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Whiskey and Cigarettes

Summary : An unlikely pair start to bond.....
Characters : Doc Hockenbury / Johnny McKay
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : None of the characters are mine. Honest.

Author's Notes : On my Livejournal, I challenged people to give me a fandom, a word and an object. DC offered Tour of Duty, smoking and a whiskey bottle. This is what happened. Based very loosely after the episode "Three Cheers for the Orange, White and Blue" when Johnny offers Doc his chest!

The beer wasn't helping. The company was.

Doc and Johnny sat together for more than an hour, trading 'my life sucks more than yours' stories, drinking beer after beer and chain smoking too many cigarettes. The Team Viking members who were sitting nearby in the bar watched them, wondering how two people with such different personalities and outlooks on life could possibly have that much to talk about. The only one who didn't appear interested was Danny, who sat resolutely tearing the paper label from every beer bottle within reach.

For their part, the unlikely pair found that they had a lot more in common than most people would believe - both of them feeling that no-one else quite understood them. They soon discovered a joint love of classical music, something which a soldier in the US Army didn't usually admit to, and an unhealthy addiction to expensive cigars and cheap whiskey. As soon as Doc mentioned that he had a stash of both of these in his small room at the rear of the clinic, Johnny suggested they head back there and make a sizeable dent in both stashes. Drunk, and still a little depressed, Doc agreed wholeheartedly.

Under the watchful gaze of Pop and Griner, and the determined not-gaze of Danny, the two men headed, rather unsteadily, towards the clinic. A fumble at the door led to some muffled snickering until, eventually, Doc managed to release the latch and enter his room. Rummaging under his bunk, he triumphantly pulled out the bottle and a small wooden box. Johnny had already made himself comfortable on the bunk, sitting with his back to the wall, his legs stretched out across the mattress, boots untied and kicked off.

"Oh shit, no glasses," muttered Doc, staring at the bottle of whiskey as though the answer to the universe was contained within. Finally, he shrugged, twisting the top off and taking a long drink straight from the bottle. He held it out to Johnny, who took it with his left hand, his right one offering a sloppy salute in thanks. Unceremoniously, Doc slumped down on the bunk next to Johnny, sitting close enough that they were connected from thigh to ankle.

Within moments, the two men discovered something else that they had in common as their lips met in a crushing kiss…

The end. For now.