#hawkeye x bj x peg

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

yesterday

—Tell me why we do this.

Why we’re here.

Why are my hands

stained

with the blood of boys?

Please, Beej.

Tell me.

—I don’t know, Hawk.

Frank could spout nonsense.

Margaret could point at the flag.

Me…

I just hold on to the good,

the beautiful,

to remind me there’s more

than this.

If I don’t

I’ll go mad.

—But

there’s nothing

good

here.

Nothing pure.

Nothing

beautiful.

—There’s you,

you gorgeous lunatic.

There’s us.

—Kiss me when you say that.

Please?

—Alright.

today

BJ and Peg

exchange a look.

Hawkeye looks so

lost.

Worried.

For the briefest moment

they think he’s going to bolt,

but BJ’s fingertips

brushing the back of his hand

ground him.

Muscles relax—

only the slightest bit

but it’s enough

to reassure.

Peg makes dinner.

BJ sets the table,

uncorks a bottle of wine.

Hawkeye plays with Erin.

And later,

after they tuck

Erin into bed,

the Hunnicutts

show Hawkeye

he is

loved.

tomorrow

Hawkeye can see it all…

Waking up on Sunday mornings,

tangled up in blankets

and pillows

and arms

and legs.

Coffee in the kitchen,

Peg’s laugh,

BJ’s smile.

Little Erin running though

on her unsteady legs,

shrieking with laughter.

Driving to work with BJ,

the kind of doctoring

he longs for,

where instruments are sterile

and no one runs out of sutures…

and the patients

aren’t all boys

who don’t belong in a war.

Fires on the beach,

a sky full of stars,

the clean smell of salt.

Laughing, splashing children.

(more than just Erin?)

Yes, to all of it.

California, here I come.

NaPoWriMo day 15 - hawkeye/bj/peg - showing hawkeye he can be loved/making him feel like he belongs somewhere for @pherryt

[majorbaby]

Dreams, The Cranberries // MASH 1.06 Yankee Doodle Doctor // MASH 8.22 Dreams insp.

[onekisstotakewithme]

"Are you flirting with Hawk... for me?"

[bj-loves-peg-everyday]

Episode: "Dear Peggy", 4x10 (Part 4)

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: M*A*S*H

Sample Size: 2,385 stories

Source: AO3

[pomegran-art]

BJ & Peg Hunnicutt | “I Want You”-Mitski

[mash4077confessions]

BJ x Hawkeye x Peg for the Ship Bingo

Punnihawk is end game, ultimate OTP. I die on this hill. This happens post war and it's a hot mess and I love it.

Ok. So we know that canonically B.J. feels an overwhelming sense of guilt when he does cheat or feels tempted to cheat. That said, he also canonically talks about other people's infidelities in a much more forgiving light. In the episode Of Moose and Men, he talks about cheating as a mistake that can happen to anyone, and that Zale should be more forgiving towards his wife.

I think B.J. has very deep and complex feelings towards Hawkeye, but probably wouldn't act upon them unless Peg was ok with it. Hawkeye is special to him, in the same sort of way that Peg is.

Hawkeye and Peg definitely have written to each other, even before he got her to tape herself for the anniversary. They write things carefully to avoid the censors but Peg knows there's something going on. She's not jealous exactly, because Hawkeye intrigues her as well.

I read this fantastic fanfiction (sadly has gone unfinished) called Out of Sight by peaceloveandjocularity on AO3. It feels so real, just like how I imagine the dynamic might work.

They all love eachother, they all need eachother, and (most importantly) they all want the best for Erin.

It's not an easy dynamic. There is insecurity, shame, fear, and 1950s society breathing down everyone's neck so they can't exactly be open about it.

There's just something so perfect about it. Wholesome, loving, and still a bit unhinged.

[remyfire]

BJ/Peg/Hawk/Trapper/Louise is SO PEAK I'm 100% with you on that one. Imagining the "x has two hands" meme and it's all of them holding hands in a circle. It's what they all deserve but especially Hawkeye.

I’ve been on a hardcore beejtrap kick for days now, so last night I thought too hard about BJ and Trapper sneaking off for some playful, goading, teasing sex, which means that Peg and Louise got to team up and absolutely ruin Hawkeye, and he was the happiest man alive. You’re so right, anon, he deserves that so so much, my god!!!! 😭💕

[thebreakfastgenie]

least favourite mash character?

I knew I was going to get this question so you're going to have to indulge my preamble. "Least favorite" does not mean "I dislike this character." It means "I like this character less relative to the other characters in this show." My baseline for MASH character is extremely high. I don't dislike any of them! But I like some more or less than others. So with that in mind.

BJ Hunnicutt

He's just less interesting to me than anyone else. I can say a lot of critical things about his writing and Mike Farrell's acting and I'm sure these things play into why I find him less interesting and care about him less. But at the end of the day, I just do. I don't have a lot of strong feelings about him. If he weren't popular in the fandom, I probably wouldn't think about him much. He's fine. But a lot of other characters either have an iron grip on my attention or make me laugh just by standing there and BJ doesn't do either of these things. There are some episodes where I do enjoy him a lot.

There are other episodes where I do situationally dislike him, and it's largely because the narrative usually takes BJ's side and validates him even when he's wrong, usually for the purpose of taking Hawkeye down a peg whether he deserves it or not. No matter how BJ behaves, the show never stops treating him as "the good guy" while Hawkeye is "the naughty one" in comparison and that's a dynamic that's always going to make me defensive of the naughty one.

Also I find his entire style from season 7 on fugly as hell. Especially the mustache, but not only the mustache. His haircut is a disaster and I hate most of his outfits, including the pink shirt. You wouldn't think this would matter but, well, I have a quirk about this. I struggle with certain seasons of The West Wing because the characters are styled in a way that's so viscerally ugly to me. I was devastated when The X-Files shifted to more early 2000s styles that I hated. I don't have this problem with real people but with TV characters... it's an issue, lol. I don't enjoy looking at him! Maybe I'm just too gay, who knows.

Ken Levine, one of the former head writers, admitted on his blog that he never thought they gave BJ the writing he deserved, and I think it shows. He's kind of all over the place.

The things I do like about BJ are not the things most of the fandom likes about BJ. He's an icon of midcentury Americana and I'm a freak for that period of history (it's so weird and fascinating to me) so I find a lot of potential in that. But he's more of a symbol than a blorbo. Then again, I've written more than one fic that's at least partially about him, so clearly there's something there! Like I said, I just like everyone else on the show more.

[maverickcalf]

end of the year fanfic asks: multiples of 6

6. least popular fic this year

Hand Kisses (a robles fic) but it's not even two weeks old yet so that makes sense!

12. favorite character to write about this year

I know it doesn't come across the most in my posting but it's Mitch McDeere. I love him.

18. current number of wips

Too many to count. More than 10 that's for sure.

24. favorite fic you read this year

I haven't been reading a lot this year so I checked through my history and remembered a lovely bj x peg x hawkeye fic from @onekisstotakewithme

As Years Unfurl

30. favorite fandom to read fic from this year

The fandom of just you and me for rblm... i have not been reading this year

[rescue-ram]

M, Q, W, X, Y

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Mm been cooking on a post-war fic where Hawkeye is torn between his dad, who just wants him to stay home and take over his practice and be safe, and Trapper, who wants him to return to surgery and go into practice together but isn't willing to leave his wife for him and is slowly rebuilding trust, and BJ who's having a bit of a breakdown and left Peg and Erin unexpectedly to be with Hawkeye (but didn't exactly ask Hawkeye first). Pretty soapy but I have like three scenes really clear and a general arc plotted out... But I want to make more progress on Courage first before starting another big fics (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I like a premise... So not just "Alice/Bob, coffee shop AU" which is so broad I can't focus, but something too specific feels like I'm writing to spec someone's idea not my own... But like "Alice and Bob are baristas in the same coffee shop and have a slow-burn friends-to-lovers vibe and bang in the fridge" or something is enough inspo to get the gears turning but not so much I get constrained

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Scott Summers ❤️

Y: A character you want to protect.

