"Aah, yes Joe, booking for two, we have one room, double honeymoon suite,
like you want?" The receptionist at the hotel asked us.
"No, I want two single rooms here," BJ shook his head, and the receptionist struggled with his English.
"We have double honeymoon suite," he insisted, handing us the keys. BJ rolled his eyes, and explained using a few jerky Japanese words mingled with violent hand gestures, that we wanted single rooms, that we were both married (even if I wasn't) to other people and that we didn't want the honeymoon suite.
"Aah, I show you room, you will like I promise," We were firmly led up some stairs to the room.
"See, honeymoon suite," he showed us into the room and waved his hands around, switching to rapid-fire Jap as he enthusiastically gave us a sales pitch.
I rolled my eyes at BJ and knew it was hopeless; we'd have to take the room, double bed or no. We'd never get it through that we wanted another room, and finding another hotel in Tokyo that was free was pretty slim.
"Thankyou.arigato." I sat down on one of the low chairs and sighed. BJ joined me, he too knew that it was a losing battle.
"Well Annie, how about we go and have some fun? You don't look too worn out." BJ asked, and I nodded.
"Okay, I want to get out of my Class-A's though." BJ smiled, and headed for the door, as our room was all one thing with only a screen separating the bathroom from the rest of the room.
"Beej, wait, look we're both adults and I trust you, besides, you must want out of those god-awful fatigues." I called as he turned the knob.
"Anne, are you sure, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." BJ said as I rummaged for some comfortable clothes.
"Beej, I trust you completely. I'm no stranger to sharing rooms with people, or showers. Hawkeye Trapper and I used to shower together. We can just turn our backs okay?" I dragged out a dress.
"Okay Anne, but really, all you have to do is say the word and I'll be out of here." BJ opened his bags and we changed, politely averting our eyes.
"Let's go Anne, you're going to have a nice time, plenty of recuperation, and it's all my treat!" BJ took my elbow and led me down the stairs.
An hour or so later, I sat at a table in a bar, BJ was getting another drink. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around and stood up to see whom it was. I was expecting perhaps an old friend or patient, but I got a big surprise.
A man stood there, but his face was badly burnt, and without meaning to I screamed, I'd gotten a shock from the sudden appearance of this disfigured man. At my scream the man anxiously put his hand over my mouth.
"Amy," he hissed, "Don't scream, come here and talk where it's quieter." He tried to walk me to a less crowded part of the busy room, and I started struggling, but then BJ finally made his way through the crowd and was pulling me free.
"Get off her, this lady is out with me," He put an arm around my waist in what was meant to be a possessive gesture, but looked awkward. Two other men, Captains I could see had also come to my rescue and were holding the man by an arm each.
"Amy! Don't you recognize me?" He asked, and I looked at him now, a Sergeant, but that's all. I shook my head, looking at the half-burnt face for a familiar feature.
"Your face is so. so. you know, that I can't recognize you at all sorry. Let him go thanks Captains I've got my bodyguard here." The two men released the other man, and left the scene where BJ still kept one arm tightly around me in a protective and possessive fashion.
"Do you remember this?" He asked nervously, brushing the hair off his face and clearing his throat uncertainly.
"You got me, I got you. what more do we need?" He sang softly, his voice becoming more confident.
"Some lovers like candlelight and music, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other." BJ looked confused as the man sung a few more lines. The light suddenly dawned.
"That's my song! My song!" I gasped, before joining him in harmony.
"We don't need no fancy romance, coz all we have is love!" We finished, while BJ still looked stunned, while tears began to trickle out of my eyes.
"David? David Baxter?" I asked and he nodded I threw myself at him, letting his arms close over me in a warm hug.
"Sorry I gave you a fright before Amy dearest, now what are you doing here, and who's this man with you?" He studied my face intently, running a hand over it.
"Oh, David, this is Captain BJ Honnicut. Beej this is David Baxter, the boy next door. literally. We grew up together. That song. I wrote that. Dave and I performed it, in our Senior year." BJ and Dave shook hands.
