Disclaimer: Only the characters I made up belong to me. The rest do not.
Obviously.
SUMMARY: Trapper and Sam arrive at the reunion, new faces and old. Also
what's with Trapper and the no drinking? All will be revealed.
Chapter two.
When Samantha and John drew up at the hall, which had been rented for the event, another car had arrived at the exact same moment.
Sam looked at John. "Ready Grandpa?"
"As I'll ever be."
John looked to see who would get out of the car next to him. Over the years both he and Frank had purposely missed all of the reunions due to one reason or another. But they had decided to go to this one. They realized it was time to tell the people they had been friends with when they first met. And anyway, they realized they couldn't get married till they'd exorcised all their demons.
The man who first got out of the blue laser next to them was tall and lanky, with salt and pepper hair, the woman who got out of the other side had blonde hair tied up in a bun, and was quite attractive in a mature way.
John whistled softly to himself.
"Good lord, it's Hawkeye and Hot lips. Arriving together!"
The man and woman shared a quick kiss before linking hands and slowly making their way towards the entrance. Sam strained to have a good look at the famous Hawkeye and Hotlips of whom she had heard stories since she was a baby.
John felt glued to the car seat.
"Is it too late to turn around?"
he asked in a panicky voice.
"Yes," Sam's tone was brisk and firm. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. Then she said in a very loud voice
"Come on Trapper!!"
John groaned, knowing he now had no choice but to go through with it. Up ahead, the man and woman, Hawkeye and Hotlips, froze.
Trapper got out of the car and offered his arm to Sam
"Madam?"
Sam giggled and linked her arm through his, locked the car, and they made their way up the pathway.
By this time Hawkeye and Hotlips had turned around to stare at John McIntyre, casually strolling up the path, a pretty girl on one arm.
Hotlips' eyes widened and Hawkeye paled as if he was seeing a ghost.
"T-trapper?" he stuttered.
Trapper smiled nervously.
"Heya Hawk."
Hawkeye stared for a few seconds before snapping.
"'Heya Hawk'?!?!" he yelled angrily, "'Heya Hawk'?!?! we haven't seen each other, spoken to each other or even written to each other for over forty years and you greet me 'Heya Hawk'?! I thought you were dead or something!" and with that Hawkeye pulled Trapper into a huge bear hug.
Trapper returned the hug, before choking out,
"Ahh Hawkeye.can't.breath."
Hawkeye released him reluctantly, looking as if he still couldn't believe that his best mate who he hadn't had any word from in four decades was standing before him, large as life. He took Margaret's shoulder.
"Margaret! Look it's Trapper!"
Margaret snapped out of her staring.
"Trapper!" then Trapper was caught again in a bear hug, before he felt a sharp slap on his cheek.
"Ow!" he complained, "What was that for?"
"that's for not contacting us since you got discharged! What happened, what have you been doing!" Hotlips paused for breath.
"Woah, easy Hotlips, I have a question first, since when have you two been together?"
Hawkeye slide his arm round Margaret's waist.
"Been together! Trap, we've been married for thirty-five years!"
Trapper looked speechless.
"Holy Jesus," he swore softly.
Samantha cleared her throat noisily. John suddenly remembered she was there.
"oh, sorry Sam, Sam this is the famous Hawkeye Pierce and Hotlips Houghlihan,"
"Margaret,"
Margaret corrected, shooting Trap a look before smiling at Sam and shaking her hand.
"Hawkeye, Margaret,"
Trap continued,
"this is my Granddaughter, Samantha."
"Hello Sam." Hawkeye grinned kissing her on her cheek. "boy the tales I could tell you about your Granddad would curl your toes!"
"I believe they're already curled from the stories he's told me about you two!" retorted Sam. Margaret giggled and then turned to Trapper,
"so are we finally to meet Louise?"
Trappers smile switched off and he shuffled his feet awkwardly. Sam also appeared awkward.
"Um, maybe we should go inside." She suggested.
Hawkeye noticed his old friends uneasiness. "Good idea." He said and they made their way to the entrance.
Manning the entrance was a young man of about thirty, wearing round spectacles, and had a rather nervous expression, which brightened up considerable when he saw Hawkeye and Hotlips approach.
