Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows . . .
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Disclaimer: I need one, does that say enough? Wish I did, but I don't.
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For my friends on the www.bestcareanywhere.net message board, here's a nice (sappy as all hell knowing me) H/M story to keep you all satisfied!
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Summary: Not for anti-H/M-shippers! Need I say more? Our favourite characters and Radar go to a conference in Seoul. Upon returning, Hawkeye and Margaret both claim that they've met someone who makes them feel like they've never felt before, honest-to-god love. However, it'll be a while before anyone, even BJ, Colonel Potter and Radar who were in Seoul at the time, realises who exactly it is that has made Margaret leave Frank and Hawkeye give up his bachelor ways. Written from Margaret's POV with flashbacks from Seoul.
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I noticed that Colonel Potter was studying the grin on my face. His weary blue eyes flicked to Hawkeye's smiling face and then back to mine. I was sitting in the open door of the bus while Hawkeye and BJ were down on the road.
I could tell what he was thinking. After a three-day conference in Seoul, a hard night out, followed by being flagged down at the 791st as extra help during a 48hour OR shift, by all accounts Hawkeye and I should have been either exhausted or hungover. It had been a long, hard conference and we'd all worked to our utmost especially as the 791st had more patients than one M*A*S*H unit, even with the best of the best from the 4077th present, could handle. They had then thrown a large party to thank us, and two days behind schedule, we were heading home.
Colonel Potter then glanced to BJ who was obliging him with gusto, throwing up some bad sushi and too much sake by the roadside, Hawkeye beside him, holding his head and smiling.
"Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, everything!" I hopped down to help Hawkeye get BJ back into the bus, and I just couldn't help humming. I was so happy, I'd had a truly wonderful time, being unable to tell anyone about it, I opted for singing.
"That's wonderful is what I feel when we're together!" Hawkeye finished with me. BJ groaned as Colonel Potter grabbed him by his belt and hauled him into the bus again. BJ was definitely feeling sorry for himself, and groaned a further lament.
"Do you have to be so happy, quite so loudly?" BJ demanded. Hawkeye had had as much to drink and should have been feeling as worse for wear, if not more than BJ currently was. I also should have been feeling pretty terrible, but it's amazing once you get passionate how much energy you discover that you have, and being in love, hangovers meant nothing.
"Course I do!" Hawkeye responded, he dragged himself into the bus, reached down and offered me a hand. I scrambled up, and slammed the door. It echoed around the bus, drawing a further moan from BJ, Radar started the engine and we continued down the road, until BJ had to stop again.
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(Back in Seoul. . .)
"Shh, what if Colonel Potter hears?" Margaret giggled as Hawkeye crept into her room, a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses concealed in his robe.
"He won't. Where do you think the first half of this bottle went?" Hawkeye responded with a slightly drunken laugh. Margaret smiled, and grabbing him by the front of his robe pulled him into the room.
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When we arrived back at the 4077th, the first face I saw was Frank's. I gave an inward shudder, which Hawkeye picked up on. He squeezed my hand inconspicuously.
"Don't worry." He whispered, Radar stopped the bus with a jerk and both of us flew forward, our head were out of sight for a split second and he leaned over and kissed me just near my eye. It brought the grin back to my face and Colonel Potter saw it as I jumped off the bus and rolled his eyes.
"Margaret, my darling, are you okay? It's been five whole days!" Frank whimpered the minute I got in the door of my tent. I threw my duffel bag onto my bunk and turned around to face his royal chin-less-ness.
"I Frank, happen to be better than fine, I happen to be love! I met someone while I was in Seoul." I informed him at once. I couldn't see the sense in beating around the bush.
"Margaret. . . what? Why? Who? What does he have that I haven't got?" Frank pulled himself up to his full height.
"It's what he HASN'T got that makes him more attractive, it's something you have got, and I don't like it at all. Yes Frank, it's called a wife!" Several emotions passed over Frank's face, before he smiled thinly and musted what little dignity he could.
"Good afternoon Major Houlihan." He left and closed the door. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I heard him go into the Swamp to be greeted by Hawkeye's cheerful voice.
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Miranda's Spiel: "Here's yet another fic guys, I hope you like it, coming up, Hawkeye tells the camp he's in love!"