"Well, Amy, you explained to BJ who I am, but why are you here, and who's he?" I laughed at Dave's curiosity, it was only natural that he wanted to know who I was out with, after all he'd been the closest to a boyfriend I'd had all through high school.
"I'm a nurse at a MASH unit, 4077th. A sniper shot me a while back and this is my recovery holiday. BJ is my doctor, and he's here to see that I stay healthy and out of trouble." BJ laughed at the thought of me causing trouble and added in an undertone that the odds of me in trouble were minimal.
"So who's the lucky guy then?" Dave lifted my left hand, admiring the solitaire diamond. I blushed and twisted my band nervously; I hadn't actually talked to or seen Hawkeye since I'd been shot.
"Another doctor at the unit, Hawkeye Pierce, I mean Benjamin, his father Daniel delivered me, the doctor in the Cove." I explained, as we found our table again.
"Oh, he's a lucky man," Dave smiled. And as I looked, I could see a familiar expression, more than half-hidden by scars.
"Are you going home?" Dave shrugged then.
"I'm here for two weeks, but I don't know if they reckon it's bad enough to home on. How long are you up for?" I explained that we would be leaving in two day's time.
We talked on and Dave arranged with BJ that he would take us out for lunch tomorrow. I was tired, the trip up had exhausted me and I wanted to go to bed. Slowly we parted ways and BJ and I returned to the hotel and another dilemma.
"BJ Honnicut, I'm not letting you put your back out on that floor." I told him, firmly as I sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, stretching gently.
"Annie, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor, you need as much rest as you can get!" BJ argued from over the sink where he was shaving.
"Now BJ listen, there is no law that I can think of that would qualify us sharing the bed as cheating." I replied, flopping back on the mat before continuing.
"You know about my beliefs, I know about yours, nothing will happen and this bed is big enough for us to not even touch." I rolled over and stretched some more.
"Annie. its just not right. it's bad enough that we have to share a room, what would Hawkeye and Peggy say if they knew?" BJ came and sat in a chair backwards.
"Hawkeye'd try and get Peggy to share a room, but BJ." I chuckled as BJ cut me off.
"Listen Lieutenant as a Captain I am ordering you to take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor!" I'd never heard BJ sound so firm, and I meekly subsided.
"Goodnight Anne," BJ called from his makeshift bed on the floor a little later.
"Goodnight," I replied and as I was dozing off, I heard his voice through the darkness.
"Say, Anne, this floor's uncomfortable, do you mind if I sleep in the bed after all?" BJ's voice was sheepish.
"Of course not," I shifted over as BJ got in. We shifted a little, trying to work out the blankets and in a few minutes we were settled and asleep.
The next day David showed up at the hotel, ready to take me for lunch. BJ was still asleep; he had stirred when I'd gotten up but was still asleep at 11, when David came to collect me.
"Beej, Beej," I shook his shoulder gently, and he stirred a little.
"Hmm, what Anne? Are you okay?" BJ sleepily rolled over to face me.
"David's here BJ, remember, we're going for lunch today?" BJ stretched and opened his eyes, sitting up tiredly.
"Oh, if you guys will wait twenty minutes or so, we can go then. By the way, how long was I asleep for?" BJ said, finding his robe.
"Almost 14 hours solid Beej, I've never seen anyone from the camp sleep so peacefully, I guess it was the lack of shelling and gunfire." I added, knowing that the shelling still kept me awake, after a year of living in Korea.
"Well, BJ if you want to get dressed, I can take Amy to the bar downstairs," David offered, still using the nickname he had called me in kindy.
"Thanks Dave, that'd be great, I'll be twenty minutes or so, Anne, half a second, can I just check out that scar?" BJ ran his fingers quickly over my bruised stomach, that still had the stitches in, checking for tenderness.
"That's great Anne, it's healing really quickly, you can probably have those stitches out when we get back." He told me, and I smiled, knowing that my full return to health would probably mean Hawkeye's as well.
"Thanks Beej, Dave and I will wait downstairs, okay?" I asked, BJ nodded and David and I left, leaving BJ to change and shower as he wanted.
We'd been out all day with David, literally, and now we sat in a restaurant, enjoying a late dinner.
"Would you like to come back to my hotel?" David offered, and I smiled, while BJ yawned.
"I'm dead on my feet, I couldn't really, but if you want to Anne, go ahead." BJ said.
"Well, I'd love to Dave, to catch up some more. BJ if that's okay with you?" BJ nodded as I looked inquisitively at him.
"I'll drop her off safe and sound, I'll make sure she's not home too late sir,"
"Okay Anne, I'll probably wait up for you, okay?" BJ said as we paid our bill, I protested, but he told me he'd feel better knowing that I was okay.
We left and BJ walked the two minutes back to our hotel, while Dave got a cab and we headed back to his room.
"Sake, Amy?" He asked, not waiting for an answer and pouring me a drink of the strong rice-wine and I took a sip.
"Do you remember our song? Can you still play it?" Dave asked, motioning to a small piano in the corner. I went to it and after pushing up the lid; I began to finger the keys, remembering briefly.
"You got me. I got you. what more do we need? Oh, some lovers like wine and starlight, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other. And you know that some lovers like candlelight and music, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other." We sang together, remembering those long- gone days.
"We don't need no fancy romance, all we got is love!" Dave mumbled two hours later, we had had a fair bit of sake, and we were both a little drunk. I giggled my agreement helplessly.
"Ain't that the truth Anne, we got each other?" Dave asked, smiling at me, I nodded as he poured more sake.
"Oh yeah. we got each other," I giggled drunkenly.
"What is BJ going to say when he sees you?" He asked, shaking a finger in mock-anger at me. I giggled some more and Dave put his arm around my shoulder.
"Do you know what Amy, I dreamed of this day a very long time," he said, stroking my face and before I could ask what he meant, he kissed me.
It was odd being kissed by a face that was badly scarred and had very little lips. But I returned the kiss to my old friend.
"Amy. do you know this is the first time we've ever kissed?" Dave asked, we had reached the point of drunkenness that allowed us to talk seriously, but feel no guilt.
I nodded, I'd never once shared a lip-to-lip with Dave in the years I'd been a friend to him. We'd had our share of lip-to-cheek kisses. We kissed again and kept kissing.
I realised I loved him then, that I always had but as he took my left hand, he felt my engagement ring and pulled back, shaking his head.
"No, Amy, I love you, but you're engaged and you've got someone else who already loves you very much." His words were slow and he was fighting with his emotions.
I was trying not to kiss him back, but it was hard. We'd discovered the part of our friendship I'd pulled away from 7 years before.
"Annie, let's go, we can just walk, but I think I should deliver you back to your hotel okay?" I nodded, stumbling around for my coat, falling over and giggling helplessly.
"Whoa, goodnight Amy," Dave walked me to my door.
"Goodnight Dave, I had a wonderful time." I giggled and fell through the door. Dave kissed me goodnight and left.
"Well, you seem in good spirits." BJ commented dryly as I collapsed on the bed laughing hysterically.
"I had a great time, I missed Dave so much, but it's good to be back." I concluded nonsensically. I sat up and fought BJ off as he checked my stitches.
"Not a tear Anne. That's wonderful to see." BJ said as I suddenly became serious, and sat up, taking his hand and pulling him to sit opposite me.
"Beej, you know the relationship that Trapper and I had, well I was wondering if I could have that sort of thing with you." BJ removed his hand quickly.
"Anne! You're engaged and I'm married!" He sounded shocked and I realised he'd only heard through gossip what Trapper and I had been like.
"No, there was a while when we were very close, physically I mean. But we were like brother and sister, I could confide in him about anything, any- anything." I added significantly. BJ looked a little confused.
