Kooshball note: In chapter 50 of "Not a TV Show", Izzy had to decide whether she went back to Sydney, 2003, or stay in Korea, 1951. Of course, she decided to stay in Korea. But what if she'd gone home to Sydney? The alternate ending to "Not a TV Show" in one chapter!

You may want to reread chapters 49 and 50 to remember what was going on. I know I had to.

Izzy looked around. Sydney didn't seemed to have changed. Seeing a newsagents nearby, she went in and checked the newspapers on the shelves. Only a few months had passed since she'd gone to Korea. Izzy smiled to herself, and looked around. No-one would believe her story. Her friends would think she was either on drugs or crazy. Izzy's stomach jumped at the word. Klinger was always trying to convince everyone he was crazy. Izzy trailed around, and saw an elderly man walking in front of her, a wallet poking out from his back pocket. She sneaked forward and reached out for the brown leather wallet, hoping her time away hadn't damaged her performance. She was pulling it out slowly, when the man turned around and grabbed her wrist.

'You don't think I'm going to have my money stolen for the third time this week, do you?' he demanded. Izzy stared defiantly into the man's blue eyes, and was surprised to see the eyes soften, in a confused sort of way.

'Izzy?' the man asked.

Izzy's heart jumped.

'Hawkeye?' she asked.

The man dropped her wrist. 'Get lost,' he said to her, turning away.

'Hawkeye, it's you, isn't it?' Izzy demanded. The man turned around again.

'How'd you know my name?' he asked. Izzy was hit with the memory of when she first arrived at the 4077th.

'How did you know my name?' Hawkeye asked.

'Uh. . .' Izzy cast around in her mind for a good excuse. 'A friend recommended you?' she suggested lamely.

'You don't recognise me, do you?' Izzy said.

'Who are you?' the man asked.

'It's me, Izzy,' Izzy said.

'I only knew one Izzy in my lifetime, and she died, a long time ago,' the man said.

'In Korea, during the war,' Izzy said. 'You had just had a fight with her, she was upset. She didn't watch where she was going, and a jeep hit her.'

'How do you know all that?' Hawkeye asked.

'That was me,' Izzy insisted. 'I'm that same Izzy.'

'You can't be,' Hawkeye told her.

'Why not?' Izzy asked defiantly. Hawkeye stared at her for a few moments.

'It's impossible,' he said, turning away again.

'How do I know you then?' Izzy demanded. 'And BJ, Radar, Klinger, Margaret, Frank, Charles, Potter? You know it's me, Hawkeye.' Hawkeye walked on for a bit as if he hadn't heard her. He stopped, and turned.

'You can't be,' he said, as if pleading with her. 'Can it?' Izzy nodded, tears brimming in her eyes suddenly. Hawkeye moved forward, and Izzy fell forward into the man's embrace.

'I must really seem like just a kid to you now,' she said, a tear falling down her cheek.

'No way,' was BJ's first response.

'Way,' Izzy retaliated. BJ shook his head before looking to Hawkeye.

'This is a joke, isn't it?' he asked Hawkeye. 'Revenge for that April fool's joke in '82, right?'

'No,' Hawkeye replied, his facial expression staying unemotional.

BJ looked back at Izzy. 'Even if Izzy were still alive,' he said slowly. 'She'd have to be at least sixty.'

'Remember when the Swamp blew down? You stayed in my tent for two or three days, and I kept you awake at night because of my nightmares.' Izzy's expression softened at the memory. 'You bought some perfume stuff from a Korean peddler, who claimed it would stop nightmares. It worked.'

BJ's mouth dropped. He glanced to Hawkeye and back to Izzy before embracing the girl.

'But it's impossible,' he said before pulling away from Izzy.

'That's what I said,' Hawkeye replied. 'But she is our Izzy.'

'Anyone else know yet?' BJ asked. 'Radar? Klinger? Charles?' Hawkeye shook his head.

'No-one yet,' he said.

'So how'd it happen?' BJ wanted to know. Izzy shrugged.

'Couldn't tell you,' she replied. 'I asked myself that the first time, too. So what are you two doing in Australia anyway?' BJ and Hawkeye glanced at each other.

'Reunion,' Hawkeye said eventually. 'We've been holding them in the home towns of everyone from the 4077th, and this was your year.' Izzy felt her eyes water.

'Geez, guys,' she said, wiping her eyes. 'I didn't realise you'd remember me.' Hawkeye and BJ just smiled at her.

'I didn't realise you brought your families as well,' Izzy commented as they walked into the hall.

'Course we do,' BJ said. 'Erin and herkids couldn't make it this year, but everyone else has come.' Izzy let out a short squeal of delight, and ran over to where a short gray haired man was standing with a boy of Izzy's age.

'Klinger!' she yelled, throwing herself onto the man. The old man half stepped, half stumbled back.