"Uncle Hawk! Aunt Margaret! You made it!"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world Henry." Margaret said warmly
"Trapper, Samantha, this is Radars eldest son, Henry. Henry, this is Captain John McIntyre, a.k.a Trapper."
Henry checked the list.
"Well I can cross you all off. Though I must say Mr. McIntyre it's a pleasure to meet you at last! Here are your nametags and my dad is inside behind the bar. Please have a pleasant evening."
And with that he opened the door for them to enter. Trapper pinned his nametag, which read 'Capt. John 'Trapper' Xavier Francis McIntyre' much to his amusement, and raised one eyebrow.
"Do you always have nametags?"
"oh that's just Henry for you," Hawkeye dismissed, "He works in a company that organized big functions such as this. Radars second son, Sherman, is a vet." Trapper grinned,
"no surprises their. Now where is that mind-reading little person?"
Hawkeye slung his arm about Trappers shoulders,
"well, me old mate, what's say you and I take a little stroll over to 'Rosie's Bar'?"
Margaret and Samantha drifted off to have a chat to some of the other families gathered in the hall, and Hawkeye and Trapper made their way to a bar at one end of the hall, which had tables in front of it, and was made to look as much like Rosie's bar as possible. Already seated with a martini in front of him was a tall man with a white moustache, waving rigorously at Hawkeye. When they reached him he stood up and pulled Hawk into a manly hug.
"Hawk, good to see you again! How are Margaret and the kids?"
"great to see you too Beej, their good, did you hear that Brielle made partner in her firm? How's Peg, did Sally get that scholarship?"
"yes, and Peg is fine," BJ noticed Trapper standing next to Hawkeye, "Howdy, BJ Honeycutt, I haven't seen you at our little gatherings before." He extended his hand, Trapper took it.
"I know, it's my first time. So you're the famous Captain Honeycutt are you? I'm the swamprat before you, heard you gave Frank Burns hell. John McIntyre's the name."
"the infamous Trapper John, I've heard about you too."
Hawkeye looked at Trap.
"How did you hear about BJ, no ones seen you since you left Korea?"
Trapper decided to be evasive.
"umm, I ran into Frank a few years back, we exchanged words." And a lot more than that he thought. Hawkeye seemed satisfied with this answer.
"So Trapper, sit down, have a drink!" Trapper sat and smiled at his old friend and his new one.
BJ rapped on the wooden top, "Oh bartender?" he called. A man about ten years junior to the three swamp rats appeared. He looked familiar to Trapper, with round glasses and a baby face.
"Hawkeye! When did you get here?" It clicked.
"Radar?" Trapper asked. The man looked at him closely. Then realization dawned.
"Captain McIntyre?!"
"That's what the name-tag says! How are you Radar?"
The man in his fifties started bouncing up and down like a five year old.
"Hawkeye, Trappers come! I'll get you a martini right away sirs!"
Hawkeye nodded, but Trapper stopped him. "Just OJ for me thanks Radar," he said. Radar and Hawkeye looked at him oddly but didn't say anything.
"So Trapper," BJ asked, "are you married?" Trapper John considered answering, "yes actually, I am about to be married to a male who happens to be the nazi army nut you all hated, Major Frank Burns!" but instead answered, "no, I'm divorced."
Hawkeye giggled, "Found out about all your little indiscretions did she Trap?"
Trapper smiled wryly, "something like that."
Suddenly, a dark skinned man wearing a suit approached them.
"BJ! Hawkeye! Fancy meeting you two here!"
Trapper looked at him, there was something familiar about him too, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Hey Klinger! I want you to guess who this is!" Hawkeye gestured at Trapper.
Trapper broke into a huge grin.
"Klinger?! I didn't recognize you without your usual dress and jewelry!" he said, heartily slapping Klinger on the back. Klinger's eyes opened wide.
"Trapper John! My god, I haven't seen you in, well, it seems like a century! How're you doing?"
"Terrific thanks, and yourself?"
"I'm fine, oh, I need to get back to my wife and grandkids, the youngest is five, but I'll tell you everything later!"
Klinger rejoined his family.
Suddenly Trapper noticed a prickling on the back of his neck, someone was watching him, and he knew exactly who that person was. He turned around and found himself staring into the deep brown eyes of Frank Burns.