"Well, I really need someone to talk to about. things, can you do that?" I asked BJ who finally answered me.
"Okay Anne, penny for your thoughts,"
It was 7am the next day and BJ and I had talked all night.
"Annie, you're just as hormonal and confused as the next 16 year old girl." BJ said.
"But you're a 26 year-old woman and you're engaged to Hawkeye. You're not a 16 year-old who can have flings with whoever she likes." BJ told me firmly.
"But, I really love Dave, I've loved him since forever, and I know him better." I was beginning to doubt my love for Hawkeye as I hadn't seen or talked to him in 2 weeks. Dave I had known since I was four and I was firmly convinced that I loved him.
"Anne, listen to me, who sat by your side for three days with that virus? Hawkeye, he was beside himself, and I'd say he's beside himself right now. He was so worried when I was operating on you." BJ tried to talk some sense into me.
"But Beej, who couldn't even help me when I was injured, who hasn't seen me since then? Hawkeye." I answered my own question and BJ looked stumped but continued.
"Maybe because he loves you so much he can't stand to see you in pain. And when that wound got infected, you obviously were. Tell me honestly Anne, would you have been able to help him if he'd got shot, I heard how you reacted on your first day." BJ said pointedly, he'd heard the story of me vomiting and being unable to walk.
"Beej, what about you, I heard you did the same thing." BJ nodded admittance.
"Okay, you got me there. Now listen, you're just as impulsive and confused as a teen, don't do anything rash, you love Hawk."
"Think I love Hawk, the way I got to know him is through kissing him, Dave I've had more heart-to-hearts with than years I've been alive for."
"Anne, listen, keep in touch with Dave by all means, but I think that we should go back today instead of tomorrow. You need to be reunited with someone." BJ said, sounding a little like Sid Freedman.
"Okay Beej, I want to go home, I can't believe I call it that, I want to see Hawkeye and see what's really happening." I said honestly, I had actually begun to miss the madhattery that went on back at the 4077th.
"We'll go after breakfast then Annie," BJ promised, and to my delight that's just what we did.
"No, I want two single rooms here," BJ shook his head, and the receptionist struggled with his English.
"We have double honeymoon suite," he insisted, handing us the keys. BJ rolled his eyes, and explained using a few jerky Japanese words mingled with violent hand gestures, that we wanted single rooms, that we were both married (even if I wasn't) to other people and that we didn't want the honeymoon suite.
"Aah, I show you room, you will like I promise," We were firmly led up some stairs to the room.
"See, honeymoon suite," he showed us into the room and waved his hands around, switching to rapid-fire Jap as he enthusiastically gave us a sales pitch.
I rolled my eyes at BJ and knew it was hopeless; we'd have to take the room, double bed or no. We'd never get it through that we wanted another room, and finding another hotel in Tokyo that was free was pretty slim.
"Thankyou.arigato." I sat down on one of the low chairs and sighed. BJ joined me, he too knew that it was a losing battle.
"Well Annie, how about we go and have some fun? You don't look too worn out." BJ asked, and I nodded.
"Okay, I want to get out of my Class-A's though." BJ smiled, and headed for the door, as our room was all one thing with only a screen separating the bathroom from the rest of the room.
"Beej, wait, look we're both adults and I trust you, besides, you must want out of those god-awful fatigues." I called as he turned the knob.
"Anne, are you sure, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." BJ said as I rummaged for some comfortable clothes.
"Beej, I trust you completely. I'm no stranger to sharing rooms with people, or showers. Hawkeye Trapper and I used to shower together. We can just turn our backs okay?" I dragged out a dress.
"Okay Anne, but really, all you have to do is say the word and I'll be out of here." BJ opened his bags and we changed, politely averting our eyes.
"Let's go Anne, you're going to have a nice time, plenty of recuperation, and it's all my treat!" BJ took my elbow and led me down the stairs.
An hour or so later, I sat at a table in a bar, BJ was getting another drink. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around and stood up to see whom it was. I was expecting perhaps an old friend or patient, but I got a big surprise.
