What the Hell is Going on in Not a TV show?

Kooshball Note: Yes, finally, a cross over! If you haven't guessed already, this is a crossover between "Not a TV Show" and author Kitty Kat-Chan's "What the Hell is going on?" Unfortunately, I do not own MASH, Fox, or anything else in this fic, 'cept Izzy. Vicky is on loan, and I promised I'd send her back soon, so Kitty Kat-Chan could update quickly.

It was during a thunderstorm Izzy woke up in her cot to the sound of someone landing heavily on the ground in her tent. She fumbled for the light above her head, and when she finally turned it on, the swinging light revealed a girl groaning on the floor at the foot of her cot. Izzy tried to get out of the cot quickly, but ended up tripping on her blankets, scraping her hands as she broke her fall. She stood up and dusted herself off before becoming interested in the second girl.

She had blond hair, lighter in colour than Izzy's, and was younger than her, by at least a few years. She was still groaning, holding her head, so Izzy helped her up.

'Who are you and what the heck are you doing in my tent?' Izzy demanded. She gave a small gasp when she noticed the girl was wearing civilian clothes. And not just any old civilian clothes, these were hipster jeans, brand name shoes and a tight, black T-shirt that no respecting woman would have worn in the 1950's.

'Izzy?' the girl asked.

'Who are you?' Izzy asked, feeling slightly weird at hearing her name. So this is how Hawkeye felt when I said his name when I first came here, she thought.

'Izzy, it's Vicky,' the girl said. She looked around the tent. 'Where are we?' she asked.

'I don't know you,' Izzy said, shaking her head.

'Course you do,' Vicky said, thunder sounding in the background. 'You live just a few streets from me.' Izzy continued to stare blankly at her.

'I've never seen you before,' she said. Vicky looked confused.

'But you live…' she glanced around as if looking for an explanation. 'How did we get here?' she asked.

'What time was it when you were at home?' Izzy asked.

'I don't know, about 7:45,' Vicky said.

'No, what year?' Izzy asked.

'You're acting sooo weird,' Vicky said. She walked to the tent door and opened it. She stood there for a moment, stunned and she slammed it closed. She opened it slowly again and peeked out. She closed the door gently and turned back to Izzy. 'Where are we?' she asked. 'Out there, it looks like…'

'Korea?' Izzy suggested.

'It looks like the 4077th, from MASH,' Vicky said. Izzy nodded.

'It is,' she said.

'No way,' Vicky said. 'No way in hell. It's just a TV show.'

'What year are you from?' Izzy asked urgently. 'Maybe you came here the same way I did.'

'No way in hell. No. Nuh-uh. Not possible,' Vicky was saying over and over. She sat heavily onto a chair in the tent and it groaned loudly.

'Um, careful of the chair,' Izzy said. 'I think some prankster has been in here and--' The chair gave way and Vicky fell to the floor. 'It's not stable,' Izzy said. She went over to Vicky and helped her up. 'How do you know me?' Izzy asked, leading Vicky to her footlocker to sit down.

'You live a few streets over from me,' Vicky said faintly. 'You live with your Aunt, she found you on the streets of Sydney last year sometime.'

'Aunt Amy?' Izzy suggested. Vicky nodded. 'I haven't seen Aunt Amy for years. She lives over in America-'

'In South Carolina?' Vicky interrupted. Izzy nodded.

'Yeah, I think so,' she said. 'This is weird.'

'Not as weird as the time as when you tried telling me you'd spent the last six months in Korea, 1952,' Vicky said. 'Your Aunt wanted to send you to someone, but then you claimed it was just a dream. She'd thought you'd been into drugs on the streets.'

'I don't touch drugs,' Izzy scoffed. 'Wait, did you say that I said I'd been here for the last six months?' Vicky nodded after carefully thinking about Izzy's fast sentence. 'When I had a choice to go home or stay here, Aunt Amy must have been going to find me if I went back to Sydney,' Izzy muttered to herself. 'So if I'd gone back, I'd have ended up living with my Aunt.'

'Ugh, what are you going on about?' Vicky asked. 'You're making no sense.'

'Never mind,' Izzy said. 'The long and short of it is, we're at the 4077th, during the Korean War.'

'But MASH is a TV show,' Vicky said. 'You can't get sent into a TV show.'

'Ah, but it's not a TV show, this is real,' Izzy said. 'I don't know how, but we're here now.'

