Disclaimer: I do not own anything from M*A*S*H (unfortunately), the only ones I do own are my original characters.

"Sidney, what is this MASH like?" I ask.

"Well this MASH is extremely unique." He replies, "They don't really abide by army regs. Although the commander is regular army their efficiency is the best because they aren't very GI. Their patients come first."

"Well at least I am going some where were the regulations wont get in my way."

"That's why I chose you to be assigned to this MASH." He replies, "The four o' seven seventh and the eight o' sixty third get the most casualties. So you will have a lot of work cut out for you."

"I think I can handle it." He smiles.

"I know you can Lea."

"Um…Sid I know that you really enjoy being at this MASH. You spend half of your time there. Why aren't you being assigned to it?"

"They need me back at the home front. I and several other doctors have been assigned to be there if there are patents that won't have a quick fix. So the other head doctors and I had to decide who would fit best where. I have known you the longest and know your style. You're one of the most dedicated doctors and you don't give up when you have a hard case. That's why I'm entrusting this MASH to you." I laugh when he says this.

"You sure have a lot of faith in me, Sid but I haven't been in Korea that long."

"Quit doubting Lea. I helped tutor you, remember? I would only trust this MASH in your hands. I also will also come and see how you are doing ever few weeks, so I can check on your progress. So don't worry." I take a deep breath to focus before I speak again.

"Alright can you tell me about the staff?" Just as I say this we see the hospital.

"I won't need to. You will find out soon enough."

We pull into the compound just as he says this. There are numerous amounts of tents. The mess hall is easily defined from the staffing quarters. There is also a solid building which can only be the hospital. There are a few people walking around. Sidney parks us next to the ward.

"Sherman Potter's office is in here. Follow me."

We are about to walk in when and elderly man with gray white hair and a short younger man with glasses walk briskly out of the hospital towards us.

"Colonel, the new doctor, Lt Colonel Davids should be here soon." Says the younger man.

"Good we need a new surgeon."

"Uh Colonel, I don't think the Colonel is a surgeon."

"Not a surgeon? What other type of doctor is there?" They say as they reach us.

"I am a doctor that is not a surgeon." Sidney says getting their attention.

"Sidney, it's good to see you." Potter says as he shakes his hand. "And who is this fine young lady you have with you?" This causes me to blush a little. I am not very attractive.

"I'm Lt Colonel Lea Davids." I say as I shake his hand.

"You are the new doctor? No offence Miss. Davids but we have more needs for a surgeon then we do a shrink."

"Sherman, it's a new thing the Pentagon has come up with." Sidney says. "By the time most of the casualties get to Seoul they are really far gone. They think that if there is a psychologist right when they wake up there will be less people going to Seoul. They want a faster recovery rate so they came up with this plan. We are also not just for the casualties. If one of you needs help she will be here."

"Well I can see where that is beneficial." Potter replies. "Well you will have to bunk with Major Houlihan. Radar," "Take her stuff to the tent." He and Radar says at the same time. This causes me to laugh. "I hate it when he does that." Potter mumbles to himself. "Well I should introduce you to the rest of the gang, follow me." He heads back in to his office. Sidney and I follow him. "Make your self comfortable. I have to go get the others."

I continue standing. I have no desire to sit down again, we had been riding is the jeep for several hours. After a few minuets I start to shift on my feet.

"Nervous?" Sidney asks.

"Slightly." I reply. "These are the people who I am going to be living with for who knows how long. You know how I am Sid; I rarely get close to any one."

"You'll be okay. These people are very supportive." That's when the other people enter the room. There are three people who I don't know. Colonel Potter inters with them. It seems that Radar is done putting my stuff in the tent because he is also there.

"Potter you didn't tell me that the new doctor was this lovely." The tall dark haired one says as he grabs my hand and attempts to kiss it. "I am Hawkeye Pierce." I quickly yank my hand away from him and back up a few steps to get some breathing room.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." I say dryly. I look sharply at Sidney with a look that clearly says "why the hell didn't you warn me about this?" This causes him to almost burst out laughing.

"Hawk, give her some breathing room." The other man says. He is also tall he has dark blond hair and a cheesy mustache. "I'm B. J. Hunnicutt."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Davids, this is Margaret Houlihan, the woman you will be bunking with." Potter points to the blond lady.

"Hello, Colonel." She says.

"There is one more surgeon but he is at the aid station." Potter says.

"Oh when does he get back?"

