I do not (and probably never will) own MASH or any character from the T.V. show, Movie, or books. I do however own Joan Dorothy McRae. Now that that's over on with the story.
Radar slammed on the brakes of the jeep and jumped out hurling himself at Trapper; the largest smile ever seen was set upon his face. "Trapper, you dog, you! I can't believe it! What are you doing here?" He took off his hat in delight then whacked Trapper with it.
"Hey, Hey! Radar! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" He punched him playfully on the shoulder. Trapper gave him a hug and then turned to BJ. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier." He smiled apologetically. "I wanted Hawkeye to know first, I didn't count on Radar coming up to the pad to get us."
"That's alright." BJ smiled and the added quickly, "We had better get down there, this is going to be a big day for Hawkeye."
Joan and Trapper walked out of Colonel Potter's office half an hour later followed excitedly by Radar. "Boy it's just great having you back Captain McIntyre. It takes me back to the old days, with Colonel Blake…" He trailed off and then sighed. It was still painful to think about.
"Well, I'm glad I'm back." Trapper said after a few seconds of a rather uncomfortable silence. "Oh yes, Radar will you show Miss McRae to Major Houlihan's tent. I'm going to wait for Hawkeye back in the Swamp, I think I'll make some martinis."
BJ walked into the scrub room an hour later where Hawkeye was wearily taking off his scrubs. "You will not believe the amazing batch of martinis that are waiting back at the Swamp for you."
Hawkeye lifted a heavy eye towards BJ. "The only thing I want to see is the inside of my eyelids, not a martini."
BJ smiled slightly. "Well you never know, you might feel like one after you get back there." He lifted up Hawkeye by the arm and they walked back towards the Swamp.
Joan came out of Margaret's tent feeling slightly like she was in over her head. The Major made it sound as if there was no fun to be had. She had forgotten about Hawkeye though; that is to say until she ran smack into him.
"Oh I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was…Hawkeye Pierce!" She threw her arms around him and jumped on him.
"Joan!" He swung her around in his arms with a sudden burst of energy. He kissed her on the cheek and then grabbed her hand and dragged her along with him back to the Swamp.
"Joan, you wonderful thing you, I can't believe you're really here!" She held one hand onto her hat as Hawkeye spun her around.
"I'm not the only one who came today." She said with a laugh. She blocked the door to the Swamp and then said. "Wait here, I have something in there I want to give you, you can't see it yet." She ran through the door and threw her hat on the bed and grabbed the two martinis from the table. She walked back outside and handed him one.
"Here's to connecting with old friends." Hawkeye said as he took a sip. He pulled the glass away from his lips and looked at it quizzically. "I haven't had a martini that tasted like this since Trapper left. I wonder how BJ did it."
He smiled slightly and then said. "Can we go in now I want to you to see where I live." He opened the door and Joan walked in. She turned around and blocked the door.
"Oh Hawkeye," Joan said winking at Trapper who Hawkeye hadn't seen yet, as Hawkeye was outside the door. "I want you to meet the new surgeon. Give me that glass."
She moved out of the way and there stood, "Trapper John Xavier McIntyre, at your service."
"Trapper? Trapper? Trapper! You loon! What are you doing back here?" He tackled him to the ground, sending several Sun Bather's Annual magazines in odd directions.
"I wasn't finished reading that story the sun burnt fool in your nudist magazine." He grinned and stood up. "Besides, I told you I was coming."
"What?" Hawkeye picked up a bundle of letters from the table by his bunk. "You didn't I read everyone of these."
"I did so! I told you after my wife divorced me I was going to go back to be with my family." He smirked devilishly.
"Well then, Brother John." He took the martini glass he had handed to Joan and said, "Welcome home."
"Attention everybody! We got wounded coming in. First shift to surgery." Hawkeye looked out the door and glared at the loudspeaker that had just delivered the news.
"So much for our welcome home party, we'll have to have it later." Trapper said putting down his martini.
"Damn. Alright, I'll go to the scrub room and trade with Charles, I want to work with you today."
"Attention! Looks like there are more wounded coming both shifts to surgery."
"I don't need to now. Joan come with me." Hawkeye pulled her out into the compound. "Don't let Hot Lips scare you, she acts tough but she's really a softy."
Hawkeye led her over to triage, "You know how this works? Hot Lips has you all doing triage and someone come by to make sure you're right in a few seconds, critical conditions first, superficial last, you got that?" She nodded.
Charles came by right then, "Pierce, you need to get in there. I'm in charge of triage today."
"Right, Joan, this is Charles." Hawkeye gave a half smile and ran into the scrub room.