Radar fan: Sorry for the delay but I have been writing my ideas up on paper first so there is loads more to come anyway back to Radar in surgery....

"Don't quit on me now Radar", said BJ frantically as he jumped on to the table and hit him hard on the chest. It felt wrong to hit him.

He looked so young and helpless. He had had to grow up pretty quickly in this war. Learning to cope with bereavement. Colonel Blake's death had hit him hard. He was depressed for ages after that. No one could get through to him. He blamed himself. No matter how much Hawkeye, BJ and the rest of the camp tried to comfort him, he was sure that he made it happen some way or another. He was only 18 but was so mature at times, and others he was like a 5 year old. Especially at Christmas.

Last Christmas BJ remembered they had secret Santa. All the names were put in to a hat and whose name you pulled out you had to get them a present. Radar had picked out BJ's and Father Mulcahy picked out Radars. On Christmas day they exchanged gifts in the mess tent. It had been decorated with paper decorations made from old forms and files from the Colonels office, to give it a more homely feel. Radar had given BJ his with the biggest grin on his face, proud of what he had got him. It was a picture frame with a light blue effect all around it for BJ to put a picture of Erin and Peg in. BJ thanked Radar and given him a hug. It had taken ages to get hold of, but he got on the chopper to Sparky and some how managed it.

When it came to Radars present he was acting like a small child again. His excitement was shattered when Father Mulcahy said his present hadn't arrived yet as his sister had to get hold of it and post it there. Radar had tried to act like he didn't mind but he had done really. He was quite upset. 6 months later in the middle of summer his present finally arrived. It was an army uniform and pyjamas for his bear. Radar was so chuffed to bits.

"How did you know the right sizes?" Radar questioned.

"Well," the Father confessed "While you were in the mess tent one dinner time, I nipped in and measured the bear, sent it to my sister who made a replica of your uniform for your bear. I thought it was the perfect gift for you.

BJ hit his chest again and again.

"We have a pulse but its faint" Margaret reported after a while.

BJ continued to operate in silence while Houlihan monitored him carefully.

When he finally finished he walked out of OR, tool of his scrubs and went to Radars office. On his cot tucked up was Radars loyal bear. He picked him up, looked around to see if he could find his little uniform. He looked in Radars footlocker and found an old shoebox. He shouldn't be going though his things but he had to find it. He opened the shoebox to find a mixture of things that Radar had kept. Colonel Blake's thermometer he had been give, a picture of his mum and Uncle Ed and all the things he valued most. Right at the bottom was the teddy's uniform. He put back the box and started to put the uniform on the bear. He felt a little childish but it meant something to Radar.

BJ left Radars office with the dressed bear in hand. He went to post op to find Radar in the far bed still asleep. He read his chart and then sat next to him. He watched him for a few moments and then realised why he had come in. He lifted Radars arm a little and placed the bear under it and replaced his arm. After a few minutes Radar snuggled up to his bear still deep in sleep.

BJ was thinking of his favourite bear when he was little. He used to carry it everywhere with him, he still had it somewhere. He used to keep it close when he was scared or upset. BJ now understood why Radar still had his, it was to remind him of home and get him through the horrors of this war.

Radar fan: there we are hope you like it. More to follow soon, I promise.

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Thanks.