don't have any real friends, I was raised in the Army I never stayed in a place long enough to make friends. The only friends I have are here, and tomorrow they'll be going home." As she said the words, tears formed in her eyes. Thinking about this was letting all of her emotions loose causing them to swirl up inside her.

He could clearly see how she was feeling. Over the years he had known her, he had grown to understand her and read her very well. Noticing her mood he got up off the floor where he had been sitting and sat next to her.

"It's alright." He said, putting his arm around her. "Don't cry."

She eventually looked up at him, hooked into his gaze. Her face was still wet from the tears, so she quickly wiped her face with her hand before speaking.

After a small silence she said, "You want to know something?"

"Yeah what?" Hawkeye answered, he was curious to know what she was going to say.

"I'll miss you." she answered then added as if to justify her words, "And the others too. You guys have become my family and my friends."

"I'll miss everyone too. A lot." Hawkeye replied.

Tears started to form in her eyes again, thinking about missing everyone was hard, and it saddened her to the point of tears.

He took his other arm and embraced her in a hug. She was thankful. She needed his support, because she felt she didn't have anywhere else to get it from.

When they broke the hug Hawkeye put his hands on the top of her arms and kissed her forehead. She smiled in reply and then kissed him back.

'That,' she thought remembering back, 'was the beginning of the guilt I've been carrying all these years.'

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