#also there's piercintyre and a little hawnk if you squint

[gr4yk]

Oh, would you look at that. I slipped and wrote a Frank Burns x Samuel Flagg fic. Oops, I guess. Whatever shall I do with it?

Frank burns goes to where Colonel Samuel Flagg is recovering from the appendicitis stunt pulled on him by the 4077th's favorite pair of troublemakers. There's a miscommunication somewhere in the middle, but it allows a certain tension in Frank to come into full bloom. - - - "That Samuel Flagg is one hell of a man: sculpted out of masculinity and glazed in macho G.I. ruggedness then dipped into movie-star appeal. His martyrdom too prevalent, his cheekbones prominent and his jawline – oh his jawline – unspeakably sharp, he emanates perfection. If Frank Burns were a woman, oh how he would. But he’s not, of course. So he wouldn’t. Everyone knows a man can’t look at another man and, with homoerotic desperation, desire to be stepped on and be absolutely ravished by said man. That’s the sort of thing a degenerate like Pierce would fantasize about, not him. Not Frank Burns. Never Frank Burns." - - - - -