Disclaimer: I don't own MASH. If I did, it would have been even slashier, if that's humanly possible.
Warnings: Slash, of the Hawkeye/Trapper variety.
A/N: This was originally going to go all the way up to Trapper's actually leaving Korea but I'd written this much, and two more lines, in study hall and I've decided this is enough to be short and bittersweet.
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Hawkeye sang loudly as he packed his back to Tokyo. "Da-da da da…Trap, I am off to Tokyo. Do you know how great that is?"
Trapper shrugged. "'S not that great."
"Jealous?" Hawkeye asked with a grin.
"Only of the geishas," Trapper replied, sporting a grin of his own. "Drink before you go?" he added, holding up the freshly filled pitcher.
Hawkeye closed his bag and walked over to join Trapper at the still. "Of course," he said, picking up his glass. Trapper filled it, and then filled his own.
"To Tokyo," Hawkeye proclaimed, holding his glass aloft.
"Tokyo," Trapper agreed, and they clinked glasses, then tossed back the moonshine. Hawkeye filled both their glasses again.
"You know," he commented offhand, "nice as those geishas are, I'll miss you."
Trapper smiled. "It's only three days."
"Ugh, don't remind me," Hawkeye moaned. "I wish it were three months."
"After what you just said?" Trapper mock-pouted.
Hawkeye laughed, then after a careful glance around, pulled Trapper into a kiss.
"Mm, careful," Trapper cautioned, pulling away. And just in time, because Radar knocked on the door and walked in.
"Hawkeye? Your jeep to Seoul is ready," the corporal said.
Hawkeye swallowed the last of his drink, and then replied, "Thanks Radar. See you, Trap," he added.
"See you," Trapper echoed, then Hawkeye left, followed by Radar.
Trapper sighed and poured himself another drink.