The bell above the door to Charlotte's bakery jingled as it was open. Kim, who was sitting on one of the high stools at the counter, flour on his nose, eating a muffin, turned and launched himself at the legs of the entrant.
"UNCLE TRAPPER!" He shrilled in delight.
Charlotte stepped out of the Kitchen in the back, brushing the flour off her hands.
"Hey Kid." Trapper said affectionately as he ruffled the little boy's black hair. He looked up to see Charlotte gazing quizzically at him. She looked adorable, her dark brown hair pulled back into two braids and a streak of flour matching her nephew's spread across her cheek.
He smiled at her. "Hi."
"Hi." She responded uncertainly.
Kim still clinging to his leg, John crossed to the glass case, the loaded leg dragging. "Mmmm, these muffins look good. Could I get a couple of them? I'm thinking of starting to eat breakfast again."
"You stopped?" She smiled
He shrugged. "Breakfast in the army consisted of homemade martinis and my wife's not around to burn me some toast and eggs anymore." He said as Charlotte reached into the deep case and retrieved two of the large muffins.
She placed them in a paper bag and handed tem to him over the counter. "Would you like some coffee too?"
He gave his thousand dollar grin. "Great! My secretary's tastes like the stuff from the mess tent."
Charlotte laughed. "That good, huh?"
"Yeah, I don't even remember why I hired her. Her coffee is crap, she can't file and I type faster then she does." Well, he had hired her before the war because she was pretty and a flirt, but . . .
"Well, there you go." She said, placing a lid on the steaming cup of java. "That will be $2.50."

John dropped the bag of baked goodies onto his desk and took a sip of coffee as he sat down and picked up the disordered stack of files of the day. He quickly skimmed the first two files, while biting into a muffin, unable to concentrate. He dropped the files back onto the desk and reached for the phone.
"Hello, Charlotte's Bakery."
"So, what are you doing for lunch?"
"John? Sorry, I can't. I promised Kim a picnic on the commons."
"Oh." He didn't try to hide his disappointment. In fact, he milked it.
"I'd invite you along but . . ."
He didn't let her finish. "I'd love to."
"Oh, well, if you want . . . I'm just making sandwiches . . ." She faltered.
"Sounds great. What time?" He asked eagerly.
"Just stop by at your lunch."

Three hours later Trapper was helping Charlotte spread an old table cloth on the lush grass of the Boston Commons as Kim went chasing butterflies. "Kamsamida." She said as he set down the basket. "That means 'Thank you' right?" She smiled and nodded. "Yep." She poured him a cup of Iced Tea and handed it to him. "Kamsamida." He took the tea and sipped it, lounging next to Charlotte, watching Kim run and play. "You didn't mind me coming along on the picnic did you?"
She looked shocked. "No! Not at all. I just thought, that well, you might not want to." She bit her lip nervously. He smiled. "Yeah, I haven't been to the commons since before the war. The girls and I used to come here every Saturday." "I have a question if you don't mind." Charlotte said. After he assured her to go ahead, she continued. "Kim calls you 'Uncle Trapper' why?" Trapper scratched his head. He didn't want to tell her that Kim was the little boy he had wanted to adopt - he was sure of that now - because he was afraid she would think that was why he kept on calling her. He hesitated in responding. "Kim was the little boy in Korea, wasn't he?" "I think so." She nodded. "I mean, it seems impossible, but, it fits. Sister Theresa's was were I found him. She had told me he had recently been through a MASH unit for a shrapnel injury, and well, it would be impossible for it to not be him." She babbled, then just sort of shrugged. He sighed. "Kim's not the only reason why I keep calling you though." He confessed. "I really like you. Even if Kim wasn't the same little boy, I'd still, be interested." She smiled demurely. "I'm glad. I'm starting to really like you too." Soon, Kim was hungry and joined his aunt and 'uncle'. They enjoyed themselves greatly that day, and as the cleaned up after they had finished eating, John secure Charlotte's continued company.

A/N; Yeah, I know, a bit fluffier then the previous 2, but hey, this has to go some where! Do not fear! More is yet to come! I've also realized that I didn't put a disclaimer on the first page, so, I'll just do it here. Quite obviously, Trapper and Kim and all references to MASH aren't mine. Should be considering FOX's misuse of them, but oh well, that's a different subject altogether . . . Anyway! Thanks for all the grand reviews! OH, yeah, and my knowledge of the Korean language is really pretty much non- existant, so everything that's quote - Korean- unquote in here, I learned from MASH! So, sorry if I'm like totally wrong!