I do not own FMA, MASH, or their characters. This is AU and set during the Korean War.

Rest and Recovery

Hawkeye let out a sigh as he sewed the last stitches. It hadn't been a difficult surgery, but it had taken longer than he'd expected. Whoever had originally patched up the lieutenant to start with had done a good job. There had been some minor internal bleeding, but it had been easily taken care of, just time consuming. It was a good thing that he had never liked this shirt though. He doubted the blood stains would come out of the ugly Hawaiian print.

"I think we're done here, Beej, Margaret. Let's get her to post-op."

Margaret nodded. "I'll stay with her."

"Good. I need to let her CO know how things went."

He found the man slumped against the wall outside the OR. He struggled to his feet as Hawkeye approached.

"Your lieutenant is fine," Hawkeye held up a hand to forestall any questions. "Whoever patched her up the first time did a good job. There was some minor internal bleeding, but that's been taken care of. She'll need a couple of months to fully recover though."

Mustang let out a sigh. "Can I see her?"

"She won't be awake for a few more hours. Margaret's going to stay with her until then." Hawkeye smiled. "Besides, I'm sure she would prefer not to have her commanding officer looking like he needs to be in a hospital bed as well. You look like you could use a good meal and some rest. We can offer the second if not the first. There's even a shower."

He got a halfhearted smile and a sigh.

"Let me find my guys first. They'll want to know how Hawkeye is."

"They've probably found the mess tent."

As the two men crossed the compound, Hawkeye found himself asking the question that been bothering him from the start.

"So how did you end up with a woman in your outfit? Not that I mind, but it seems unfair to the rest of the guys."

Mustang shrugged. "Our country has always allowed women in the military. Not many actually choose to serve, but they are allowed to."

"Where are you from?"

"Amestris." The man grinned at his blank look. "You've never heard of us, I know. We're a little landlocked country in Europe."

They slipped inside the mess tent. The two men who had accompanied Mustang were dubiously poking at the food on their trays.

"It doesn't get any better if you keep poking it. We're pretty sure it's dead, but you never know."

Both men looked up. The blond who had originally fetched him spoke. "How's Hawkeye, sir?"

Mustang smiled. "Hawkeye will be fine according to Dr. Pierce here. In fact, with any luck, Hawkeye's injury will get us all sent home to recuperate since everyone knows we're useless with our lieutenant."

The other dark haired man grinned. "Perfect! Just in time for my Elysia's birthday. Isn't she cute?"

A picture of an adorable toddler was thrust in his face. Mustang just sighed.

"Hughes, do you have to shove pictures of your daughter in everyone's face? We know she's cute. We believe you given you repeated at least twenty times a day."

"But the world must know of the extreme cuteness of Elysia!"

"Ignore him. He's crazy." The other man offered his hand. "Jean Havoc. Thanks for taking care of Hawkeye for us."

"No problem." Hawkeye slid onto the bench next to the man. "What happened to you all anyway?"

"Bad intelligence." Hughes had tucked away his daughter's photo. "We walked right into an ambush. Hawkeye caught it before the rest of us. We probably wouldn't have all made it out if she hadn't spotted their sniper."

"It wouldn't be the first time Hawkeye saved us," Mustang sighed. "The sniper was aiming for me."

"And we all know you would have done the same thing for Hawkeye if you had spotted a threat to her." Hughes sighed. "Hawkeye hates it when you blame yourself for things you can't change. If she were here, she'd probably threaten to shoot you. We all know she can take care of herself."

"I know, Maes." It was Mustang's turn to sigh. "But it's Hawkeye."

Satisfied that Mustang was in good hands and wasn't going to fret himself into the OR, Hawkeye left the trio to eat and sought his own bed. With the way things were going so far, he was going to need all the sleep he could get.

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