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Disclaimer: I need one, does that say enough? Wish I did, but I don't.
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For my friends on the www.bestcareanywhere.net message board, here's a nice (sappy as all hell knowing me) H/M story to keep you all satisfied!
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Summary: Not for anti-H/M-shippers! Need I say more? Our favourite characters and Radar go to a conference in Seoul. Upon returning, Hawkeye and Margaret both claim that they've met someone who makes them feel like they've never felt before, honest-to-god love. However, it'll be a while before anyone, even BJ, Colonel Potter and Radar who were in Seoul at the time, realises who exactly it is that has made Margaret leave Frank and Hawkeye give up his bachelor ways. Written from Margaret's POV with flashbacks from Seoul.
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I noticed that Colonel Potter was studying the grin on my face. His weary blue eyes flicked to Hawkeye's smiling face and then back to mine. I was sitting in the open door of the bus while Hawkeye and BJ were down on the road.
I could tell what he was thinking. After a three-day conference in Seoul, a hard night out, followed by being flagged down at the 791st as extra help during a 48hour OR shift, by all accounts Hawkeye and I should have been either exhausted or hungover. It had been a long, hard conference and we'd all worked to our utmost especially as the 791st had more patients than one M*A*S*H unit, even with the best of the best from the 4077th present, could handle. They had then thrown a large party to thank us, and two days behind schedule, we were heading home.
Colonel Potter then glanced to BJ who was obliging him with gusto, throwing up some bad sushi and too much sake by the roadside, Hawkeye beside him, holding his head and smiling.
"Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, everything!" I hopped down to help Hawkeye get BJ back into the bus, and I just couldn't help humming. I was so happy, I'd had a truly wonderful time, being unable to tell anyone about it, I opted for singing.
"That's wonderful is what I feel when we're together!" Hawkeye finished with me. BJ groaned as Colonel Potter grabbed him by his belt and hauled him into the bus again. BJ was definitely feeling sorry for himself, and groaned a further lament.
"Do you have to be so happy, quite so loudly?" BJ demanded. Hawkeye had had as much to drink and should have been feeling as worse for wear, if not more than BJ currently was. I also should have been feeling pretty terrible, but it's amazing once you get passionate how much energy you discover that you have, and being in love, hangovers meant nothing.
"Course I do!" Hawkeye responded, he dragged himself into the bus, reached down and offered me a hand. I scrambled up, and slammed the door. It echoed around the bus, drawing a further moan from BJ, Radar started the engine and we continued down the road, until BJ had to stop again.
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(Back in Seoul. . .)
"Shh, what if Colonel Potter hears?" Margaret giggled as Hawkeye crept into her room, a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses concealed in his robe.
"He won't. Where do you think the first half of this bottle went?" Hawkeye responded with a slightly drunken laugh. Margaret smiled, and grabbing him by the front of his robe pulled him into the room.
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When we arrived back at the 4077th, the first face I saw was Frank's. I gave an inward shudder, which Hawkeye picked up on. He squeezed my hand inconspicuously.
"Don't worry." He whispered, Radar stopped the bus with a jerk and both of us flew forward, our head were out of sight for a split second and he leaned over and kissed me just near my eye. It brought the grin back to my face and Colonel Potter saw it as I jumped off the bus and rolled his eyes.
"Margaret, my darling, are you okay? It's been five whole days!" Frank whimpered the minute I got in the door of my tent. I threw my duffel bag onto my bunk and turned around to face his royal chin-less-ness.
"I Frank, happen to be better than fine, I happen to be love! I met someone while I was in Seoul." I informed him at once. I couldn't see the sense in beating around the bush.
"Margaret. . . what? Why? Who? What does he have that I haven't got?" Frank pulled himself up to his full height.
"It's what he HASN'T got that makes him more attractive, it's something you have got, and I don't like it at all. Yes Frank, it's called a wife!" Several emotions passed over Frank's face, before he smiled thinly and musted what little dignity he could.
"Good afternoon Major Houlihan." He left and closed the door. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I heard him go into the Swamp to be greeted by Hawkeye's cheerful voice.
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Miranda's Spiel: "Here's yet another fic guys, I hope you like it, coming up, Hawkeye tells the camp he's in love!"