Disclaimer: unfortunately I will have to reveal, and I know that this may
come as a shock, but most of these characters are from a TV show called
M*A*S*H and therefore I have no claim to them. *Sob*
A/N: To my reviewers Mash-nut-4077 and to Politik. Thanks guys! I have updated finally and I hope the new format is easier to read. Also do not worry. I will not be doing ANY R rated fics anytime soon. This will be kept to the mildest of slash.
Summary: Frank arrives! People talk. Pretty much it.
CHAPTER THREE Over the other side of the hall, Sam had noticed the same thing.
"So, Sam, where has ole Trapper been all this time?" a former nurse who'd had Able written on her nametag asked.
However before she could answer, she heard Margaret swear softly behind her.
"Holy shit! Frank Burns!"
Sam shot a look at 'Hotlip's' stunned face. She knew that Frank and Margaret had had some history together, but had ended when she got married and Frank, who was married at the time, went crazy. That was the experience that had helped him help Trapper a few years ago.
She then looked back at Frank, wondering what he would do.
Frank had entered the reunion hall with a minimum of hassle. Granted he had been a little rude to that little snot at the front desk, but he had had the audacity to call him Ferret Face! Well, not actually say the words, but he could see him thinking it.
Anyway, the problem posed, to go over to Trapper, he could see that he'd already seen him, or to mingle a bit first.
He decided on the later, or rather, Margaret Houlighan did.
"Frank Burns! I haven't seen you since I married Donald!" ever the sensitive, he remembered how she had broken the news that she was engaged. No warning or anything.
He looked at her, seeing how much she had changed. Her face still had that well-defined, attractive air, but a few wrinkles owing to age were now etched onto her skin, and despite her hair still being blonde, he could see her gray tips. Also she seemed different in her manner. More relaxed, and her smile seemed more genuine than it had done previously. She glowed from happiness.
And Frank was pleased to find that he was very pleased for her.
"Margaret,"
he said, drawing her into a brotherly hug,
"how have you been, you look great!"
She stared. She had expected him to be a little colder, or distant. Worried about his wife or something. And then she saw it.
"Frank! Where's your wedding ring?!"
Frank just smiled at her.
"I think you aught to know," she continued, completely misinterpreting the smile, "that I am married, again, to.uh.Captain Pierce."
"Oh I'm not surprised," was his surprising (at least to her,) response. "I always thought their was a sort of a spark between you."
Not jealous of Hawkeye, oh, well at least that was a start, Frank thought to himself.
Meanwhile, during this exchange, Sam had been following and noting both Frank's reactions as well as her Granddad's, who had been surreptitiously watching.
She saw Frank say something to Margaret, kiss her on the cheek and walk over to where she was standing within a group of ex-nurses and descendents.
She flashed him a grin.
"So, you got here okay then?" she asked.
"Yup, the trouble wasn't as bad as I expected, and the traffic was actually good today!"
"Oooh, no grumbling about traffic and moronic weekend drivers! Someone's in a good mood." She teased. Frank just laughed and walked with her over to the buffet table.
Over at the bar, Margaret was telling her husband, Trapper and BJ about her conversation with Frank Burns.
".and then he just said that he was glad that I was happy and kissed me on the cheek and left! And now he's talking to Trappers granddaughter like they're old friends!"
BJ shook his head,
"I can't believe that Frank 'ferret face' Burns actually apologized for the way he treated you in Korea. That seems like.well. not Frank anyway."
Trapper shrugged.
"Well, maybe he's changed. I could happen y'know. And he wasn't so bad in Korea anyway."
Hawkeye had had enough, too much was different about Trapper for him to hold his tongue, and when did Hawkeye Peirce ever hold his tongue?
"Okay Trap, the game's up!"
Margaret, BJ, Trapper and Radar (who had joined them on the other side of the bar) looked at him startled.
"You haven't drunk a drop of alcohol tonight and I know for a fact that you're not driving, you haven't told us anything about what happened to you after you left Korea, you've been bloody mysterious all evening and now you're standing up for Ferret face! What the hell is up with you?"
everyone turned to look at Trapper. He sighed.
"Okay, I'll tell you what has happened to me these last forty years. But first I need to get Frank."
"Why?!" Hawkeye burst out, unable to comprehend why his friend would want to talk to Frank at all, let alone why he should be here. Trapper sighed again,
"Because he is an integral part of this story!" he said, "and I want him to be here!"
And with that he stood up and made his way over to his partner, leaving four confused and puzzled veterans in his wake.
