Title: Little White Lies
Author: Robin Gills
Pairing: Hawkeye/BJ
Disclaimer: These hot boys aren't mine, I'm not making any money off this.
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Spoilers: None
Word Count: 410
Beta: Un-betaed, feel free to contact if you want your name here
Summary: A little white lies.
"I'm sorry, General Cooper, both of our top surgeons are indisposed." Radar said hesitantly to the higher ranking officer.
"How the devil are they indisposed? I just talked to them yesterday afternoon! I flew in for one simple thing and now you're saying I have to wait! I have an army to command Corporal!" The much larger man yelled down his prominent nose at the shorter man.
"I'm sorry, general, sir" Radar said standing his ground in between the General and the Doctors' tent. "They sustained their injuries only last night. Colonel Pierce has a severely bruised tailbone and a bruised shoulder and Colonel Hunnicut has a badly sprained ankle."
"How did they receive these injuries? The front miles away yet." the General asked the displeasure evident in his voice but he seemed to be calming down.
"It seems, sir, the new latrine wasn't set up properly, sir. Dr. Pierce's stall wasn't stable and it collapsed. He fell in with it. Hunnicut's injury was from a gopher hole just outside the latrine as he attempted to aid Colonel Pierce." Radar explained.
"Well, you must have those men who built that faulty latrine punished. I shall come back in two days, those doctors had better be in better shape by then." the General said in a much calmer tone as they both began to walk away to the Generals' jeep.
"Yes, sir" Radar said following.
Harwkeye Pierce turned his head form the discussion as if walked away to look at the other man across the room with his ankle propped up. "If only that little lie was how it really happened." Hawkeye said with a smile and laughter in his eyes.
"Next time Frank is gone we're putting our beds together, because one cot isn't big enough for both of us." BJ answered with a frown. He wasn't exactly happy with their predicament.
Hawkeye laughed at his tent mates' displeasure. "And our activities." BJ had come out on wrong end compared to Hawkeye. You would think that if the bed you were spread out on in the act of promiscuous actives, that you would be the one to sustain the worst injury. But as it happened BJ's moment of passion came at the a critical time when the cot fell apart and he was understandably less then attentive as the bed waked him off balance.
He could hear BJ grumbling across the tent and he lifted his martin in silent salute.