TrapHawk collectively ❤️❤️❤️

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

Little an excerpt from the abandoned sequel to Same Size Same Shape...

"Bless me Father, for I've sinned," Hawkeye said lightly, bouncing one knee nervously. "I've never confessed before. What's my next line?"

"There is no next line," Francis said, smiling. "You're not Catholic."

"I'm not much of anything, but I'm specifically not Presbyterian," Hawkeye said. "Come on, I'm serious. What- what do I say?"

Francis studied him- the tension he carried in his body, the distress he'd shown last night.

"Now," Francis said gently, "You tell me what you did."

Hawkeye bowed his head, elbows braced on his knees, hands clasped. He shuddered.

"I… I…" he trailed off. His eyes were clenched shut, lip bitten.

Francis thought about reminding him he really didn't have to do this.

"I keep letting things happen," Hawkeye whispered. He was shaking. "I- Christ, I'm thirty, why do I keep letting things happen?"

[majorbaby]

beejpeg postwar and transhawk fic!

Thank you :) 

Beejpeg postwar - aka the author reads ‘The body keeps score’  and projects some of its findings onto the Beejpeg relationship + I want to address what I imagine are BJ’s attitudes towards sex, in this case, with Peg. Basically, BJ and Peg figure things out post-war via increasingly kinky sex. Re-negotiating the terms of their marriage is impossible for them at first but they’re horny and in pain and they need each other, so they re-negotiate the terms of their sex life instead.  And trans hawk... it's 100% pure, self indulgent transmale hawkeye/trapper porn with feelings. I don’t think I’ll ever publish it but in keeping with the wip game I'll include a piece of it.

Both snippets are under this cut, both are E-rated. CW for Beejpeg - BDSM, rope play, femdom-malesub relationship CW for trans hawk - gender dysphoria

BJ/Peg The war had transformed her dear, sweet BJ into a stranger. And months of pushing him to talk, pushing him to eat, pushing to rest... altogether just pushing and pushing a boulder up a hill, that too with their daughter strapped to her back, had done something to make Peg’s temperament unrecognizable to herself too.

And now they had new bodies to match:

BJ was stretched out on the floor, having flatly refused to bring this into their bed, which was only for sleeping (her) or trying to sleep (him) nowadays. He was on his back, completely naked, with his ankles bound against one another and his wrists in a similar fashion. BJ had enough upper body strength to sit up if he was so tempted, and they both knew he would be so tempted, so at his suggestion, Peg had come around and tightly secured the length of rope that dangled from his wrists to thick metal bar that ran underneath the radiator on the wall. That part Peg wasn’t completely comfortable with, it evoked terrible images of a person being held against their will. Except that those people, whenever their portraits ran in the paper frankly never looked anything like BJ.

But there was no other way to keep him restrained in their bedroom, or at least they were too impatient to come up with one. And that hadn’t been the first concession they’d made either – the only reason they were doing this in their bedroom at all was because it could only happen at night and Peg needed to keep an ear out for Erin asleep down the hall. 

God knows BJ couldn't, not while he was spitting and cursing beneath the gag in his mouth, as Peg sat down on his torso, her back to him, tugging on his balls with her new hands and leaning down to bite at the side of his knees with a fresh mouth. **** trans hawk, piercintyre

Trap, can you… not a question, but a prayer Hawkeye says to himself, god and the universe ages before he can bear to ask Trapper. 