Next: the events of the past 40 yrs come to light.
A/N: To my reviewers Mash-nut-4077 and to Politik. Thanks guys! I have updated finally and I hope the new format is easier to read. Also do not worry. I will not be doing ANY R rated fics anytime soon. This will be kept to the mildest of slash.
Summary: Frank arrives! People talk. Pretty much it.
CHAPTER THREE Over the other side of the hall, Sam had noticed the same thing.
"So, Sam, where has ole Trapper been all this time?" a former nurse who'd had Able written on her nametag asked.
However before she could answer, she heard Margaret swear softly behind her.
"Holy shit! Frank Burns!"
Sam shot a look at 'Hotlip's' stunned face. She knew that Frank and Margaret had had some history together, but had ended when she got married and Frank, who was married at the time, went crazy. That was the experience that had helped him help Trapper a few years ago.
She then looked back at Frank, wondering what he would do.
Frank had entered the reunion hall with a minimum of hassle. Granted he had been a little rude to that little snot at the front desk, but he had had the audacity to call him Ferret Face! Well, not actually say the words, but he could see him thinking it.
Anyway, the problem posed, to go over to Trapper, he could see that he'd already seen him, or to mingle a bit first.
He decided on the later, or rather, Margaret Houlighan did.
"Frank Burns! I haven't seen you since I married Donald!" ever the sensitive, he remembered how she had broken the news that she was engaged. No warning or anything.
He looked at her, seeing how much she had changed. Her face still had that well-defined, attractive air, but a few wrinkles owing to age were now etched onto her skin, and despite her hair still being blonde, he could see her gray tips. Also she seemed different in her manner. More relaxed, and her smile seemed more genuine than it had done previously. She glowed from happiness.
And Frank was pleased to find that he was very pleased for her.
"Margaret,"
he said, drawing her into a brotherly hug,
"how have you been, you look great!"
She stared. She had expected him to be a little colder, or distant. Worried about his wife or something. And then she saw it.
"Frank! Where's your wedding ring?!"
Frank just smiled at her.
"I think you aught to know," she continued, completely misinterpreting the smile, "that I am married, again, to.uh.Captain Pierce."
"Oh I'm not surprised," was his surprising (at least to her,) response. "I always thought their was a sort of a spark between you."
Not jealous of Hawkeye, oh, well at least that was a start, Frank thought to himself.
Meanwhile, during this exchange, Sam had been following and noting both Frank's reactions as well as her Granddad's, who had been surreptitiously watching.
She saw Frank say something to Margaret, kiss her on the cheek and walk over to where she was standing within a group of ex-nurses and descendents.
She flashed him a grin.
"So, you got here okay then?" she asked.
"Yup, the trouble wasn't as bad as I expected, and the traffic was actually good today!"
"Oooh, no grumbling about traffic and moronic weekend drivers! Someone's in a good mood." She teased. Frank just laughed and walked with her over to the buffet table.
Over at the bar, Margaret was telling her husband, Trapper and BJ about her conversation with Frank Burns.
".and then he just said that he was glad that I was happy and kissed me on the cheek and left! And now he's talking to Trappers granddaughter like they're old friends!"
BJ shook his head,
"I can't believe that Frank 'ferret face' Burns actually apologized for the way he treated you in Korea. That seems like.well. not Frank anyway."
Trapper shrugged.
"Well, maybe he's changed. I could happen y'know. And he wasn't so bad in Korea anyway."
Hawkeye had had enough, too much was different about Trapper for him to hold his tongue, and when did Hawkeye Peirce ever hold his tongue?
"Okay Trap, the game's up!"
Margaret, BJ, Trapper and Radar (who had joined them on the other side of the bar) looked at him startled.
"You haven't drunk a drop of alcohol tonight and I know for a fact that you're not driving, you haven't told us anything about what happened to you after you left Korea, you've been bloody mysterious all evening and now you're standing up for Ferret face! What the hell is up with you?"
everyone turned to look at Trapper. He sighed.
"Okay, I'll tell you what has happened to me these last forty years. But first I need to get Frank."
"Why?!" Hawkeye burst out, unable to comprehend why his friend would want to talk to Frank at all, let alone why he should be here. Trapper sighed again,
"Because he is an integral part of this story!" he said, "and I want him to be here!"
And with that he stood up and made his way over to his partner, leaving four confused and puzzled veterans in his wake.
Next: the events of the past 40 yrs come to light.