'So you really don't remember me?' Vicky asked. Izzy shook her head. 'I'm Vicky,' Vicky said, holding out a hand.

'Izzy,' Izzy replied, shaking it.

'So we're really in MASH, the TV show?' Vicky asked. Izzy nodded, and grinned.

'I'll show you around in the morning, if you like,' she said.

Izzy found she liked Vicky almost instantly. Her manner was slightly rude at times, her personality could be over the top, but she was also funny and someone to talk to from her own time, even if she was only fifteen.

The weather outside had calmed down by the time it got light, and Izzy decided to show Vicky around. Not that she needed it, being a MASH fan like herself; she'd know it better than her own home, as Izzy had done when she first appeared.

'Let's go to the Swamp,' Vicky begged. 'I wanna met Hawkeye and Trapper.'

'Wrong season,' Izzy said. 'Charles arrived here maybe two weeks ago. Anyway, BJ and Hawkeye were drinking last night, so they'll be in bed for hours. I want that to be my grand finale.' She led Vicky to the Post op first, where Charles was asleep, his head on the desk on the far wall. Izzy held her finger to her lips, and the two crept closer. Vicky poked Charles gently on the shoulder, as if checking to make sure he was real. He snorted in his sleep, and moved slightly, but didn't wake up. Vicky poked him again, slightly harder this time. Izzy grabbed her hand as she went to poke him a third time.

'Leave him alone, he's not as bad as you'd think,' Izzy hissed. Charles stirred, and both Izzy and Vicky jumped.

'He's waking up!' Vicky exclaimed.

'Hide,' Izzy said, pushing her towards the empty bed. Vicky was under the cot when Charles opened his eyes.

'What are you doing,' he growled, sitting up and stretching his limbs.

'Uh, waking you for breakfast,' Izzy said brightly. 'I didn't cook it this morning, but I hear it's army surplus eggs and bacon again.'

'A Winchester does not sleep on the job,' Charles said haughtily. He stood up. 'I knew you were here the moment you stepped in the door.'

'You keep telling yourself that, Charles,' Izzy called after him as he walked out.

'Not as bad as I'd think, huh?' Vicky asked.

'He's just annoyed cos I woke him,' Izzy said. 'He had a bad night last night, had to reopen a guy and almost lost him again after about four hours work.'

'Did you assist?' Vicky asked. Izzy stepped back in surprise.

'Me? Assist? I can't stand blood. Every time I go into the operating room while they're operating, I'm sick,' she said.

'Oh,' Vicky said. 'I don't blame you.'

Izzy grabbed Vicky's arm, took her outside and led her to Radar's office. The company clerk was still asleep, glasses on the framing of the tent, and teddy bear in one arm.

'He's so cute when he's asleep,' Vicky cooed. 'So innocent, so naive.' She paused to look at him for a moment. 'Wake him up!'

'Hey Radar,' Izzy said quietly, shaking his arm. 'Radar, get up.'

'Wha-?' Radar woke up with a start.

'Hey, just me,' Izzy said, calming him down.

'What are you doing, waking me up?' he said angrily, grabbing his glasses. He jammed them onto his face, and sort of stopped when he saw Vicky, watching him.

'Hey,' she said, giving a small wave.

'Radar, meet Vicky. She's, er, a friend of mine, I guess,' Izzy said, grinning.

'Whoa! Where'd she come from?' he asked, pulling his blanket up to his chin. Izzy shrugged.

'Same place as me, as far as we can tell,' she said.

'You were hit by a car, too?' Radar asked. Vicky shook her head.

'No, out in a thunder storm while walking the dog,' Vicky said. 'Wonder if he's ok…' she added thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling as though she was pondering this very statement.

'Anyway, don't tell anyone she's here. I want to show her around before getting her sent away,' Izzy said.

'I must be dreaming,' Radar said, lying down again. 'I've gotta be dreaming. No more midnight snacks from now on.'

'See ya, Radar,' Vicky said as Izzy pulled her out of Radar's office.

'Who now?' Izzy asked.

'Hawkeye and BJ!' Vicky said.

'I'll take you to see Father Mulcahy,' Izzy replied, walking ahead. Vicky followed her, half sulkily. Izzy knocked on Father Mulcahy's door.

'Come in,' the gentle voice of the priest called. Izzy pushed Vicky in.

'Hey, Father,' she said. 'Met a new friend of mine. She's, uh, staying indefinitely.'