A man stood there, but his face was badly burnt, and without meaning to I screamed, I'd gotten a shock from the sudden appearance of this disfigured man. At my scream the man anxiously put his hand over my mouth.
"Amy," he hissed, "Don't scream, come here and talk where it's quieter." He tried to walk me to a less crowded part of the busy room, and I started struggling, but then BJ finally made his way through the crowd and was pulling me free.
"Get off her, this lady is out with me," He put an arm around my waist in what was meant to be a possessive gesture, but looked awkward. Two other men, Captains I could see had also come to my rescue and were holding the man by an arm each.
"Amy! Don't you recognize me?" He asked, and I looked at him now, a Sergeant, but that's all. I shook my head, looking at the half-burnt face for a familiar feature.
"Your face is so. so. you know, that I can't recognize you at all sorry. Let him go thanks Captains I've got my bodyguard here." The two men released the other man, and left the scene where BJ still kept one arm tightly around me in a protective and possessive fashion.
"Do you remember this?" He asked nervously, brushing the hair off his face and clearing his throat uncertainly.
"You got me, I got you. what more do we need?" He sang softly, his voice becoming more confident.
"Some lovers like candlelight and music, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other." BJ looked confused as the man sung a few more lines. The light suddenly dawned.
"That's my song! My song!" I gasped, before joining him in harmony.
"We don't need no fancy romance, coz all we have is love!" We finished, while BJ still looked stunned, while tears began to trickle out of my eyes.
"David? David Baxter?" I asked and he nodded I threw myself at him, letting his arms close over me in a warm hug.
"Sorry I gave you a fright before Amy dearest, now what are you doing here, and who's this man with you?" He studied my face intently, running a hand over it.
"Oh, David, this is Captain BJ Honnicut. Beej this is David Baxter, the boy next door. literally. We grew up together. That song. I wrote that. Dave and I performed it, in our Senior year." BJ and Dave shook hands.
"Well, Amy, you explained to BJ who I am, but why are you here, and who's he?" I laughed at Dave's curiosity, it was only natural that he wanted to know who I was out with, after all he'd been the closest to a boyfriend I'd had all through high school.
"I'm a nurse at a MASH unit, 4077th. A sniper shot me a while back and this is my recovery holiday. BJ is my doctor, and he's here to see that I stay healthy and out of trouble." BJ laughed at the thought of me causing trouble and added in an undertone that the odds of me in trouble were minimal.
"So who's the lucky guy then?" Dave lifted my left hand, admiring the solitaire diamond. I blushed and twisted my band nervously; I hadn't actually talked to or seen Hawkeye since I'd been shot.
"Another doctor at the unit, Hawkeye Pierce, I mean Benjamin, his father Daniel delivered me, the doctor in the Cove." I explained, as we found our table again.
"Oh, he's a lucky man," Dave smiled. And as I looked, I could see a familiar expression, more than half-hidden by scars.
"Are you going home?" Dave shrugged then.
"I'm here for two weeks, but I don't know if they reckon it's bad enough to home on. How long are you up for?" I explained that we would be leaving in two day's time.
We talked on and Dave arranged with BJ that he would take us out for lunch tomorrow. I was tired, the trip up had exhausted me and I wanted to go to bed. Slowly we parted ways and BJ and I returned to the hotel and another dilemma.
"BJ Honnicut, I'm not letting you put your back out on that floor." I told him, firmly as I sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, stretching gently.
"Annie, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor, you need as much rest as you can get!" BJ argued from over the sink where he was shaving.
"Now BJ listen, there is no law that I can think of that would qualify us sharing the bed as cheating." I replied, flopping back on the mat before continuing.
"You know about my beliefs, I know about yours, nothing will happen and this bed is big enough for us to not even touch." I rolled over and stretched some more.
"Annie. its just not right. it's bad enough that we have to share a room, what would Hawkeye and Peggy say if they knew?" BJ came and sat in a chair backwards.
