This is a Hawkeye/Radar/BJ slash. Who says I'm not original? Anyway there is more to come as soon as I get the chance to write more. If you have any good ideas for what can happen in this story I'd love to hear them. I know this is slightly out of character, but... it's entertaining. G.N.

Disclaimer: Not... mine? What? Fine... whatever.

"Hiya Radar!"

"Hey Radar!"

Captains Pierce and Hunnicutt were both laughing hysterically when Radar strolled into the Swamp. When they saw the corporal appear in their doorway they had tried to muffle their laughter but that only made it more obvious that they had been joking about him just moments before he entered.

"What's up Radar?" Hawkeye asked as he spread out on his cot and finally controlled himself.

"Oh nothing," Radar said in that voice that said that something was up and he just didn't want to say it.

"C'mon," BJ said as he too stopped laughing. Now there was just a brilliant smile on his face. "You just stopped by to say hi?"

"Uh no," Radar said as he looked at the ground.

"Radar what's the matter?" Hawkeye asked as he lazily tried to get up from the bunk. "You can tell us anything. You forget that we are doctors. That means we literally know you inside out."

"It's real personal. That's all," Radar whimpered.

"Do you want us to guess?" BJ asked as his smile started to fade.

"No, no. I'm just having some trouble with..." Radar paused. "Girls."

"Girls are very intricate things, dear boy. I'm afraid you will have to be more specific," Hawkeye said with a smirk.

"I've never... you know," Radar mumbled.

"Yeah, we know that you've never you knowed," BJ replied.

"There's nothing wrong with that Radar," Hawkeye reassured.

"Well maybe it's because I don't like girls."

Hawkeye grabbed onto the stem of his martini glass and held on for dear life. He looked over at BJ, who was about as surprised as he was. BJ stared back at him as if to say, I think this is your department, Hawk.

"This is definitely my department," Hawkeye whispered. He cleared his throat. "Why do you think you don't like girls?"

"Because I just don't get excited around them," Radar muttered.

"And you do around guys?" BJ asked. He knew the obvious answer. He just wanted to hear it aloud from the corporal to make sure that he wasn't imagining anything. This was a huge surprise to him. But as he stared over at Hawkeye he saw in his eyes that maybe he had been expecting this all along.

"Yes." Radar paused. "I think. I'm not sure yet. That's why I wanted to talk to you guys about it."

The two captains stared at each other. "Hawkeye," BJ sighed. "Are you going to tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Radar asked curiously.

"Hold on, Radar. I don't know yet. I'm just not sure about any of this," Hawkeye gasped as he felt all of the air escape him. Did he really want to give up his biggest secret to Radar O'Reilly, the boy who loved him more than anything and looked up to him? It could crush him. Or it could help him.

"Whatever it is I wanna know," Radar whimpered.

Hawkeye took a deep breath. "Okay."

BJ stared at his tent mate. "Are you sure Hawkeye?"

"Yeah. You already know anyway. What's one more?"

"Radar," Hawkeye said in a very quiet voice as he stared straight into the corporal's eyes. "I'm bisexual."

Radar's eyes widened as he listened. "Really?"

"Yeah really! You think I would just say that for laughs?" Hawkeye barked.

"No."

"Sorry," Hawkeye said.

BJ got up from his cot and started to leave the Swamp. "You don't have to go, BJ," Hawkeye said.

"You need to help Radar. It'll be better if I'm not here." Truthfully he was embarrassed. He knew that the subject of him was going to come up and he knew that his secret would be revealed. He wouldn't be able to breathe if the words slipped out of someone else's mouth besides his own. Maybe he should just stay and tell Radar himself. No. He wouldn't. His body was already out the door by the time his brain changed its mind.

There was silence in the tent after BJ left. It wasn't an awkward silence but it definitely wasn't the most comfortable one either. Radar eventually broke it.

"Since when?"

"Since I was about 20." He paused as he looked down at the floor and then back up at Radar again. "I'm not gay Radar. I'm bisexual. I like girls too."

"I know."

"Okay."

"Do you think I'm bisexual then?" Radar asked.

"Wow you really get to the point quickly," Hawkeye sighed. "I don't know Radar. That's for you to find out."

"How am I supposed to know?" Radar cried.

"I just knew. For you it might be harder."

"You know I look up to you and everything," Radar said quietly. "I want it to be you that helps me find out."

Hawkeye's eyes grew incredibly wide. He jumped up from his cot and threw his martini glass onto the table. "Damn I hate this war! They throw you over here before you even have time to figure out who you are."

Radar stared at the older man. "Are you gonna help me or not Hawkeye? I need to know!"

"I don't know if I could Radar," Hawkeye whispered as he sat back down. "What you're asking is not only inventive but extremely unordinary. This is the first request for sex that I've ever gotten from an 18-year-old corporal from Iowa."

Radar was distressed. "Why couldn't you?"

"Because," Hawkeye cried loudly. "Everything is different afterwards. Like with BJ..."