'Hey, get the hell off my grandpa,' the boy said, pulling Izzy back. He spurted off some strange language at Izzy which she assumed was swearing when the old man nudged him.

'That's no way to talk to a woman,' he said. 'Even after they've assaulted your grandpa.' He turned to Izzy. 'Now, kid, who do you belong with?' he asked. 'I'm sorry if I don't remember you, my mind ain't what it used to be.'

'It's me, Izzy,' Izzy said enthusiastically.

'Do you remember an Izzy?' the old man asked the boy. The boy shook his head. 'Obviously, one of the others had their grandkid names after the original Private Izzy Parker, but I'm sorry I don't remember you.'

'I am the original Izzy,' Izzy said.

'Can't be,' the old man said. 'Izzy was about your age in the war. She died in the war.' He pulled out his wallet. 'See, here's a picture of her,' he said, getting an old photo out of his wallet. 'We took this photo at the camp with a camera that a patient lent us, and we all made a copy.' He stared at the photo, then at Izzy before looking at the photo again.

'That's me in the photo, isn't it?' Izzy asked smugly. The old man groped backwards for a chair, and the boy dragged one around quickly so he could sit.

'It can't be,' he said eventually.

'I don't want to have to go through everything for everyone,' Izzy said pleadingly. 'It's me, Izzy Parker. Remember Flagg? We put him in a create and mailed him to the states. Remember the hydrocortisone? I stole it from HQ when we ran out.'

'You're that Izzy?' the boy said. He grinned. 'You're pretty hot. Want some Lebanese between your knees?' he asked, thrusting his pelvis out. The old man hit him over the head with his hand.

'Show some respect,' he snapped.

'I wouldn't do you if you were the last guy on earth,' Izzy scoffed, looking the boy up and down with disdain.

'Hawkeye,' the old man called out. 'Hawkeye, come here.'

'I see you've met up again with Izzy, Klinger,' Hawkeye said, coming over and grinning.

'This can't be Izzy,' Klinger said.

'Apparently it is,' Hawkeye said. 'And for a kid from the 50's, she's adapted pretty well. I mean, have your grandkids tried to teach you about the whole internet thing on computers?'

Izzy tried not to look guilty.

'It's not that hard!' Klinger's grandson said, exasperated. 'Six year olds know how to use it!'

'Well, there's probably a reason for why I've adapted,' Izzy said. Klinger and Hawkeye both looked at Izzy. 'I'm from this era,' she said. 'From 2003. I got hit by a car, woke up in Korea, fifty one years earlier. When I got hit by the jeep at the 4077th, I found myself in Australia again, 2003. I wish I could explain it, but like you, I can't.'

'You're nuts,' the boy laughed.

'Quiet, Jamie,' Klinger said. 'I made a living off of being crazy.'

'Come on,' Jamie said to Izzy, moving closer to her. 'Let's ditch the reunion.'

'Get lost,' Izzy said, pushing him away. 'I want to see everyone else. It has been fifty years, after all.' Izzy followed Hawkeye around the room, but Jamie followed.

While talking to Margaret, she could feel him breathing down her neck. While Charles was being revived after fainting from the shock, he tried to put his hand down her skirt. While Radar was being yelled to about who Izzy was, he wrapped his arms around her and felt her boob. Izzy continually pushed him away, but resisted the urge to hit him. After all, he was Klinger's grandkid.

'So, what are you going to do now, Izzy? I mean, you're back in Australia, but I bet you still don't have a home,' Hawkeye asked.

'She can stay with me,' Jamie said, getting a glint in his eye.

'Oh no,' Klinger said. 'I know what you're like with girls. Izzy is not staying with you.'

'I wouldn't mind,' Izzy said. She glared at Jamie sweetly. 'If he annoys me, I've always got those medical procedures you guys taught me. I've always wanted to amputate something.'

'Trapper's granddaughter, she works in a restaurant. She said she'd give you a job,' Hawkeye said. 'She needs the extra help.'

'Really?' Izzy asked. Hawkeye nodded.

'You've had experience, cooking in Korea,' he said. 'And it means you'll have a decent second chance.'

'I had a second chance,' Izzy said. 'It was with you. This is my third chance.'

Maybe it hadn't been the wrong choice, coming back to Sydney. She'd met up with the others again, she wasn't in the middle of a war, so there was no chance of her being hit by a bomb, and she was going to have a job. She'd have to iron out a few things, like telling the government she was still alive, get used to not saluting everyone she met again and missing Hawkeye and everyone else, but it had to be worth it, it had to be.

'I know you've never held a scalpel before. You don't scare me,' Jamie told her.

'Maybe not, but I've used a gun before, and your grandfather will tell you, I'm a bloody good shot,' Izzy warned Jamie. Jamie paled again, and backed away.

Yeah, definitely worth it.

Kooshball: Yeah, I like using the actors names for their character's kids/grandkids. It adds a nice kinda twist, don't you think?

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