A/N: I got this idea when I was watching M*A*S*H with my grandfather. It
takes place back in the Korean War. I'm sorry if some of the dates are
mixed up, I slept through this chapter in History in grade 10! I do not own
any of these characters. . well only the ones you don't know! If I did, do
you honestly think I'd be writing a fan fiction?! I'd be out shackin' up
with Chad!!
Chapter One
"You are now pronounced man and wife." Tristan kissed his bride.
"Ewww! Tristan! You weren't actually suppose to kiss me!" 9 year old Rory bellowed.
10 year old Tristan glanced at her. "I was only trying to make it seem real!"
"Ugh Tristan DuGrey! I will never marry you!" The young Rory stomped off.
Seven Years Later.....
"Rory, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Brian asked her. Tristan watched from a few lockers away.
"I'd love-" She began to say.
"Sorry Brian, but this girl is already taken." Tristan sauntered up, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a quick kiss.
"Sorry, I didn't know she was your girl," Brian backed off.
"Get your hands off me this instant Tristan!" Rory demanded. "What in Lucifer's name do you think you're doing?! I was about to say yes! He was going to take me to the dance! Now because of you, I have no date!"
"I'm sorry Mary," he always called her that when she was upset with him. It was her childhood nickname. "I just didn't want you with him. He's a snake, a typical male, all he wanted was your body. Its going around that you're -.." he trailed off.
"I'm what?!"
"That you're easy," he replied. "And if it makes you feel any better, I'll take you to the dance." He pulled on a strand of her hair.
"You?" she sputtered. "What makes you think that I'll go with you?! Maybe you think that I'm easy too- maybe that's why you didn't want me to go with Brian. You wanted me for yourself!" she huffed.
"Oh I want you for myself Mary, the only difference is I know you're not easy." He smirked, sending all the girls watching them into a swoon.
"You w-want me? Tristan!" she closed her eyes. "You're not joking? You're not trying to make a fool out of me?" she looked up at him. "Because if you are! I swear I'll never speak to you again!"
"I'm not joking Mary, you know I'd never do something like that to you." Tristan placed his hands on her shoulders. "I've always cared for you. Now, would you please go to the dance with me?"
"Oh Tristan!" Rory wrapped her arms around him, everyone cheered.
Two Years Later....
"I now pronounce you man and wife!" the preacher said.
Tristan leaned close to his bride and whispered, "Are you going to let me kiss you, or are you going to say ewwww! And run away like last time?"
Rory boldly reached up and drew his head towards hers. "Kiss me you fool!"
"Yes Ma'am!" he complied, giving her a long and lingering kiss. "I love you Mary."
"I love you Tristan!" Rory grinned.
Two Years Later..... The Present. . . (Like 1973?)
"How does it feel to be Dr. Tristan DuGrey?" Rory asked her husband.
"How does it feel to be Dr. Tristan DuGrey's wife?"
She wrapped her arms around him. "Hmmm, I love being Mrs. DuGrey."
"Hmmm, I love you being Mrs. DuGrey too!" Tristan grinned.
"Oh! You have mail today!" Rory fluttered off. "It looks important." She brought him back the letter.
"Well," he sat down in his reading chair. "It looks like its from the government dear Mary." He took the letter opener and opened the letter, sitting back to read it.
"What is it?" Rory asked him after seeing a brief flash of worry go across his face. She sat down across from him on the settee, she arranged her skirt.
He looked up at her, wondering what he was going to do. "I've been drafted Mary, I leave in two days."
Chapter One
"You are now pronounced man and wife." Tristan kissed his bride.
"Ewww! Tristan! You weren't actually suppose to kiss me!" 9 year old Rory bellowed.
10 year old Tristan glanced at her. "I was only trying to make it seem real!"
"Ugh Tristan DuGrey! I will never marry you!" The young Rory stomped off.
Seven Years Later.....
"Rory, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Brian asked her. Tristan watched from a few lockers away.
"I'd love-" She began to say.
"Sorry Brian, but this girl is already taken." Tristan sauntered up, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a quick kiss.
"Sorry, I didn't know she was your girl," Brian backed off.
"Get your hands off me this instant Tristan!" Rory demanded. "What in Lucifer's name do you think you're doing?! I was about to say yes! He was going to take me to the dance! Now because of you, I have no date!"
"I'm sorry Mary," he always called her that when she was upset with him. It was her childhood nickname. "I just didn't want you with him. He's a snake, a typical male, all he wanted was your body. Its going around that you're -.." he trailed off.
"I'm what?!"
"That you're easy," he replied. "And if it makes you feel any better, I'll take you to the dance." He pulled on a strand of her hair.
"You?" she sputtered. "What makes you think that I'll go with you?! Maybe you think that I'm easy too- maybe that's why you didn't want me to go with Brian. You wanted me for yourself!" she huffed.
"Oh I want you for myself Mary, the only difference is I know you're not easy." He smirked, sending all the girls watching them into a swoon.
"You w-want me? Tristan!" she closed her eyes. "You're not joking? You're not trying to make a fool out of me?" she looked up at him. "Because if you are! I swear I'll never speak to you again!"
"I'm not joking Mary, you know I'd never do something like that to you." Tristan placed his hands on her shoulders. "I've always cared for you. Now, would you please go to the dance with me?"
"Oh Tristan!" Rory wrapped her arms around him, everyone cheered.
Two Years Later....
"I now pronounce you man and wife!" the preacher said.
Tristan leaned close to his bride and whispered, "Are you going to let me kiss you, or are you going to say ewwww! And run away like last time?"
Rory boldly reached up and drew his head towards hers. "Kiss me you fool!"
"Yes Ma'am!" he complied, giving her a long and lingering kiss. "I love you Mary."
"I love you Tristan!" Rory grinned.
Two Years Later..... The Present. . . (Like 1973?)
"How does it feel to be Dr. Tristan DuGrey?" Rory asked her husband.
"How does it feel to be Dr. Tristan DuGrey's wife?"
She wrapped her arms around him. "Hmmm, I love being Mrs. DuGrey."
"Hmmm, I love you being Mrs. DuGrey too!" Tristan grinned.
"Oh! You have mail today!" Rory fluttered off. "It looks important." She brought him back the letter.
"Well," he sat down in his reading chair. "It looks like its from the government dear Mary." He took the letter opener and opened the letter, sitting back to read it.
"What is it?" Rory asked him after seeing a brief flash of worry go across his face. She sat down across from him on the settee, she arranged her skirt.
He looked up at her, wondering what he was going to do. "I've been drafted Mary, I leave in two days."