#weird child hawkeye in sailing accident my beloved.....

[thebreakfastgenie]

“hauntkeye” and “sailing accident” cause hauntkeye I feel like is the ghost AU you’ve mentioned and sailing accident is a very intriguing title (this is Queen i can’t send asks from my side blog otl)

yes hahahahaha hauntkeye is the ghost AU! it actually has a title now but I'm not allowed to mention it in public until I have more of the draft done and also the document will be called hauntkeye forever that's just how it goes!!!!

I have discussed this a Lot but this fic is basically an AU where Hawkeye is badly injured during Where There's a Will, There's a War and is brought back to the 4077th where everyone tries their best but he dies anyway. He then becomes a ghost who basically functions like Weston in Follies of the Living--Concerns of the dead. The story is about everyone's grief as well as Hawkeye dealing with being a ghost who can't be seen or heard and has to watch his friends grieve for him.

It's an AU, not strictly canon divergence, so I moved some events around in the timeline. Several plot points are based on episodes, some of which came from season 8 (despite Where There's a Will being season 10) and there are also original plot points. I have a detailed outline; it's thirteen chapters (and an epilogue) but writing it has been... challenging. I don't have a lot I can share from this one yet, but here's something from the first chapter:

The countryside, Hawkeye had noticed, always looked more scenic on the way back from battalion aid. Even in the dark, maybe especially in the dark; the wounds stood out less in the moonlight. Korea might be a beautiful country, he thought, if all the armies stopped blowing it to pieces. It was a shame to think he wouldn’t be here to see it, but once he left this place he doubted he’d ever have the stomach to come back.

This comes a little later later, but along the same road:

They picked him up again and got him into the back of the jeep. Hawkeye hopped up with him. He looked at the medic again. In this light, he looked even younger.  “Are you old enough to drive this thing?” Hawkeye asked.  “I’m eighteen, sir.”  Hawkeye nodded.  “Good enough. Don’t go until I say, alright?”  “Where are we taking him?” Hawkeye thought of the 4077th, with its four standing walls and his own army cot waiting for him when he was finished. He looked at the kid in front of him. He wouldn’t make it back to the 4077th, not if they didn’t stop the bleeding first.  “Aid station. It’s just up the road behind us.” 

Hawkeye leaves battalion aid like he does in the episode, but on the way home he runs into a medic with a wounded soldier who got separated from their unit, and takes them back to battalion aid, which is how he ends up being wounded.

And here's BJ with a bit of dramatic irony in the O.R.:

The sutures would get him through this shift, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw Hawkeye in the flesh. He missed his voice in the O.R., his stupid jokes that helped BJ keep his head. It wasn’t the first time one of them had gone to the front, but sometimes in a war things that were bearable one day weren’t the next. This time, when Hawkeye got back, he’d hug him until he was sure both of them were real. 

It's not exactly a spoiler that things don't work out so well, since the premise is Hawkeye ends up as a ghost...

sailing accident is my beloved... it was supposed to be finished months ago but life got in the way. I'm a little cagey about this one but it's a Hawkeye character study of sorts, featuring a story from his childhood and a story in Korea.

The hands rolled him onto his back. The hill was jagged; he was cushioned only by rocks. He coughed, expelling the dirt from his lungs. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the sky.  It wasn’t how he remembered it.  It was calm and blue and peaceful, which was strange, because a moment ago it had been cloudy and almost yellow as the artillery blasted parts of the hill into clouds of rising dust. His fall had put some distance between him and the heat of the battle, but he could still hear it raging around him.  The sky blinked, and he remembered that the kid had blue eyes. 

and

There was a rustling somewhere to his left. They were far enough in, now, that there wasn’t any wind, so something else must have been shaking the branches of the large maple tree. The rustling ended in a soft thud. Then came footsteps, fast and light and growing closer. Blood dripped into his eye again. This time, he remembered to wipe it with his left hand. His fingers felt cold on his skin, and his face felt cold under his own touch, except for the blood.  By the time he’d cleared his field of vision, the footsteps had stopped. A pair of blue eyes peered at him. They weren’t dark like the ocean, but light blue. Like the sky, something he’d thought he might never see again.  “What happened?”  The eyes belonged to a slight, dark-haired boy, who could scarcely have been older than ten, but he spoke with an authority at odds with his smooth, childlike face.  “His sailboat tipped over,” the man holding him answered. “He got tossed around the waves pretty good.”