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These were great prompts.

Five Skulls Temperance Brennan Doesn't Bother Explaining, for

thassalia

1. TB-AX8-R. Biloxi, MS. Recovered August 31, 2005. On the top shelf above the monitor, next to a rusty license plate.

2. TB-73T-G. Merville County, AZ. Recovered March 25, 2006. Draped with Angela's necklace, on the table under the faux Tiffany.

3. TB-NY3-A. New York, NY. Recovered September 20, 2001. On the file cupboard by the door, still with his favorite chew toy.

4. RD-TN7-C. Lexington, MA. Recovered November 1, 1918. Propped against her diploma, right in the middle of the bookcase.

5. TB-7OZ-G. Salisbury, PA. Recovered September 8, 1998. With the belt buckle. At home.

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Five Drinks Hawkeye Pierce Shouldn't Have Drunk for

annakovsky

1. "You marines think you're so tough."

2. An earpiercing yell.
"Get out, get out, get out, you disgusting pig!" Margaret clutches her robe shut with one hand and waves wildly with the other.
Hawkeye stands up, naked and rubbing his eyes. "What happened here?"
She shrieks again.
"You know very well what happened here, or what most certainly did not happen here, but you still know very well what I think you think you know about what happened here!"
Hawkeye sits down again.
"And it did not!" Margaret stamps her foot. "Not what you think happened, not what I think you think happened, not what you wish I thought you thought happened!"
Hawkeye inches backward on the bed, curls up again and pulls the covers over his head.
Eventually she gets bored and leaves, and they never mention it again.

3. "What's today?"
BJ looks up from his knitting. "Today? Tuesday."
Hawkeye moans, and stumbles against the stovepipe. "Tuesday? Still Tuesday?"
BJ grins. "Unless the Army changed the calendar."

"What's today?" Hawkeye asks over surgery.
Potter snuffles. "Today? Tuesday, son."
Hawkeye stares at his surgical nurse, one of the new kids, and shakes his head.

"What's today?" Hawkeye asks, sitting down to write his dad.
"Is this some kind of a trick?" Frank whines, his beady eyes slitted.
Hawkeye sighs. "Still Tuesday."

On Tuesday night he spends three hours on the bathroom floor, heaving up everything he'd eaten on this interminable Tuesday.

"Remind me never to buy booze from the guy who lives under Rosie's garbage dump," Hawkeye says to BJ.

"That fast?" BJ asks. "You just brought that bottle home an hour ago."

4. In a hunter green apartment in Boston, Hawkeye finishes off a bottle of generic gin. Carlye is asleep in the other room, and if he could get his legs to move, if he could get his head to clear the drunken clouds he'd go in there, and wake her, and say, "I can't live without you. Marry me, Carlye."

5. After Kevin, a repeat customer from the 83rd, died for the fourth and final time, Hawkeye crawled into the cheapest bourbon Igor had and didn't come out until two days later when BJ carried him, teetering, home.

"Come on, Hawk, you're better than this," BJ nudged. "Nobody is saying that it wasn't a tragedy, what happened to that boy, but we have a lot of other patients here who need you."

"Eh."

"A lot of other people here. Who need you. Like me, for instance. I need you, Hawk."

Hawkeye laughed, because he thought BJ was making fun of him, and so BJ laughed because Hawkeye was laughing, and Hawkeye fell asleep on BJ's bed, wrapped in BJ's gangly-armed embrace.

At least, that's what Klinger told him; he'd seen them when he was passing by on guard duty.

Hawkeye doesn't remember a thing.

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