Letters from Me Too You
A/N: Yo, just a new member here on Fanfiction. Please go easy on me; this is my first M.A.S.H fanfic. …..So please don't hate me.
But just a quick heads up, every chapter will be a different letter from either B.J or Trapper. They won't be long and this fics gonna be a mix of humor, friendship, and angst. Also letters will take place during actual episodes or in-between them. Hopefully you guys will like it and not kill me. And hopefully it's not gonna be super confusing. Sorry if it is and if you guys hate it : (
Rating: T-M (Blood, Alcoholism, Cursing, Gory Detail)
Please forgive any missed grammar or spelling.
Note: I do not own M.A.S.H
Well, hope you enjoy it, once again, sorry if you don't. D:
Letter # 1
John walked lazily to his mailbox that sit just at the end of his sidewalk. He would happily call his house perfect - not too big, but not too small. It had a big yard and a lovely garden. He opened the mailbox with a 'pop', pulled out a handful of mail and looked through it. However as he looked he was shocked to find a letter from Korea, addressed to him. For a moment he just looked at it, staring dumbly as if the letter were staring back. When it finally sunk in he dashed back into his house and to his private study. After shutting the door he tore the letter open carefully. However as he skimmed through the letter he noticed it wasn't from his dearest friend Hawkeye, but someone else. John knew it wasn't a mistake that he got this letter, it was addressed to him, but he didn't know who the writer was. Trapper cocked a brow and decided to read this letter from a stranger.
'Dear Trapper,
My name is B.J Hunnicutt, the surgeon that took your place after you were sent home.'
Trapper's brows drew together, what did B.J stand for? Shrugging it off he continued.
'I know this has to be more than a little odd, but I found an old letter tucked away at the corner of my cot and asked Hawk about it. He told me it was one of yours and it was one of the first letters you received while here at Korea. It's how I got your address and I couldn't help but write to the famed 'Trapper John' Hawkeye always talks about.'
Trapper gave a snort, 'A little odd'? But this guy knew Hawkeye obviously, so John read on, his heart giving a painful beat as he read the next sentence.
'I actually met Hawkeye as he was chasing after you, yelling- standing at the airfield that he only missed you by ten minutes. Hawk's told me all about you, always talking about the pranks the two of you constantly pulled. Especially the ones you pulled on Frank. He even said that you and he were the best pranksters at the 4077th. And Frank wow, what a guy hun? I really don't see how you lasted so long with his constant bickering. When Hawk and I first met, on the way back to the camp, he told me one of Frank's many nicknames, Ferret Face. And funny enough, the very first words I actually said to Frank (While drunk with Hawkeye, might I add) were "What say you, Ferret Face?" '
Trapper barked loudly in laughter, the image of a drunken Hawkeye and this B.J fellow who called Frank Ferret Face during their first meeting was too much. And he could only imagine what Frank's reaction was. John brushed away a tear and read on.
'And Hawk, I couldn't even imagine what this place would be like without him here; he really is the only person here that pulls me through each and every day of hell we have to endure. But oddly enough I end up babysitting him when he drinks himself to sleep or goes into a funk when he loses a patient. So….I guess it's a fair enough trade. I don't mind really, and I would call Hawkeye nothing but a big kid with a scalpel, but he's far too good a surgeon for that.'
Trappers face turned melancholy, so Hawk was still drinking himself senseless and still thought he could save the world, along with every life in it. In a strange way, John wished he were still there with Hawkeye, to keep an eye on him and make sure he stays slightly sane. He was interested in this B.J guy. He seemed fond of Hawk…seemed to have picked up the pieces that Trapper left behind. And possibly glued a cracking Hawkeye back together, for now anyway. Trapper read on, a content smile now on his face.
'I've also met Margret. Beautiful women, but I think Klinger has better legs for a dress.'
Trapper laughed hard, remembering Klinger and his choice of dress.
'And in case you were wondering, Hawk's doing well; just the other day he put almost an entire bottle of itching powder in Frank's clothes. Then a little while before that he and I stole a bit of Hot Lips makeup one night and Frank walked around half the morning looking like a clown. Scared the death out of one of the patients in post-op though.'
Trapper had to stop reading and put the letter down, doubling over in laughter that hurt his stomach and burned his lungs from lack of air. That was just like Hawkeye, never giving Frank any peace.
'But I'm still trying to pull his reins all the way in. It's a little harder than I thought, he just seems to drowned himself with guilt sometimes, as if taking the sins of everyone, enemy or comrade, patient or doctor, and placing them on his back. How'd you handle him when he got into that messy mind set?
Well, away I just wanted to send you a hello letter, I was curious about the famed John Trapper.
Best Wishes,
B.J
Trapper smiled while grabbing a pen and paper, he had a letter to send to Korea.
A/N: Don't hate me if it's bad! Please D:
