DISCLAIMER: I don't own MASH because if I did it would be rated M 15+...

I began to write these ages ago and decided that I will start posting. There will be 8 chapters one for each of the doctors (and Margaret). I will end with Hawkeye ha ha so you have to wait! Please R/R for me...

Could you do me a favour, when you're finished with this fic please check out the one I wrote about Hawkeye and Charles called I've Got A Secret. The popularity is dismal on that particular pairing but the story is good I swear!

Trapper 1934

'John you were in top form today! Keep up the good work son.' Coach shouted across the crowded locker room.

A boy no older than 16 acknowledged the fact that he had been complimented and continued to strip off his football jersey. His normally strawberry blonde curls were matted with mud and dirt from constantly being tackled.

'Yo Johnny.'

John turned around to face his best friend Arthur (who was naked and dripping wet).

'Did you do your science homework for Mrs Landry?'

John's brown eyes widened in horror and he slapped his forehead. 'Oh crap I completely forgot because of practise yesterday!'

Arthur's face split into a grin. 'Did you see the cheerleaders at that game?'

'Come on you know I have a girlfriend.' John remained silent for a minute. 'But yeah, I did…and I nailed one.'

Arthur punched John's arm. 'Who was it…Angie?'

John screwed up his nose. 'No not Angie…Louise James.'

'Not that broad with the red hair?'

A crooked smile appeared on John's face. 'And emerald green eyes let me tell ya, she was good.'

'What about Liz?'

John shrugged. 'What she doesn't know won't hurt her.'

'Mr McIntyre I don't know what to do with you.' scolded Mrs Landry. 'You can do great things if you just budgeted your time better.'

John rolled his eyes at his teacher which earned him a whack across the hand with the infamous cane. He was in detention for arriving 15 minutes late for class.

'Ouch! Come on miss, we both know all I can do is play football.'

Mrs Landry frowned. 'Well, maybe that is all you can do, nevertheless you are going to stay here until you finish the homework that was assigned last night and then you are going to do tonight's homework right in front of me.'

John swore under his breath and got out a pen for himself. Mrs Landry placed four sheets of paper in front of the cursing teen and went back to her desk.

John finished all of his homework in less than 20 minutes and waited patiently for his teacher to look up from her desk. When she did however, Mrs Landry frowned.

'John, why have you stopped, you couldn't possibly be done yet.'

John looked insulted, 'Yes I am, look for yourself.'

Mrs Landry sighed. 'Don't be impertinent John, bring it to me.'

The young man sighed and begrudgingly made his way to his teacher's desk where he was made to stand as she marked his homework.

'Well, how did I go?' asked John in a rather bored tone of voice.

Mrs Landry looked at John strangely. 'You got every answer correct.'

'Come again?' asked John who was quite amazed at his intelligence.

'Did you study for this Mr McIntyre?'

John laughed. 'I haven't studied a day in my life.'

'How are you at math?'

John shrugged. 'My teacher says that I should stop wasting my time with sports and focus on becoming a mathematician which I guess means I'm good at it.'

Mrs Landry looked at John seriously. 'McIntyre, with grades like these you could go places. You could be a scientist or a biologist or even a doctor!'

'Miss, all I did was homework.'

'John that is not the point, its how you did it. I've never seen any student answer the questions you did in such a short amount of time!'

John shook his head and went to grab his belongings. 'Miss, I am not cut out to be any of those things. It was just a fluke.' John turned on his heel and stormed out of the laboratory.

When he got home, John went through his father's book collection to see if he could find anything on football. When he saw a book on anatomy, John pulled it out of the shelf and looked at the cover.

'Why am I so interested in this stuff?' John asked himself and sighed. 'I'll just flick through it.'

Two hours later when John was called down to dinner he did not move a muscle. He was too busy reading his father's science books.

1936

'Now this next graduate is one of the most brilliant students I have seen in many years. He got straight A's in science and math, not to mention won the football trophy for our school in 1935.' Principal Heed paused for dramatic effect. 'And I might add that he is one of the most improved students I have ever met. John Francis Xavier McIntyre!'

John walked out on stage at high school graduation and accepted his diploma. He was on top of the world and in the audience his parents and sister Clara were absolutely beaming at him as was his on again off again girlfriend Louise. John grinned to himself. He knew what he was getting tonight.

Well that was Trapper's story...pretty good huh? Lol, remember to R/R and I'll update as soon as I can, I'm having trouble thinking up stories for Henry, Charles and Potter...but I will deliver!

Up next...Henry Blake!