I do not own FMA, MASH, or their characters. This is AU and set during the Korean War. This story was previously posted in An Apple A Day.
Doctor and Patient
"I'm telling you, Beej, the North Koreans don't need to keep shelling us," Hawkeye Pierce laughed. "They just need to keep paying our cooks."
"Excuse me, sir? Are you Dr. Pierce?"
The soldier was tall and blond with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Hawkeye didn't recognize the man's uniform though.
"That's me unless you're with the IRS. Then I'm afraid I'll have to direct you to the physician currently residing in the swamp."
"My commanding officer needs to speak with you, sir. It's urgent."
"Do I come to him or does he come to me?" Hawkeye had the feeling there was more to this than a simple conversation.
"This way, sir."
B.J. shrugged, and the two surgeons followed the man to a jeep parked near the OR. Two dark haired men were with it, one in the driver's seat and the other in the back with a stretcher. The driver spotted them first.
"Roy."
The other man looked up. "Dr. Pierce?"
"That would be me."
"Roy Mustang. I need you to operate on Hawkeye. We did a patch up job in the field, but I think we missed some internal bleeding."
Pierce blinked at the reference to his nickname, but his attention was quickly drawn to the blond head resting in Roy Mustang's lap. The man's face was turned into Mustang's stomach, but it was clear he was in quite a bit of pain.
"Beej, give me a hand, would you?"
The two doctors easily found the injury in the man's side. Hawkeye frowned as he examined the stitches. B.J. checked the man's pulse.
"I think he's right, Hawk. The pulse is clearly depressed."
"Let's get him into the OR." Hawkeye frowned and addressed Mustang. "You could have just pulled up to the OR and not waste time. What's with the secrecy?"
Mustang traded looks with the other man. "We had heard horror stories about one of your surgeons, and there are reasons we like to keep Hawkeye as anonymous as possible. Lieutenant Hawkeye's a her, not a him."
The man shifted and suddenly a pair of amber eyes slitted in pain met his. The lieutenant's face clearly had a feminine cast to it, but he could see how she passed for a man.
"Beej, grab Margaret. The three of us should be able to manage without anyone else." He met Mustang's eyes. "Can you carry her?"
Mustang nodded. "Just lead the way. Maes, I'll see you and Havoc later."
It didn't take them long to get the patient into the OR. With Mustang's help, Hawkeye managed to get his patient undressed and prepped for surgery. B.J. and Margaret finished scrubbing in just as they had her all ready. Hawkeye nodded.
"We'll take it from here. I promise we'll take good care of her."
Mustang bent down to kiss her forehead before turning to leave.
Hawkeye looked down at his patient. Things could get confusing with their shared name. "Hey, Mustang, what's her first name?"
"Riza."
Hawkeye turned back to his patient. "All right, Beej, put her under. Margaret, scalpel."
Theme: Doctor's In