'Any friend of Izzy's is a friend of the camps,' Mulcahy said, smiling gently at Vicky. Vicky smiled back, and shook his hand.

'I can't believe I'm here,' she gushed. 'It's so great to actually meet everyone!'

'Uh, I've told her all about everyone,' Izzy lied. Father Mulcahy's door banged open and Klinger walked in. Vicky gave a half scream when she saw him.

'Here's your mail, Father,' Klinger said, handing Father Mulcahy a few letters. He was wearing a pale blue knee-length dress with embedded flowers around the neck.

'Kinda scary in the flesh, isn't he?' Izzy asked Vicky amusedly.

'Who's that?' Klinger asked, spotting the younger girl.

'Vicky, she's a friend,' Izzy explained.

'Another Australian?' Klinger asked.

'No, American,' Vicky said. 'Love the dress, by the way. Nice material—did you make it yourself?' Izzy pulled Vicky out of the tent, trying not to laugh.

'Want to go see Margaret?' Izzy asked between sniggers.

'Hotlips Houlihan? Why not?' Vicky said, grinning one of her ever-famous evil Cheshire cat-grins she was so famous for back home. Izzy led Vicky towards Margaret's tent, and knocked.

'Who is it?' a voice snapped inside.

'Private Parker requesting to see you, ma'am!' Izzy yelled, doing her imitation of a "good" soldier. Margaret slammed the door to her tent open and glared at Izzy.

'What do you want?' she demanded.

'Just saying hi,' Izzy said, shrugging. Margaret slammed the door in their faces, having not noticed Vicky.

'She's cheerful,' Vicky muttered loudly.

'Just annoyed she hasn't seen Donald what's-his-face since they married,' Izzy replied. 'To the Swamp, now.' Vicky's face lit up at the suggestion.

'Oh yeah,' she said, rubbing her hands together. The two girls headed for the Swamp, passing Colonel Potter who was coming back from the latrines. Izzy saluted him smartly, and Vicky did the same. Potter returned the salute, then stopped.

'Who in blue blazes are you?' he asked.

'I'm showing the new nurse around,' Izzy replied. 'This is Lieutenant Victoria Turner.'

'Yo,' Vicky said, grinning and flashing him a peace sign.

'You're a little young to be a nurse,' Colonel Potter said.

'She's very smart for her age. Got into nursing years before she was meant to graduate,' Izzy said quickly. 'She could have made a surgeon.'

'Had to lie to get into the army,' Vicky added. Potter shook his head.

'We don't need more kids to look after!' he snapped. 'Report to my office when you've finished, Turner.' He strode off towards his office, and Vicky and Izzy both giggled.

'Good thinking,' Vicky said.

'I'm surprised he fell for it,' Izzy admitted. 'Come on, we'll go wake up Hawkeye and BJ.'

Izzy and Vicky headed for the Swamp, Vicky skipping with excitement. Izzy held her finger to her lips when they reached the Swamp's door. There was a smile on her face that might have passed for evil, and she slipped inside, the excited younger girl following her. Izzy tiptoed over to BJ's cot, and motioned for Vicky to go to Hawkeye's.

It was like they could read each other's minds. Both paused to grin at each other, took a deep breath, and hollered 'AIR RAID!' at the tops of their voices. Hawkeye fell out of his cot, and BJ jumped. Izzy and Vicky howled with laughter.

'It's Izzy,' Hawkeye said to BJ, lifting himself up from the ground.

'Izzy, what are you doing?' BJ demanded, rubbing his arm where he had hit it on the edge of his cot.

'Sorry, couldn't help it,' Izzy grinned. 'Guys, I'd like you to meet Vicky.' Vicky gave a small wave.

'Aloha,' she said. Hawkeye jumped when he saw the younger girl.

'Where'd she come from?' he demanded. Izzy shrugged, grinning.

'I don't know,' she replied happily.

'Who else knows she's here?' BJ asked.

'Oh, everyone,' Izzy said. 'Don't worry, it's not like she can join the army like I did. She's underage.'

'Well, I hope you guys can get me home soon,' Vicky said. 'I've got school on Monday, you know.'

'Not until we've had some fun,' Izzy said, grinning. 'It's not every day someone my own age appears in my tent.'

Vicky grinned in a rather cat-like manner. 'Yes,' she said sweetly. 'It'd be a damn shame to go back home without leaving a rather... Memorable impression here, wouldn't you say?'