"Trust me Chuck not being here is a good thing." Hawkeye says. "He is one of the most pompous…"

"Pierce." Potter says warningly.

"I'm just warning her. She needs to know that he considers every one beneath him."

"He can't be that bad?" I ask.

"I have to agree with Hawk on this one." B. J. says. "He will treat you the same way."

"I will have to see for my self. Besides he can't be as bad as some one I met before and even he had his humble moments. Anyway I have a job to do. Sidney, when am I supposed to start?"

"I don't know. Do you have any casualties in post-op right now?" Sidney asks Potter.

"No not right now. Are you staying Sidney?" Potter says.

"Yes, I have to make sure Lea gets adjusted. I will also be stopping in a lot to check on her progress."

"Radar go fix up the VIP tent." Potter says only to find Radar had already left to do just that. "Well it looks like we have plenty of time. Davids if you want to some one can show you around the compound."

"I volunteer. It's customary that show every woman around." Hawkeye says.

"I think I'll pass." I reply. "But I do need to get changed out of this clothing. Could you show me where your tent is Margret?"

"Yes, follow me."

We leave to go into her tent. It is not very far away from the ward. Her tent is decorated in Japanese décor. There are a lot of reds and pinks decorations. Ug, I hate pink.

"I hope I'm not intruding on your personal space." I say.

"Oh you're not intruding. It will be nice to talk to some one intelligent."

"What do you mean?"

"Well when you associate with your nurses it makes things awkward when you have do be strict with them. Then there are the doctors and you just seen why it's hard to carry an intelligent conversation with them."

"Speaking of the doctors, is Pierce always like that?"

"Always. Ever since he got here he has been trying to seduce every nurse that has gone through this camp. I can count the number who hasn't fallen for his tricks on one hand."

"How long has he been here?"

"He is one out of three original members of this camp."

"Oh dear. That is a long time. Who are the other people?"

"Father Mulcahy and I are the other ones."

"Wow, you have been stuck here for a long time. I have only been in Korea for a few weeks. I was in Tokyo when Sidney called me up and said he needed my assistance. So I came over here."

"You knew Sidney before coming here? How?"

"Before the war started he was a tutor of mine when I was getting my degree. I was his intern for a long time. He taught me every thing he knows."

"So he naturally thought you would be good for the job?"

"Yes."

"I still don't understand what your purpose here is."

"Potter didn't tell you?" She shakes her head. "Well they decided that having a psychologist at the MASH's would prevent a lot of people from being permanently damaged. Also I am here to help with the faculty if they need me."

"That is actually a good idea. Thank you for explaining it to me. Anyway you probably want to get unpacked. The left side of the tent is yours. You can do anything you want with it. I'll be back in a little bit to show you around."

Then I am alone. I sigh and begin to unpack. I put my books, clothes, and various knickknacks away. I get out of my suit and into fatigues. My record player finds its self a new home on a stand and the records underneath it. Then I pull out my pictures. The one with my grandma finds a place on another stand next to my cot, and the picture with my best friends Samantha, Kelsy, and Josh get the place next to grandma. There is a picture of Sidney and me when I got my diploma. I place it on the desk with the others. I look at the last picture; it's of him and me. It has been five years since we went our separate ways. I really don't know why I brought this with me. Maybe because I always hoped he would come back but it was not to be. This picture finds its self back in my foot locker. I then put my instruments under my cot. There is no way I would be going any where with out them. My French horn, soprano sax, clarinet, and guitar are one of the few ways I can relax and be my self. I just hope Margret doesn't mind me playing. My cot soon finds itself covered in a quilt my grandmother and I made. I'm temped to put a curtain around my sleeping area (I'm a very private person) but I don't. There is no reason to divide my self from everyone just yet.

"Are you done?" I hear Margret say from behind me as she walks in. "Oh wow you have done a good job with it.

"Thanks. Hay Margret can I ask you a question?"

"Yes what is it?"

"I like to play instruments. I'm not the greatest but I'm not totally bad either. Is it alright if I play in the tent?"

"Why are you asking me? It's your tent to." She asks amused.

"Well I still feel like I'm intruding. Also I don't want to be an aggravation."

"You're not on both counts. What do you play?"

"Well I can almost play anything but I'm the best at French horn and soprano saxophone. I also have a clarinet and guitar with me."

"French horn? I have heard some one play that before, it was awful. What is it suppose to sound like?"

"I can show you." I get my horn out and sit on a chair. "I'm going to warm up first and then I'll play something." I start on my scales and then play a song I made up.