From a practical perspective, he knows full well of Trapper’s voracious appetite for sex with women and the parts they usually come with. Hawkeye is not a woman, but he knows the shape his fingers take against himself to be the same shape they take against Margie and Dish and the endless line of women he entertains in a serious and prolonged attempt to avoid thinking about being with Trapper. Hawkeye can’t help it if it still feels good to feel something inside of himself when he comes, and that’s just when it's his own fingers. The thought of it being Trapper’s fingers, tongue or cock buried inside him well… that’s come to be what Hawkeye regularly imagines as he thrashes against his own hand. There’s only so much worship Hawkeye can do on his own in between making out with Trapper whenever they can steal a few minutes alone, always stopping just short of what they both want.

Unless they want different things, Hawkeye thinks. Or the same things but with different bodies. 

“What’s the problem?” Trapper asks one day, when they have no reason to cut things short. From anyone else’s mouth it’s an accusation, but Trapper doesn’t mean it like that – he looks at Hawkeye with keen interest and even keener want.

Hawkeye knows it’s the subtle movements of his body under Trapper’s determined hands that have given himself away and in a way, Trapper’s uncanny ability to read him takes off some of the pressure. He doesn’t have to come out and tell Trapper that something is off, he doesn’t have to risk things going south because Trapper would be too far ahead of something like that. 

“It’s only our third date,” Hawkeye deflects anyway, just to hear old, reliable Trapper call him on it.

Trapper doesn’t disappoint. “It’s our thousandth date.”

“I can suck you off.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Hawkeye goes to get on his knees but is stopped when Trapper brings both his hands to Hawkeye’s belt and grabs onto it hard, his thumbs dipping beneath Hawkeye’s waistband. 

“Is that all you want?” Trapper asks seriously, but then he doesn’t wait for the answer. His one hand drags to the front of Hawkeye’s pants slowly until the heel of Trapper’s palm is flat against Hawkeye’s fly, and his fingers start to curl in between Hawkeye’s thighs. 

It gives voice to Hawkeye’s prayer. “Trap, can you…” he petitions, out loud and at last. 

Trapper answers immediately, his hand taking its place flush against Hawkeye’s clothed sex and rubbing firmly, expertly catching Hawkeye's nub in the space between the root of his index and middle fingers. Trapper’s eyes shine: With pleasure.

[onekisstotakewithme]

it's the hearth-home connection for me.

or, the domesticity you crave with your loved one(s)

[bj-loves-peg-everyday]

Episode: "Mail Call... Again", 4x14

Bonus (under cut):

[pierceintyre-hunnihawk]

Raindrops

It was another day in the Swamp during the ongoing war. I awoke to BJ being beside me, staring at a picture of Peg and Erin. I stared at him a little longer than I probably should’ve, but I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.

“Everything okay, Hawkeye?”

“Oh, yeah. Why?”

“I could feel your eyes on me. Are you sure that you’re alright?”

“I am. No worries.”

I could never tell him exactly how much I adore him, how badly I want to be more than just friends. His laugh, the way his nose crinkles when he laughs, everything about him drives me wild. I know that we could never be together that way, and if we did, someone would find out and throw us out of service. Not that I want to be here, but I can’t afford to get kicked out of the only thing paying the bills. Besides, what would my father say? How would he feel if he knew that I was in love with a man, who was a fellow captain, and not some nurse? I couldn’t do that to him. Aside from myself, BJ has Peg Not to mention their two kids, and the life that they have built together. Seeing him miss his family makes me really put things into perspective. I can’t be a homewrecker, and I can’t admit my feelings. I should just get away from all of this, and head to work. That should be easier than dealing with all of this emotional junk, while the one man that I want is completely spoken for, and then some.

I headed into the operating room, preparing for the worst. To my surprise, everyone had almost fully recovered. I was then led into the x-ray room by Margaret who noticed that I had been distracted.

“Everything okay, Captain Pierce?”

“Margaret, please don’t call me that.”

“Okay. Is everything okay, Hawkeye?”

