One night, Hawkeye walked out of his tent and over to the mess tent. The large canvas covered space was thankfully empty and as he entered through the large wooden doors, the sleepy surgeon looked around at his surroundings and sighed.
It wasn't very often he had a moment to himself especially in a place like this so now that he had one Hawkeye intended to make the most of it. Sitting down at a near by table, Ben relaxed his body and mind while closing his eyes trying to imagine himself anywhere else but here.
As he did so, the mess tent disappeared and there was no Korea, no war and he was just a regular guy having coffee in a local diner.
Suddenly, Hawkeye heard the doors leading into the tent open and someone walked over to join him by the table.
Bj had seen Hawkeye walk out of the "swamp" and followed him here. Curious of his friend's well being the fellow swamp rat matched Hawkeye step for step and upon entering the mess tent, Bj held back to see what he would do.
Now that they were here sitting at the table, Bj was still watching Hawkeye with fascination but something told him he shouldn't be there.
"Care for a cup of coffee Beej?."
"How'd you know I was here?."
"Who else would follow me here in the middle of the night?."
"True, so why are you here?."
"I needed to get away."
As this conversation went on, Hawkeye's eyes remained closed and his demeanor shifted from its usual persona to laid back with edgy under tones.
"So you decided the mess tent would be the best place to do that?."
"We're not in the mess tent pal, we're in a local diner and we're not meat ball surgeons either…"
"Then what are we hawk?."
"We're two civilian doctors sharing a cup of coffee after a long day bringing life into the world rather then seeing it end."
At this comment, Bj nodded his head and got up from the table. This motion caused Hawkeye to finally open his eyes and shoot his friend a curious glare.
"Hey, where are you going?."
"I'm going to bed. Enjoy your fantasy hawk, I'll see you in the morning."
As Bj left the mess tent, Hawkeye nodded his head and looked down at the cup of disgusting black liquid held in his hand and sighed to himself.
"Fantasy…right."
(I've written Mash fan fiction before but this is first one I've posted to this site. Let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated. Wicket forever.)