'Rosie's bar,' Izzy said, opening the door.

'Nice,' Vicky said, nodding. The two girls walked up to the bar, and sat down on the stools.

'What'll it be?' the Korean woman behind the bar asked.

'The usual,' Izzy said.

'Beer,' Vicky said. 'So they don't ask for ID here, huh?' Izzy grinned and shook her head.

'No. They don't worry about your age when it comes to drinking, not even in the Officer's club. The army here is pretty relaxed,' she said. 'Of course, you should know that as much as I do.'

'Yeah, right,' Vicky said, grinning back. 'So what is the usual?' she asked as the barmaid put a bottle and a can onto the bar in front of them.

'Local wine,' Izzy replied, taking the bottle. 'Very sweet and very alcoholic. I try to stay away from it as much as I can, but I always end up having more than I thought.' She grinned and held up the bottle. 'To time warps. We wouldn't be here without them.' Vicky tapped Izzy's outstretched glass.

'I still say it's impossible,' Vicky said. Izzy shrugged with a grin. She already knew it was impossible.

A few hours and several drinks later, the two were still there, their words slurring together. They stumbled out of Rosie's Bar at closing time, giggling drunkenly.

'Hee hee... You know who I wish was here?' giggled Vicky as she leaned against her drunk friend.

'Who?' Izzy slurred.

'Ferret Face! Boy, I'da liked a chance to seriously screw his mind up...'

The two girls stared at each other for about 5 seconds before they burst into laughter.

'Ol' Ferret Face,' Izzy giggled. 'You know, we should do something to remember him by.'

(Note: the following goes to the tune of Frosty the Snowman, and some of it may not exactly rhyme, but don't worry, cause it's not suppose to—after all, it's sung by two drunk girls)

'Oh, Fran-kie, the ferret, was a snobby, sour soul,' Vicky suddenly began to sing in a horribly off-key voice.

'With two squinty eyes, and a huge ego, he looked like a hip—hic!—po!' sang Izzy. Vicky sang the next line.

'Frankie, the ferret, was a bona fide major they say. He loved on Maggie—'

'And ate Hot Pockets—' Izzy sang. Then the two girls fell into fits of drunken laughter, not caring about the many stares they were receiving from passing personnel. They stumbled away into the night, their singing growing louder and more jumbled as they went.

Izzy woke up in someone else's cot. She knew it wasn't her cot, because it didn't have her quilt on it, and there was too much light in the tent for it to be hers. She cautiously opened one bloodshot eye, but closed it quickly as the sun hit it. From what she could tell, she was in the Swamp. She opened her eyes again, cringing in the light. Vicky was snoring gently in Hawkeye's chair, her leg swung up on the arm rest, and her mouth open. Izzy closed her eyes again; it was too early to even think about moving.

'Wakey, wakey,' said a voice cheerfully.

'Get lost, Hawkeye,' Izzy groaned. 'We're hung over and tired.' BJ made a clucking noise.

'How many times have we told you, Izzy, it's not good for you to drink so much,' he said.

'I wasn't sick anywhere,' Izzy argued, sitting up slowly. 'Hey, get up,' she said, pushing Vicky's shoulder. The younger girl jumped.

'What the hell? Who the effin' hell is waking me up at this ungodly hour of the effin' mornin', God dammit!' Vicky shouted loudly at being woken up. 'Oh, god, it wasn't a dream.'

'Nope,' Izzy said. 'Room service sent up out wake up call. We've got an appointment at the Mess tent, remember?' Vicky stood up; her hangover didn't seem to be half as bad as Izzy's. Or maybe she was just good at hiding it.

'Let's go then,' Vicky said to Izzy, mentally wincing at the pain that suddenly shot through her brain. 'What are we waiting for?' Izzy groaned and pulled herself wearily out of the cot. Turned out it had been Hawkeye's cot, and Izzy vaguely wondered where he had spent the night. Possibly with a nurse in the supply room.

Izzy didn't quite understand Vicky's excitement to get to the Mess tent. She hadn't eaten there yesterday, their morning was too exciting for breakfast, and they'd gotten drunk instead of having dinner. For lunch, they had pigged out on BJ's food parcel from home. Maybe having a meal in the Mess tent for a fan of MASH was like drinking underage – everyone had to try it once.