“That’s better. However, I don’t think I am.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m in love with BJ.”

She didn’t say anything, she just stared at me in shock. I was starting to feel more anxious as she grew quiet.

“Margaret-”

“I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that so early. Does he know?”

“He can’t know. He’s happy with his wife and kids. Imagine if he were to find out. He would never talk to me after that. I can’t go through another person leaving without saying ‘goodbye’ again. Remember when I told Trapper?”

“I remember. I’m sorry he had to leave, Hawkeye. Just try and tell him. He might feel the same way.”

“I don’t think so. Every time he talks about his life that’s far away, he gets this gleam in his eyes that he never has when I’m around.”

“You don’t know what we see when you’re not around.”

“Oh really? And that would be?”

“Every time you’re not here, be it because you’re in Seoul or that time you went to Tokyo all by yourself, he looked like a lost puppy who didn’t know what to do. And do you remember that time you almost worked yourself to death?”

“I do.”

“Do you remember how he caught you when you just about fell?”

“He’s just a friend, Margaret. That’s just how he shows that he cares.”

“He never does any of that with us. Not even with the Colonel.”

I decided to sit down to process everything. I just didn’t know what to say. It can’t be that he cares, and it can’t be that he truly likes me in the way that I do with him. It’s just not possible. Just then, the colonel walked in, and inspected everything.

“Everything looks good on your end here, Hawkeye.”

“Thank you, Colonel.”

“Of course. Now, why do you look like you got kicked by a horse?”

“No reason, Colonel.”

“Really? I’d say otherwise. A nurse?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh! A doctor? Major perhaps?”

“Not a major.”

“Hunnicutt?”

“WHAT?! I mean, no.”

“Sure Hawkeye. Klinger told me everything. You’re forgetting the fact that he can hear everything.”

I couldn’t say anything. Not that I would want to, but this is just unorthodox. A man in the military can’t be in love with another military man. They always leave, and never speak to one another after the war is over. I’ve been told beforehand.

“You’re awfully quiet there, Hawkeye.”

“I’m sorry colonel, it's just that, well, it’s BJ.”

“Ah, infatuation. I remember thinking that way of Mildred when I first saw her. Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“I couldn’t do that. Mind you he’s married.”

“Is he happy, though?”

“He seems like it. I just can’t can’t tell.”

“Seeing and being are two different things, Pierce. Mind you, just because you seem fine on the outside doesn’t mean that you truly are. You should know.”

“What if he is?”

“And what if he isn’t?”

“But-”

“No ‘but’s’, Hawkeye. You go back into that tent of yours, and ask BJ if he’s truly happy, and I don’t want to see you back here until you do. That’s a direct order.”

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t argue with a direct order. Those could get me thrown out, and I need to be here. I found BJ sitting next to the still. I had to ask him, but I couldn’t form the right thoughts. My mind was going a million miles a minute. Until he finally spoke.

“Hey, Hawkeye!”

“Oh, uh, hey BJ.”

“Everything okay?”

How could I tell this man that I wanted to be with him without saying those words?

“Not exactly.”

“Sick?”

“No.”

“Missing home?”

“No.”

“Missing your dad?”

“Yes, but also no. Are you happy?”

“Happy to be here? No.”

“Well-”

“Happy to be away from my wife and kids? No.”

“Beej-”

“Happy to be in the Korean heat? No.”

“BJ! Are you happy in your marriage?”

I heard the words come out of my mouth, and I shuddered. It wasn’t a good feeling.

“Happy in my marriage?”

“Y’know, with Peg. Look, I didn’t-”

“Shut it, Hawkeye.”

“I-”

“That’s a stupid question. Of course I’m happy in my marriage. What type of question even is that?”

“I-I didn’t mean anything, I was just, well, curious. That’s all.”

“Curious? Curious?! The only people who are ‘curious’ when someone is in a relationship, and or marriage, are those who want to ruin them!”

“It was a genuine question, BJ…”

“Sure it was, Hawkeye.”