"Hawkeye'd try and get Peggy to share a room, but BJ." I chuckled as BJ cut me off.
"Listen Lieutenant as a Captain I am ordering you to take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor!" I'd never heard BJ sound so firm, and I meekly subsided.
"Goodnight Anne," BJ called from his makeshift bed on the floor a little later.
"Goodnight," I replied and as I was dozing off, I heard his voice through the darkness.
"Say, Anne, this floor's uncomfortable, do you mind if I sleep in the bed after all?" BJ's voice was sheepish.
"Of course not," I shifted over as BJ got in. We shifted a little, trying to work out the blankets and in a few minutes we were settled and asleep.
The next day David showed up at the hotel, ready to take me for lunch. BJ was still asleep; he had stirred when I'd gotten up but was still asleep at 11, when David came to collect me.
"Beej, Beej," I shook his shoulder gently, and he stirred a little.
"Hmm, what Anne? Are you okay?" BJ sleepily rolled over to face me.
"David's here BJ, remember, we're going for lunch today?" BJ stretched and opened his eyes, sitting up tiredly.
"Oh, if you guys will wait twenty minutes or so, we can go then. By the way, how long was I asleep for?" BJ said, finding his robe.
"Almost 14 hours solid Beej, I've never seen anyone from the camp sleep so peacefully, I guess it was the lack of shelling and gunfire." I added, knowing that the shelling still kept me awake, after a year of living in Korea.
"Well, BJ if you want to get dressed, I can take Amy to the bar downstairs," David offered, still using the nickname he had called me in kindy.
"Thanks Dave, that'd be great, I'll be twenty minutes or so, Anne, half a second, can I just check out that scar?" BJ ran his fingers quickly over my bruised stomach, that still had the stitches in, checking for tenderness.
"That's great Anne, it's healing really quickly, you can probably have those stitches out when we get back." He told me, and I smiled, knowing that my full return to health would probably mean Hawkeye's as well.
"Thanks Beej, Dave and I will wait downstairs, okay?" I asked, BJ nodded and David and I left, leaving BJ to change and shower as he wanted.
We'd been out all day with David, literally, and now we sat in a restaurant, enjoying a late dinner.
"Would you like to come back to my hotel?" David offered, and I smiled, while BJ yawned.
"I'm dead on my feet, I couldn't really, but if you want to Anne, go ahead." BJ said.
"Well, I'd love to Dave, to catch up some more. BJ if that's okay with you?" BJ nodded as I looked inquisitively at him.
"I'll drop her off safe and sound, I'll make sure she's not home too late sir,"
"Okay Anne, I'll probably wait up for you, okay?" BJ said as we paid our bill, I protested, but he told me he'd feel better knowing that I was okay.
We left and BJ walked the two minutes back to our hotel, while Dave got a cab and we headed back to his room.
"Sake, Amy?" He asked, not waiting for an answer and pouring me a drink of the strong rice-wine and I took a sip.
"Do you remember our song? Can you still play it?" Dave asked, motioning to a small piano in the corner. I went to it and after pushing up the lid; I began to finger the keys, remembering briefly.
"You got me. I got you. what more do we need? Oh, some lovers like wine and starlight, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other. And you know that some lovers like candlelight and music, but it don't do naught for us, we just got each other." We sang together, remembering those long- gone days.
"We don't need no fancy romance, all we got is love!" Dave mumbled two hours later, we had had a fair bit of sake, and we were both a little drunk. I giggled my agreement helplessly.
"Ain't that the truth Anne, we got each other?" Dave asked, smiling at me, I nodded as he poured more sake.
"Oh yeah. we got each other," I giggled drunkenly.
"What is BJ going to say when he sees you?" He asked, shaking a finger in mock-anger at me. I giggled some more and Dave put his arm around my shoulder.
"Do you know what Amy, I dreamed of this day a very long time," he said, stroking my face and before I could ask what he meant, he kissed me.