Waiting in line, Izzy tried not to fall asleep. Vicky was talking animatedly to everyone around her, the corpsmen, the nurses, and the surgeons. It annoyed her that Vicky seemed to be so sunny that morning, even though she'd promised Izzy she wasn't a morning person. Maybe it was the idea of being at the 4077th.

The group collected their slop called breakfast and went and found a few seats together. Actually, Vicky, Hawkeye and BJ were at one table, Izzy had to sit on the next one, her back to them.

'Awww, is Izzy no longer the surgeon's pet?' Zale asked as he walked past.

'Stick it,' Izzy snapped, her headache pounding in her head. She didn't like Zale, and he didn't like her. There were disagreements when Izzy stood up for Klinger one time, and when Zale had refused to give her a requisition form for a new uniform when hers went missing. She had a sneaky suspicion that it had been him that had tampered with the chair in her tent, too. Zale left, laughing quietly to himself.

Izzy turned around and felt a twinge of jealousy as Hawkeye talked animatedly to Vicky. She loved having Vicky around, but she was annoyed at the attention Vicky was getting. The American girl was younger than her, and she had the sparkling, "new" look everyone has at one stage. She was from the same country as the others; Izzy could never have that kind of connection with them. Heck, she even seemed like more fun.

A spot on their table quickly came up as a corpsman finished eating, and abandoning her food, Izzy took the seat quickly.

'Let's go play baseball,' she said to Vicky, pointing to the compound where some of the other personnel playing. She felt if she had to sit there and listen to her and Hawkeye "bond" much longer, she'd go crazy with jealously.

'Ok,' Vicky agreed, pushing her tray away from her. 'This food is disgusting, anyway.' Hawkeye and BJ stood up with them.

'Count us in,' Hawkeye said. 'I haven't played baseball in years.'

'Neither have I,' BJ added, and Izzy groaned to herself. Australia didn't play softball, they were a cricket country. It was another thing Vicky could do that she couldn't. But Izzy was determined to get over her jealousy.

Within twenty minutes, Izzy had forgotten her resentment, and was enjoying herself immensely. Hawkeye was up to bat, and he hit the baseball over Izzy and Vicky's heads, and over the tents. The two girls ran for it as it flew through the air.

'I got it! I got it!' Izzy yelled, trying to keep track of it's flight path. Vicky was running for the ball too, and they tripped over each other in the stiff grass behind the nurses tents, laughing at each other.

Until the ball landed and blew up.

Both girls looked at the charred remains of the ball. Izzy stood up and looked around, growing pale as she realised what had happened.

'We're not…" Vicky asked. Izzy nodded, looking almost sick.

'Yeah, we're in the mine field,' she said. The two girls looked at each other silently for a minute.

'HELP! We're in the minefield!' both girls started screaming at the top of their lungs.

As we all know, fear messes with people's minds. This situation was no different. In a state of panic, the two girls were clutching each other fearfully as they screamed to the top of their lungs.

'My God, we're gonna die! Holy mother-effin' shit, WE ARE GOING TO DIE!' screamed Vicky.

'I don't want to die! I haven't pulled my latest prank yet!' Izzy wailed.

'WE DON'T WANNA DIE!' the two girls screamed together before burying their faces into the other's shoulder as they sobbed hysterically.

Hawkeye and BJ came running around the tents, and they skidded to a halt when they noticed where the girls were.

'Izzy! Vicky! Don't move,' Hawkeye yelled at them.

'HELP!' screamed Vicky once she saw the surgeon we all know and love.

Izzy mentally swore to herself that if she got out of this alive, she would personally set up some sort of fence around the stupid minefield.

'Right,' Izzy shouted back. 'How are you gonna get us out?'

'Do you remember where you stepped to get in there?' BJ yelled. Both girls looked at each other and shook their heads.

'No,' Vicky yelled back. She was trembling, believing she'd be there the rest of her now very short life.

'We can sort of see where we rolled,' Izzy said, pointing to the flattened grass. There was a distinct shake in her voice. 'There won't be any mines there.' She started walking forwards, Vicky behind her, their hands clamped tightly together.

'What are you doing? Stop moving!' Hawkeye yelled at them frantically. Izzy stopped at the edge of the flattened grass.

'Now what?' Vicky asked. Izzy shook her head. 'I suggest we don't blow up,' Vicky said.

'I'll go with that,' Izzy said.

'Stay there, we'll find a way to get you out!' Hawkeye yelled at them as BJ ran off to find someone.