I decided to leave. There wasn’t any point in trying to reason with him. Especially if he’s going to be like this. I decided that it was best to report back to the colonel and tell him everything that had happened. He’d know what to say.

“Pierce! Oh no. Come here.”

It was like the Colonel could read my face.

“Are you okay, Pierce?”

I cried. The Colonel pulled me into a hug, which he never really did before.

“Tell me what happened, Hawkeye.”

“It was awful! He wouldn’t let me get a word in, and when I did, he exploded on me! Am I the bad guy?”

“Of course not. Did he talk over you?”

I nodded.

“Then he’s in the wrong. Had he had just listened to you, I'm sure this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Besides, anyone would be happy to have you in their lives. Here, there’s $20, go to Rosie’s and have a nice time.”

“Colonel, a martini is only $2.”

“Doesn’t matter. Once you’re done there, go to the supply closet. It’ll be empty for you, there should be a cot already there. If not, there’s one tucked away in there somewhere.”

“Thanks, Colonel. What’ll I do if BJ wants to talk?”

“Give him five minutes. If he doesn’t make a good point in five minutes, ignore him. Don’t let him ruin your outing.”

“What if you guys need me?”

“We can manage with no problems. Now go and have fun. Remember what I said, though.”

“Of course, sir.”

I followed the colonel’s advice and went to Rosie’s. To my surprise, it was relatively empty. Except for the lady of the hour and Igor. I guess everyone else had better things to do.

“What can I get you, Hawkeye?”

“A very, very dry martini.”

“Of course, sir.”

I hunched over the bar, and played with my hands while I waited. Unfortunately, BJ entered.

“Hey, Hawkeye.”

“Hi, BJ.”

“Everything okay?”

Did he forget what happened earlier? I know very damn well that I didn’t make any of that up.

“Fine.”

“Oh, come on-”

“Look, you really hurt me, you fuck. I couldn’t even get a word in without you blowing up at me. Fuck you, BJ.”

“Oh Hawkeye, don’t be that way.”

“You have five minutes to give me an actual reason to forgive you.”

“Okay, number one, I’ve had people try and come between my marriage before.”

“Uh huh. Another reason. You have four minutes remaining.”

I was so thankful that my martini was done.

“Number two, I was caught off guard.”

“Uh huh.”

“Number three, I really like you, but I don’t think it would work.”

“Sure, and I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Hawkeye, I'm married.”

“Like that ever stopped anybody before.”

“I’m not Trapper!”

“Of course you’re not! Trapper actually gave a fuck about my feelings! He took time to understand me! He actually wanted me!”

“I never said that!”

“Go fuck yourself, BJ. Who makes you happier?”

“This is ridiculous! You make me happy in the sense of a college roommate, Peg’s my wife!”

“That just answered my question.”

I went silent, and ordered as many martini’s as I could while feeling BJ’s eyes on me.

“If you keep drinking like that, you’re going to wind up dead.”

“So be it! We all end up the same way anyway.”

“I won’t sit here and watch you drink yourself to death!”

“That’s fine! You can stand.”

“You are such an asshole, Hawkeye.”

“At least I’m not yours! Any man, or woman, would be fucking grateful to have me!”

“Sure they would. Hawkeye. A drunkard like yourself is a real catch.”

“I don’t need to hear any of this.”

I paid for my drinks, and walked out the door. It started raining, and I was without anything to keep me warm. Just then, Klinger came out to see if I was okay.

“Hey, Hawkeye.”

“Hi, Klinger.”

“Everything okay, Hawkeye?”

“Not one bit.”

“Let me help you.”

“Lead the way.”

I let Klinger guide me since he was better at it when I was too drunk to stand.

“Some bad night, huh?”

“It surely is.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I couldn’t bother you with my problems.”

“Either you talk, or I’ll model some lingerie in order to make you talk”

“Don’t wear the white or pink lingerie with the strawberries on it. Wear that black negligee that I love.”