It was odd being kissed by a face that was badly scarred and had very little lips. But I returned the kiss to my old friend.
"Amy. do you know this is the first time we've ever kissed?" Dave asked, we had reached the point of drunkenness that allowed us to talk seriously, but feel no guilt.
I nodded, I'd never once shared a lip-to-lip with Dave in the years I'd been a friend to him. We'd had our share of lip-to-cheek kisses. We kissed again and kept kissing.
I realised I loved him then, that I always had but as he took my left hand, he felt my engagement ring and pulled back, shaking his head.
"No, Amy, I love you, but you're engaged and you've got someone else who already loves you very much." His words were slow and he was fighting with his emotions.
I was trying not to kiss him back, but it was hard. We'd discovered the part of our friendship I'd pulled away from 7 years before.
"Annie, let's go, we can just walk, but I think I should deliver you back to your hotel okay?" I nodded, stumbling around for my coat, falling over and giggling helplessly.
"Whoa, goodnight Amy," Dave walked me to my door.
"Goodnight Dave, I had a wonderful time." I giggled and fell through the door. Dave kissed me goodnight and left.
"Well, you seem in good spirits." BJ commented dryly as I collapsed on the bed laughing hysterically.
"I had a great time, I missed Dave so much, but it's good to be back." I concluded nonsensically. I sat up and fought BJ off as he checked my stitches.
"Not a tear Anne. That's wonderful to see." BJ said as I suddenly became serious, and sat up, taking his hand and pulling him to sit opposite me.
"Beej, you know the relationship that Trapper and I had, well I was wondering if I could have that sort of thing with you." BJ removed his hand quickly.
"Anne! You're engaged and I'm married!" He sounded shocked and I realised he'd only heard through gossip what Trapper and I had been like.
"No, there was a while when we were very close, physically I mean. But we were like brother and sister, I could confide in him about anything, any- anything." I added significantly. BJ looked a little confused.
"Well, I really need someone to talk to about. things, can you do that?" I asked BJ who finally answered me.
"Okay Anne, penny for your thoughts,"
It was 7am the next day and BJ and I had talked all night.
"Annie, you're just as hormonal and confused as the next 16 year old girl." BJ said.
"But you're a 26 year-old woman and you're engaged to Hawkeye. You're not a 16 year-old who can have flings with whoever she likes." BJ told me firmly.
"But, I really love Dave, I've loved him since forever, and I know him better." I was beginning to doubt my love for Hawkeye as I hadn't seen or talked to him in 2 weeks. Dave I had known since I was four and I was firmly convinced that I loved him.
"Anne, listen to me, who sat by your side for three days with that virus? Hawkeye, he was beside himself, and I'd say he's beside himself right now. He was so worried when I was operating on you." BJ tried to talk some sense into me.
"But Beej, who couldn't even help me when I was injured, who hasn't seen me since then? Hawkeye." I answered my own question and BJ looked stumped but continued.
"Maybe because he loves you so much he can't stand to see you in pain. And when that wound got infected, you obviously were. Tell me honestly Anne, would you have been able to help him if he'd got shot, I heard how you reacted on your first day." BJ said pointedly, he'd heard the story of me vomiting and being unable to walk.
"Beej, what about you, I heard you did the same thing." BJ nodded admittance.
"Okay, you got me there. Now listen, you're just as impulsive and confused as a teen, don't do anything rash, you love Hawk."
"Think I love Hawk, the way I got to know him is through kissing him, Dave I've had more heart-to-hearts with than years I've been alive for."
"Anne, listen, keep in touch with Dave by all means, but I think that we should go back today instead of tomorrow. You need to be reunited with someone." BJ said, sounding a little like Sid Freedman.
"Okay Beej, I want to go home, I can't believe I call it that, I want to see Hawkeye and see what's really happening." I said honestly, I had actually begun to miss the madhattery that went on back at the 4077th.
"We'll go after breakfast then Annie," BJ promised, and to my delight that's just what we did.