'I never even went to see Colonel Potter in his office, you know,' Vicky said with a hysterical giggle. Izzy let out a laugh.

'Yeah, the army will be real mad if you don't sign the guest book,' she joked, trying to keep the fear away.

'What are you two laughing at? You're in a minefield!' Hawkeye yelled at them. Izzy took a deep breath to calm herself down.

'What are you going to do?' she yelled to him.

'We're still thinking about it,' he said, shrugging helplessly.

'What about a chopper to lift us out?' Vicky suggested to Izzy.

'What about a helicopter?' Izzy yelled out.

'For God's sakes, do SOMETHING, man! We are too young to die! I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN MY FIRST KISS YET!' Vicky roared, losing her cool for a moment.

'I don't think there are any here at the unit at the moment,' Hawkeye shouted.

'What if they get wounded? We could be stuck here for hours before anyone rescues us,' Vicky said.

'The only thing I can think of,' Izzy said slowly, 'is to risk it, and run out.'

'That's the best we've got?' Vicky yelled at her. Izzy looked at Vicky. She felt scared, more scared than she wanted to show. The sweat was running off her like she'd just come from the showers, and if she stayed there much longer, she'd probably start crying. If Vicky hadn't been there, she might have already started.

'Hawkeye, what if we just run straight out?' Izzy yelled.

'No way, absolutely not,' Hawkeye yelled back, shaking his head.

'We ran in,' Izzy said. Hawkeye continued to shake his head.

'We need a plan,' Vicky said. Izzy sat down, breathing heavily.

'I could walk out slowly, in front of you,' she said. 'Find a safe path. You could follow after me.'

'Yeah, and what if you get blown up?' Vicky asked.

'You've got more to live for than me,' Izzy said. 'You have a home, a family, a future.' Vicky was shaking her head.

'I'd rather a plan where we both made it out alive. Back home, you were one of the very few I could trust. You still are. If you died out here, Izzy, I don't know what I'd do. I'm not going to let you die,' she said, a slight shake in her voice. Izzy suddenly felt very guilty about her jealousy between Vicky and Hawkeye. After all, it didn't seem to matter much now, did it? The two girls hugged—very briefly, mind you—before standing up and facing towards Hawkeye.

Izzy sat down again and picked up a loose rock from near her foot and threw it towards the compound. It landed about halfway between Hawkeye and the girls, exploding another mine. Vicky and Izzy screamed, and it took them a moment to realise Hawkeye was yelling.

'What the hell are you doing?' he shouted. 'Where's Izzy? She didn't try running back, did she?' Izzy stood up.

'It was a rock,' she said. Hawkeye looked relieved.

'Don't either of you do that to me!' he yelled. BJ came jogging up to Hawkeye.

'One of the chopper pilots is coming from the front line now,' he yelled to them. 'Sit tight!'

'Oh thank god,' Izzy said. Vicky was still shaking from the mine going off.

'I don't like Korea any more,' Vicky mumbled. Izzy grinned at her nervously.

'While we wait, a few truth or dares, without the dares,' she said. 'What do you hate most?'

'Maths,' Vicky said. 'Oh crap, I have an Algebra test on Monday and I haven't studied for it yet!' She groaned loudly. Izzy giggled.

'Never mind,' she said. 'Ok how about…'

'No, it's my turn now,' Vicky said. 'Who's your favourite in the camp?'

'There is no way I could choose,' Izzy said, for some stupid reason, her eyes starting to tear up. She blinked quickly to keep the tears back. 'They're the family I never had.' She sniffed and smiled a little. 'Ok, biggest regret?'

'Playing baseball in a war zone,' Vicky said. 'Ok, I've got another one. What is the one thing you want in the whole world?' Vicky asked. Izzy was thoughtful a moment.

'For one person to believe I'm not crazy,' she said.

'You've got me,' Vicky said as the chopper could suddenly be heard.

'I bet you thought I was crazy back in South Carolina,' Izzy said. Vicky was quiet. 'Don't worry about it,' Izzy said, the helicopter now in view. 'I'd think I was crazy if I were in your shoes.'

The overhead chopper dropped down a rope ladder, and Izzy made Vicky get onto it first. They were lifted up slowly, and taken across to where Hawkeye and BJ were waiting, eyes squinting against the wind. The chopper let the two girls down gently, and Hawkeye and BJ hugged them both. BJ gave the chopper pilot a thumbs up, and the helicopter flew away.