“You’ve never seen me in that, sir. Also, they’re not strawberries, they’re cherries.”

“My mistake, Klinger. Forgive me?”

“With a cute face like that? How could I not forgive you? Now, I’m not going to pressure you into telling me all of your problems, but when you’re ready to talk, I’m here.”

I saw Klinger head to the door, but something in me told me to stop him.

“Klinger, wait.”

“Yes, Hawkeye?”

“I-I wanna talk.”

“I’m all ears.”

I told him about the whole BJ fiasco that I had gotten myself involved in. I asked him what his opinion was.

“Honestly, you didn’t deserve any of that. It’s not your fault that you’re in love with a married man. You can’t control that. BJ just needs to wake up and realize that love, or lust, isn’t just handed to you. Given your emotional bond to BJ, I’m just shocked that this didn’t happen sooner. As for the bar scene, I would’ve just thrown my drink in his face, but that’s just me. Never settle for less than what you're worth, Hawkeye. It doesn’t work out well if you do.”

“Thanks, Klinger. I mean that.”

“Of course, Hawkeye. Now, how about I take you to bed?”

“You’re the first person to offer me that.”

“Haha, very funny.”

Klinger grabbed the cot for me, set out a pillow with a blanket, and even tucked me into bed.

“Thank you, Klinger.”

“Of course, Hawkeye. I’ll be in the next room. Yell if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Klinger kissed the top of my head. It was very platonic.

The next morning came, and I felt like sheer hell.

“How’re you feeling, Hawkeye?”

It was Klinger.

“I feel like hell.”

“Here, I brought you a glass of water and a couple of aspirins. This should help with the dehydration problems, and the headache.”

“What are you, my nurse?”

“Are you going to pay me?”

“How much?”

“For you, I’ll do it for free.”

“Really?”

“Why not?”

I smiled.

“Now, the Colonel’s gonna come in and check on you. Would you like me to leave any certain notes?”

“Just tell him not to raise his voice too much.”

“Of course, sir. See you soon, sir.”

“See you soon, Klinger.”

After what felt like an eternity, Colonel Potter came in.

“Hello, Pierce.”

“Hello, Colonel.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Slightly better than before. Still have a nagging headache, though.”

“I understand. You’re taking the day off.”

“What about the wounded?”

“We’ll manage. Hunnicutt does want to see you, though. Should I send Klinger in here once that happens?”

“Please do. He seems to be on my side here.”

“So is Major Houlihan, Major Winchester, Father Mulcahy, and myself. Klinger told us about everything over breakfast. We even sat away from BJ.”

“Really?”

“We're on your side until the end. Besides, BJ could’ve had a civilized conversation, but he apparently didn't want to.”

“Thank you, Colonel.”

“Of course, Pierce. BJ wants to talk to you, though.”

Just like that, it rained harder.

Colonel Potter left, and in walked BJ.

“Hey, Hawkeye.”

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?”

“Do we have to?”

“I’d like to.”

“Fine.”

“I feel bad about last night.”

“Is this an apology?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a bad apology.”

“Hear me out.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel the way that you did, it’s just, I wasn’t expecting it.”

“You didn’t have to yell at me, or be snippy. You could’ve just given me a simple ‘no’ and move on. But no, you didn’t want that. Good day, BJ.”

BJ left without saying another word. I decided to lay back down and take it easy. I called for Klinger, who came in sooner than I anticipated, and dimmed the lights for me.

“Anything else, sir? Actual food perhaps?”

“That would be nice.”

“Coming right up.”

Klinger left and got me a hot meal. I’m not sure where he found apple cinnamon oatmeal from, but honestly, I don’t really care. It was nice. I listened to the sounds of the rain as I ate, and didn’t think about anything for the rest of the day today. I know tomorrow I’ll have to face BJ again, but for now, that can wait. I’m happy where I’m at.