Trapper smiled. This should be fun.
Chapter two.
When Samantha and John drew up at the hall, which had been rented for the event, another car had arrived at the exact same moment.
Sam looked at John. "Ready Grandpa?"
"As I'll ever be."
John looked to see who would get out of the car next to him. Over the years both he and Frank had purposely missed all of the reunions due to one reason or another. But they had decided to go to this one. They realized it was time to tell the people they had been friends with when they first met. And anyway, they realized they couldn't get married till they'd exorcised all their demons.
The man who first got out of the blue laser next to them was tall and lanky, with salt and pepper hair, the woman who got out of the other side had blonde hair tied up in a bun, and was quite attractive in a mature way.
John whistled softly to himself.
"Good lord, it's Hawkeye and Hot lips. Arriving together!"
The man and woman shared a quick kiss before linking hands and slowly making their way towards the entrance. Sam strained to have a good look at the famous Hawkeye and Hotlips of whom she had heard stories since she was a baby.
John felt glued to the car seat.
"Is it too late to turn around?"
he asked in a panicky voice.
"Yes," Sam's tone was brisk and firm. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. Then she said in a very loud voice
"Come on Trapper!!"
John groaned, knowing he now had no choice but to go through with it. Up ahead, the man and woman, Hawkeye and Hotlips, froze.
Trapper got out of the car and offered his arm to Sam
"Madam?"
Sam giggled and linked her arm through his, locked the car, and they made their way up the pathway.
By this time Hawkeye and Hotlips had turned around to stare at John McIntyre, casually strolling up the path, a pretty girl on one arm.
Hotlips' eyes widened and Hawkeye paled as if he was seeing a ghost.
"T-trapper?" he stuttered.
Trapper smiled nervously.
"Heya Hawk."
Hawkeye stared for a few seconds before snapping.
"'Heya Hawk'?!?!" he yelled angrily, "'Heya Hawk'?!?! we haven't seen each other, spoken to each other or even written to each other for over forty years and you greet me 'Heya Hawk'?! I thought you were dead or something!" and with that Hawkeye pulled Trapper into a huge bear hug.
Trapper returned the hug, before choking out,
"Ahh Hawkeye.can't.breath."
Hawkeye released him reluctantly, looking as if he still couldn't believe that his best mate who he hadn't had any word from in four decades was standing before him, large as life. He took Margaret's shoulder.
"Margaret! Look it's Trapper!"
Margaret snapped out of her staring.
"Trapper!" then Trapper was caught again in a bear hug, before he felt a sharp slap on his cheek.
"Ow!" he complained, "What was that for?"
"that's for not contacting us since you got discharged! What happened, what have you been doing!" Hotlips paused for breath.
"Woah, easy Hotlips, I have a question first, since when have you two been together?"
Hawkeye slide his arm round Margaret's waist.
"Been together! Trap, we've been married for thirty-five years!"
Trapper looked speechless.
"Holy Jesus," he swore softly.
Samantha cleared her throat noisily. John suddenly remembered she was there.
"oh, sorry Sam, Sam this is the famous Hawkeye Pierce and Hotlips Houghlihan,"
"Margaret,"
Margaret corrected, shooting Trap a look before smiling at Sam and shaking her hand.
"Hawkeye, Margaret,"
Trap continued,
"this is my Granddaughter, Samantha."
"Hello Sam." Hawkeye grinned kissing her on her cheek. "boy the tales I could tell you about your Granddad would curl your toes!"
"I believe they're already curled from the stories he's told me about you two!" retorted Sam. Margaret giggled and then turned to Trapper,
"so are we finally to meet Louise?"
Trappers smile switched off and he shuffled his feet awkwardly. Sam also appeared awkward.
"Um, maybe we should go inside." She suggested.
Hawkeye noticed his old friends uneasiness. "Good idea." He said and they made their way to the entrance.
Manning the entrance was a young man of about thirty, wearing round spectacles, and had a rather nervous expression, which brightened up considerable when he saw Hawkeye and Hotlips approach.