'I'm glad you two kids are ok,' Hawkeye said.

'So are we,' Vicky said. Izzy found she was still shaking.

'I'm going to my tent,' she declared. 'You know, lie down, relax, catch up on missed sleep.' Vicky nodded enthusiastically.

'I'm with ya,' she said. They walked away together, leaning on each other for support. Back in Izzy's tent, the two girls collapsed onto the cot.

'That was scary,' Izzy said.

'Yeah,' Vicky replied, throwing an arm over her eyes to block out any light. She frowned and looked closely at her arm. 'Izzy, I'm fading!' Vicky exclaimed, sitting up hurriedly. Izzy sat up as well, and grabbed her friend's hand.

'No, you can't be,' Izzy said. Vicky was vanishing fast, and Izzy gripped her hand tightly. Suddenly, it wasn't there any more.

'Watch out for the enemy, Izzy,' Vicky said before she disappeared entirely.

'Vicky!' Izzy yelled. There was no reply, and Izzy sat heavily on her cot, breathing heavily. 'She must have gone home,' Izzy told herself. 'It's where she belongs.' This didn't stop tears sliding down her cheeks.

Hawkeye and BJ walked in to check up on the two girls.

'Where's Vicky?' BJ asked, looking around.

'She went home,' Izzy said, wiping her eye.

'How?' Hawkeye asked. Izzy shrugged.

'I don't know. Same way she got here, I guess,' she said. She saw Hawkeye and BJ exchange glances. Izzy knew that after a thorough search for Vicky was made, Sidney Freedman would be making another stop at the 4077th in the next few weeks to see her.

Vicky's eyes open.

'She's awake!' Izzy's Aunt Amy said. Vicky looked around confusedly. She was in a large white room, her grandparents, Izzy and Izzy's Aunt Amy looking excitedly at her.

'What happened?' Vicky asked, turning to Izzy.

'You were struck by lightning, sweetheart,' her grandmother said. She was looking pale, and almost normal. The safari hat kind of looked out of place.

'Don't crowd the girl,' her grandfather said. 'Leave her to talk to Izzy for a while, let her relax.'

'Don't excite her too much,' Amy told Izzy before leaving with the two elderly people.

'What happened?' Vicky repeated.

'You were out walking Maxie,' Izzy explained. 'You got hit by lightning, just outside our place, and I found you. Maxie's ok, but you've been out of it since the night before.' Vicky sat up.

'Do you know where I was?' she asked Izzy excitedly. Izzy shook her head, looking worried for her friend. 'I was in Korea. I was at the 4077th!' A flicker of recognition in Izzy's eyes.

'You must have hit your head a bit hard,' she said cautiously.

'Izzy, I was really there, like you were before,' Vicky said in a low voice. Izzy looked conflicted, like she didn't know whether to ask about it, or deny it.

'I was never at the 4077th,' Izzy said, turning away.

'You had your own tent, with magazine cut outs of Australia on the walls,' Vicky said. 'And a homemade patchwork quilt.' Izzy bit her tongue.

'I don't know…' she said slowly.

'It was you if you had stayed there,' Vicky said, sensing the older girl was weakening, 'instead of coming back to the future.' Izzy burst into tears.

'I was so stupid to tell Hawkeye about my life in Sydney,' she said. Vicky climbed out of the large bed, and wrapped an arm around Izzy's shuddering shoulders.

'Hey, you made up with Hawkeye, don't worry,' Vicky soothed. Izzy looked up, feeling slightly stupid in front of the younger girl.

'Yeah?' she asked. Vicky nodded.

'You're both happy there,' she said. Izzy wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up straight.

'Sorry. First that idiot dumped me, then you get hurt…' Izzy said. She grinned weakly. 'So, what happened in Korea?' Izzy asked. Vicky grinned, sat back on the bed and started telling Izzy what they had been up to.

Kooshball note: Firstly, I'd like to thank Kitty Kat-Chan for lending me her character, Vicky, who incidentally, has her own fic kind of similar to Izzy's own story. If you haven't read "What the Hell is going on?", I suggest you go read it now.

I'd like to thank Kitty a second time for proof reading and giving Vicky that little extra something that makes her an interesting character.

Finally, to everyone who has read, reviewed, or both, thank you for reading my work, reviews are the main thing that keeps me writing!