Title: Hawk's Breakdown
Summary: The fall out from Hawkeye's breakdown, referenced in Goodbye, Farewell & Amen.
Warnings: Spoilers for GFA.
Notes: I'd been toying with the idea of writing something regarding Hawkeye's breakdown mentioned in GFA, but then I stumbled across a drabble written by B.A. Tyler called 'Cry For Help' which seemed to sum everything up a lot better than I could. I briefly go back over what happened that was mentioned in GFA, and used B.A. Tyler's fic as inspiration.
So, I decided to take a different look at thing. This is more about the thoughts of everyone else regarding what happened to Hawkeye & how they cope with it.

A Colonel's Perspective

"That poor boy."

Colonel Potter finished the drink in the glass and then poured himself another. Next to the bottle he had several glasses on stand by. He'd offered his door being open tonight to anyone who wanted to talk and although no one had been by yet, he had a feeling that before long, someone would be.

"Damn war," he said, bitterly, taking another gulp of the whisky. It burnt it's way down his throat but did nothing to help the churning he felt in his guts.

He'd been in O.R. when Hawkeye had spouted about his patient being smothered. At the time, he was in the middle of a tricky procedure. He hadn't been able to spare the time to look behind him and see what exactly was going on. In fact, he'd blocked the chatter out somewhat. He's heard Winchester snap off some smart come back in Pierce's direction and then he recalled Margaret stepping in, keeping control. The O.R. had gone back to business.

He'd thought no more of it. At least not until he'd heard an almighty crash later on. He'd rushed from his office to see what was happening and saw the rear end of a Jeep inside the Officer's Club. He'd rushed up there with most of the camp to see what had happened. He'd expected injuries and was grateful that everyone seemed fine except a few people who were a little shaken up by the events.
They all helped the people inside away from the damaged building, heading them back towards the camp. He started to walk away himself as the crowd dispersed

BJ had stopped him leaving, called him back. Igor was the only other man in the bar still, besides Hunnicutt & Pierce and he was leaving, on orders of Hunnicutt. Hawkeye was sat on a bar stool, BJ standing beside him, barely taking his eyes off the other man.

"Hawk?"

Colonel Potter stood beside BJ and looked at Pierce. "What's wrong?" Potter asked, directing the question to Hunnicutt.

BJ shook his head. "The bus..."

It was far as BJ got before Hawkeye stood up. Both of them put their arms on Hawkeye's shoulder, tried to sit him back down again. "The service here's terrible." Hawkeye said.

"Let me get you that drink, okay Hawk?"

Hawkeye sat back down again. Potter kept his arm on Hawkeye's shoulder, trying to offer some support, some comfort to him. Too little too late, he chided himself. He knew Pierce had been close to the edge for sometime. He'd called Sidney in for Pierce more times than anyone else because he knew that something like this could happen and as soon as it did happen, he hadn't even realised.

BJ was behind the bar now and handed Hawkeye the drink he wanted. A double bourbon. He doesn't even drink those. Not usually.

"Colonel?"

He turned to see Klinger standing at the new hole Pierce had created in the Officer's Club. "Anything I can do, Sir?"

He thought about it. He knew what Klinger was asking. Did he need to make that call to Sidney again, get him down here and try to sort through Hawkeye's problem? He looked at Pierce and the way he was just staring ahead, nothing seemed as important to him right now as being in this place, getting the drink he ordered. He turned to BJ, still stood behind the bar where he could watch his friend closely.

"Stay with him," he said and he headed out of what was left of the Officer's Club.