"Uncle Hawk! Aunt Margaret! You made it!"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world Henry." Margaret said warmly
"Trapper, Samantha, this is Radars eldest son, Henry. Henry, this is Captain John McIntyre, a.k.a Trapper."
Henry checked the list.
"Well I can cross you all off. Though I must say Mr. McIntyre it's a pleasure to meet you at last! Here are your nametags and my dad is inside behind the bar. Please have a pleasant evening."
And with that he opened the door for them to enter. Trapper pinned his nametag, which read 'Capt. John 'Trapper' Xavier Francis McIntyre' much to his amusement, and raised one eyebrow.
"Do you always have nametags?"
"oh that's just Henry for you," Hawkeye dismissed, "He works in a company that organized big functions such as this. Radars second son, Sherman, is a vet." Trapper grinned,
"no surprises their. Now where is that mind-reading little person?"
Hawkeye slung his arm about Trappers shoulders,
"well, me old mate, what's say you and I take a little stroll over to 'Rosie's Bar'?"
Margaret and Samantha drifted off to have a chat to some of the other families gathered in the hall, and Hawkeye and Trapper made their way to a bar at one end of the hall, which had tables in front of it, and was made to look as much like Rosie's bar as possible. Already seated with a martini in front of him was a tall man with a white moustache, waving rigorously at Hawkeye. When they reached him he stood up and pulled Hawk into a manly hug.
"Hawk, good to see you again! How are Margaret and the kids?"
"great to see you too Beej, their good, did you hear that Brielle made partner in her firm? How's Peg, did Sally get that scholarship?"
"yes, and Peg is fine," BJ noticed Trapper standing next to Hawkeye, "Howdy, BJ Honeycutt, I haven't seen you at our little gatherings before." He extended his hand, Trapper took it.
"I know, it's my first time. So you're the famous Captain Honeycutt are you? I'm the swamprat before you, heard you gave Frank Burns hell. John McIntyre's the name."
"the infamous Trapper John, I've heard about you too."
Hawkeye looked at Trap.
"How did you hear about BJ, no ones seen you since you left Korea?"
Trapper decided to be evasive.
"umm, I ran into Frank a few years back, we exchanged words." And a lot more than that he thought. Hawkeye seemed satisfied with this answer.
"So Trapper, sit down, have a drink!" Trapper sat and smiled at his old friend and his new one.
BJ rapped on the wooden top, "Oh bartender?" he called. A man about ten years junior to the three swamp rats appeared. He looked familiar to Trapper, with round glasses and a baby face.
"Hawkeye! When did you get here?" It clicked.
"Radar?" Trapper asked. The man looked at him closely. Then realization dawned.
"Captain McIntyre?!"
"That's what the name-tag says! How are you Radar?"
The man in his fifties started bouncing up and down like a five year old.
"Hawkeye, Trappers come! I'll get you a martini right away sirs!"
Hawkeye nodded, but Trapper stopped him. "Just OJ for me thanks Radar," he said. Radar and Hawkeye looked at him oddly but didn't say anything.
"So Trapper," BJ asked, "are you married?" Trapper John considered answering, "yes actually, I am about to be married to a male who happens to be the nazi army nut you all hated, Major Frank Burns!" but instead answered, "no, I'm divorced."
Hawkeye giggled, "Found out about all your little indiscretions did she Trap?"
Trapper smiled wryly, "something like that."
Suddenly, a dark skinned man wearing a suit approached them.
"BJ! Hawkeye! Fancy meeting you two here!"
Trapper looked at him, there was something familiar about him too, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Hey Klinger! I want you to guess who this is!" Hawkeye gestured at Trapper.
Trapper broke into a huge grin.
"Klinger?! I didn't recognize you without your usual dress and jewelry!" he said, heartily slapping Klinger on the back. Klinger's eyes opened wide.
"Trapper John! My god, I haven't seen you in, well, it seems like a century! How're you doing?"
"Terrific thanks, and yourself?"
"I'm fine, oh, I need to get back to my wife and grandkids, the youngest is five, but I'll tell you everything later!"
Klinger rejoined his family.
Suddenly Trapper noticed a prickling on the back of his neck, someone was watching him, and he knew exactly who that person was. He turned around and found himself staring into the deep brown eyes of Frank Burns.
Trapper smiled. This should be fun.