Title: 4077 - 40 years on. (working title)
Disclaimer: okay, none of the characters from M.A.S.H are mine, nor are the
events that happened before 1953. All the events that happened after the
war ended, and characters born after as well, are mine! Hip hip hooray for
me! (Or not.)
A/N: this is my first fic and I need feedback to make it less awful, so please review! Also, it gets a lot more interesting after this, I swear. (Makes a cross over her heart)
SUMMARY: two ex-Korean surgeons getting ready for a reunion. Basically this chapter introduces Frank and Trapper as a couple and also Sam.
John Francis Xavier McIntyre adjusted his tie and ran a comb through his blonde hair before turning to face the other man in the room.
"Well," he drawled. "Waddya think?" "Very handsome." The other man replied, adjusting John's tie a little, "do you realize that it's been about forty years since the Korean War ended?"
John adopted a look of dopey realization. "Ah, so that's why we're going to a forty year reunion for our old unit!" The man slapped him playfully. "What I meant you is that this is the first time we are actually going to see everyone again.you know.as a couple. Aren't you even a little bit nervous?"
John spun former major Frank Burns onto the bed and kissed him hungrily. "Scared shitless." Frank kissed him back, running his hands up his body to end up curling into his hair. Both of them completely heedless to both their suits and ties being mussed up.
The doorbell interrupted them.
"Mm" Frank moaned trying desperately keep John from sliding off him to answer the door, "five more minutes won't count!" John chuckled; nuzzling Frank's neck while simultaneously trying to loosen his grip round his middle. "Good god Frank, you're behaving like a horny 15 yr old, not a mature 66 yr old!"
The doorbell rang again and a voice called through the letter slot "C'mon guys, stop with the hanky-panky already!" "Coming!" both John and Frank called in unison, getting up from the bed and into the hallway to answer the door.
Standing on their Boston doorstep was a young woman of about 21, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, a neat and tidy figure and a rakishly sunny smile. "Heya gramps," she said kissing John on the cheek, and then repeating the gesture to Frank, "hey Franky." "How's my favourite granddaughter then?" John asked, giving the girl a big grin. "Hm, well judging by you're appearance you two are better than me." She replied dryly, taking in their tousled exterior. "Come on, let's get you smartened up then."
She briskly pushed past them into the house.
Fifteen minutes later they were neat and in order, with the addition of a little gel in their hair thanks to Johns granddaughter, Samantha, getting ready to leave, when the phone rang. "Leave it," said John, Frank shot him a pained look and picked it up. John sighed and looked at his lover, much as he loved him, the bloody idiot just couldn't leave a ringing phone!
Frank sighed, "Okay, I'll be right over." Sam widened her eyes, "where are you going?" "I have to go into work for a few minutes, those incompitent degenerates can't go one day without mucking things up."
John slipped his arms about Franks waist, "does this mean that you can't go to the reunion!" he said in alarm, "baby, I need you there!" Frank pecked his partner on the lips reassuringly, "it's only for a few minutes, and hour at most, I'll get there, don't worry."
Samantha sat back and surveyed them smiling. "Well then," she said picking up her keys, "lets go grampa!" John and Samantha made their way out to her car. Frank, remained in the house.
"Wait you guys, maybe we'd better make a plan, y'know? Just to be on the safe si." "Frank," John interrupted, "We've gone over this 60 billion times, and I have only five words left to say to you on this subject . blow it out your ear!"
Frank scowled, trying hard to cover his smile. "Lousy degenerates, good for nothing snots!!" he grumbled as he got into his own car.
A/N: this is my first fic and I need feedback to make it less awful, so please review! Also, it gets a lot more interesting after this, I swear. (Makes a cross over her heart)
SUMMARY: two ex-Korean surgeons getting ready for a reunion. Basically this chapter introduces Frank and Trapper as a couple and also Sam.
John Francis Xavier McIntyre adjusted his tie and ran a comb through his blonde hair before turning to face the other man in the room.
"Well," he drawled. "Waddya think?" "Very handsome." The other man replied, adjusting John's tie a little, "do you realize that it's been about forty years since the Korean War ended?"
John adopted a look of dopey realization. "Ah, so that's why we're going to a forty year reunion for our old unit!" The man slapped him playfully. "What I meant you is that this is the first time we are actually going to see everyone again.you know.as a couple. Aren't you even a little bit nervous?"
John spun former major Frank Burns onto the bed and kissed him hungrily. "Scared shitless." Frank kissed him back, running his hands up his body to end up curling into his hair. Both of them completely heedless to both their suits and ties being mussed up.
The doorbell interrupted them.
"Mm" Frank moaned trying desperately keep John from sliding off him to answer the door, "five more minutes won't count!" John chuckled; nuzzling Frank's neck while simultaneously trying to loosen his grip round his middle. "Good god Frank, you're behaving like a horny 15 yr old, not a mature 66 yr old!"
The doorbell rang again and a voice called through the letter slot "C'mon guys, stop with the hanky-panky already!" "Coming!" both John and Frank called in unison, getting up from the bed and into the hallway to answer the door.
Standing on their Boston doorstep was a young woman of about 21, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, a neat and tidy figure and a rakishly sunny smile. "Heya gramps," she said kissing John on the cheek, and then repeating the gesture to Frank, "hey Franky." "How's my favourite granddaughter then?" John asked, giving the girl a big grin. "Hm, well judging by you're appearance you two are better than me." She replied dryly, taking in their tousled exterior. "Come on, let's get you smartened up then."
She briskly pushed past them into the house.
Fifteen minutes later they were neat and in order, with the addition of a little gel in their hair thanks to Johns granddaughter, Samantha, getting ready to leave, when the phone rang. "Leave it," said John, Frank shot him a pained look and picked it up. John sighed and looked at his lover, much as he loved him, the bloody idiot just couldn't leave a ringing phone!
Frank sighed, "Okay, I'll be right over." Sam widened her eyes, "where are you going?" "I have to go into work for a few minutes, those incompitent degenerates can't go one day without mucking things up."
John slipped his arms about Franks waist, "does this mean that you can't go to the reunion!" he said in alarm, "baby, I need you there!" Frank pecked his partner on the lips reassuringly, "it's only for a few minutes, and hour at most, I'll get there, don't worry."
Samantha sat back and surveyed them smiling. "Well then," she said picking up her keys, "lets go grampa!" John and Samantha made their way out to her car. Frank, remained in the house.
"Wait you guys, maybe we'd better make a plan, y'know? Just to be on the safe si." "Frank," John interrupted, "We've gone over this 60 billion times, and I have only five words left to say to you on this subject . blow it out your ear!"
Frank scowled, trying hard to cover his smile. "Lousy degenerates, good for nothing snots!!" he grumbled as he got into his own car.