Title: Confessions of a Heart Felt Manner
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Summary: Radar has something to confess to our boys.
Challenge: Response to Lisa's ABC Challenge and her 10-minute challenge using the line "" insert name ... I have a confession to make.""

"Sirs," Radar said as he opened up the door, "can I come in?"

"Seems to me you're already in, Radar," BJ jokingly said from the other side of the Swamp.

"This is serious," Radar said, nearly snapping at the two men who were his friends. He paused when he reached the still. "Sirs," he said pausing, not quite sure how to continue, "I have a confession to make."

"What, you've been reading people's mail again?" Hawkeye quipped from somewhere underneath the pile of blankets.

Radar scowled at the pile of blankets and paused again for a moment. He took a deep breath before continuing. "The other night," he paused again, not quite sure how to continue.

"The other night what, Radar," BJ said, looking up from the paper he was reading, giving the younger man his full attention. Radar sighed and decided to tell them what he come here to tell them. Taking another breath, he continued. "TheothernightIsawyouguystogetherinthesupplyroom." When he was finished, he looked down at the floor, flushing as the images that he had seen whirled around in his mind.

"What was that Radar, care to repeat it?" Hawkeye asked, finally emerging from the pile of blankets. The young man's blush deepened as he was forced to repeat what he had said. "The other night I saw you two sirs together, in the supply room." After he had repeated it for a second time, he refused to look at either of the two men, his eyes darting everywhere else.

"So?" BJ said, trying to feign indifference. "We were probably counting supplies."

"I don't think so, sir," he lowered his voice so there was no chance of others overhearing. "Not with you two sirs kissing and being all over each other." The two older men looked at each other with identical expressions of dread. Radar caught the looks and tried to give them a look of reassurance.

"Don't you sirs worry, I won't tell anybody, but you might not want to do that stuff in the supply room on Wednesday anymore." With that, the young Company Clerk turned around and left the Swamp, leaving the two older men with their thoughts.