(A/N: Hello again, everybody... I seem to be having a SERIOUS writing block with my other story, Henry, so this is a new project I've begun...)
California
"California here I come, right back where I started from..."
BJ mumbled halfheartedly. The guy beside him looked at him strangely, but then turned away, probably to stare at some gorgeous woman further down the aisle.
That's exactly what Hawkeye would have done.
He sighed and sank down into his seat, staring out the window as the city of Kimpo, and then all of Korea disappeared beneath him. It was just a feeling, but a very strong feeling, that BJ felt in his chest when he knew they were out over the ocean.
Hadn't Henry Blake, the first CO of the 4077th died when his plane crashed into the ocean?
Don't think about death. You've escaped death, stupid, think about Peg! And Erin! Think about what their faces will look like when you get home! The smiling face of a beautiful blonde-haired woman came into his mind, and she was holding a cute little girl in her arms. The child waved and yelled out "Daddy!" His eyes closed, BJ smiled to himself. Inside his head, though, he heard the inevitable whistling explosion of shells, and watched the two figures duck. In his mind he was running over to them. He bent down and rolled Peg over, only to find that she was dead, covered in blood and gashes with half of her face missing.
And Erin had never stood a chance.
The darling little two year old rolled limply from her mother's arms and landed on the bloodied ground. BJ knelt and sobbed, releasing a series of sounds like a wounded animal...
"AGH!"
The former Captain woke up and jolted forward.
"Hey pal, how long have I been sleeping?" He asked, rubbing his eyes while trying to get his breath and heart rates to go back to normal. "Bout an hour. Musta been some horrible dream you was havin'. Everythin' alright?"
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."
"You dressed in greens. Army man?"
"Heh... not anymore. Until a day ago I was a Captain in the US Army, stationed at a M*A*S*H Unit near Pusan. Now I'm a Mill Valley doctor, and damn proud of it. More than I'd ever been before I got drafted."
BJ couldn't help but look around as the large man in the seat next to him started rambling about something. Every person with black hair caught his eye. Every loud, obnoxious laugh made his head flick to the side ever-so-slightly. Somebody cried "Bullseye! Haha!" BJ hoped he had misheard it as "Hawk-eye!" or "Bull-cookies!" but no such luck. A man with a thick Bostonian accent droned on in the back, but it was most certainly not Charles. The man was skinny and actually had hair, with thick glasses.
"Yeah, I been in the Marines nearly three years now. Good ta be goin' home, eh?"
"Mmhmm... good to be going home..."
(A/N: Yay? Nay? More? Quit? Review!)