A/N: This is my first fic in about six years so bear with me please. I have found myself rewatching MASH lately season by season and reading fanfiction after fanfiction. Call it an obsession, anyway, I hope you like this little ficlet.
Just something that came up while watching "The Late Captain Pierce" Spoilers Folks!
B.J. left the bus out of fight and out of time. The longer he stood there, the longer it took him to start scrubbing, the longer it would be for some torn up kid waiting in OR. Here, time meant everything.
"Home Digger" Hawkeye spoke and the bus roared to life. He released an empty chuckle; roaring to life, how unbefitting a bus for morgue detail. Maybe this was it; maybe this was his real ticket out. Reason came to the forefront of his mind as soon as that thought crossed it. He could hear the distant whoosh of chopper blades and imagined B.J. scrubbing up alongside Frank the Colonel. That's when he realized, not only would this never work but he couldn't leave. It wasn't the wounded kids or any attempted action the army may take when he arrived wherever it was Digger was headed, it was B.J.
It was the defeated look on his face that set the feeling in stone. He knew he couldn't leave here; he had to stay by his side. War was hell and if you were lucky enough to find someone to help you cope with it, well, it was just a little less terrifying. "Stop Digger" the words seemed to spill out before he could even think them. He dropped his duffel in the Swamp and headed into OR. Klinger's account of the amount of wounded was an understatement. Potter gave him a nod, focused intently on his patient, Frank scoffed but seemed, for once, to know he should keep his mouth shut. Hawkeye met B.J.'s eyes, it was his reaction he was interested in most. "Dead man walking" B.J. deadpanned though he hoped his eyes were able to say what he may have said had they been alone in the swamp. Not sure I could survive this without you. The moment passed, Hawkeye turned to his table and sighed, maybe he was dead, seeing as he was somehow still here standing in hell.
Well, I don't know how I feel about this. More or stop writing? Let me know!