Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or M*A*S*H. I certainly am not making
any money by writing this story.
Author's note: This story ignores the relationship between Seven and Chakotay in the last episode of Voyager. Also, I began writing this before Homecoming and its sequel were published.
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The next morning the Captain and her three companions stand around their now working jeep. They are discussing last minute details.
Tuvok states, "Captain, this vehicle does not look very stable."
Tom responds, "Don't worry Tuvok we're only going a few hundred meters.
The Captain enters the conversation, "Either way let's get going."
They all climb into the jeep and wonder how anyone could stand sitting in these things. Someone reminds the Doctor to put his mobile emitter inside his clothing and off they go.
At the 4077th Father Mulcahy is running laps, when he sees a jeep driving up the rode to camp. He runs into Colonel Potter's office.
"Colonel, are we expecting any visitors?"
"No, Father."
"I don't think the people in the jeep out there know that."
The Colonel, Father, and Radar go into the compound to welcome the visitors.
The four visitors from Voyager climb out of the jeep to face their welcoming party.
"Welcome to the 4077th", Begins Colonel Potter, "What can we do for you?"
Janeway shakes Colonel Potter's hand," I'm Lt. Colonel Janeway. This Captain Doctor Joseph Smith, Corporal Thomas Paris, and Corporal Trent Tuvok. We are supposed to replace officers at the 4083rd, but we were shipped from the states about two weeks too early. We were sent to assist the 4077th temporarily." The Captain hands him their replicated papers.
The Colonel glances at the papers and wonders if the army intends to tell him anything. Then hands them to Radar. "This is Corporal Radar O'Reilly my company clerk and Father Francis Mulcahy. Why don't I let Radar show you to your tents and then I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff." The Colonel nudges Radar and he goes running off leaving the four of them to follow.
Radar looks down at his clipboard and asks, "Who are you guys again?"
The Captain of course responds, "I'm Lt. Colonel Kathryn Janeway, this Capt. Dr. Joseph Smith, Corp Thomas Paris a medic, and Corp Trent Tuvok, my company clerk.
Radar nods and finishes writing something down. He then walks to the Swamp.
"Captain Smith this is where you'll be sleeping." The doctor looks a little nervous at being alone, but ducks into the tent with his bag.
Next they stop at Margaret Houlihan's tent. Radar gulps and knocks on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me Radar."
"What do you want?"
"We have a guest in camp and she has to sleep somewhere"
Margaret comes to the door and looks out. " You'll have to send an extra bunk over later"
Radar nods looking a little less worried and then goes off to deposit Tom and Tuvok in another part of camp.
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Colonel Potter turns to Father Mulcahy, "You'd at least think that I-Corp would send word ahead."
Father thinks for a moment, " Colonel only God knows that. We can only be grateful for the help they can add."
The Colonel nods and they wander off to separate parts of camp. Rizzo can be seen driving the jeep away.
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The Doctor looks warily around the tent. The place is relatively quiet for the moment. Hawkeye and B.J. are still passed out from last night's binge. Charles, of course, is still in post-op. The Doctor sets his belongings beside the empty bunk in the back corner. He sits down to get a bearing on his new surroundings. The smell of alcohol in the air tells him that the two sleeping bodies probably aren't going to be awake for quite awhile. The Doctor ponders how long it will take for his new bunkmates to sleep off what they had drunk. He is also curious as to whom else he shares a tent with. The man is obliviously a lot neater than the other two. He decides there is nothing to do, but wait.
------------ In Margaret's tent the scene is a little bit different. They had gotten busy right away at clearing a spot for the Captain's bunk. They hadn't said much to each other yet, but Margaret decides to break the silence.
"Are you regular army?"
The captain places the object on the floor that she had been moving, "What?"
Margaret thinks she didn't hear the question instead of not understanding it, "Are you regular army or were you drafted", she repeats.
The captain thinks of an answer hoping she gets the question.
"I was drafted."
"When"
"At the beginning of the war, but I've spent my time in the states."
"Who'd you tick off to get sent here?"
The Captain thinks for a moment as she tries to bend Mr. Paris's profile to fit the question, "All I know is someone thought my command ability would be perfect for a Mash Unit and next thing I know I'm over here."
Margaret thinks for a moment, "By the way what are you doing at the 4077th."
"Someone really didn't like me because my traveling companions and I were shipped over here two weeks early. The powers that be decided that this was as good a place as any for us to stay."
Margaret laughs at this, "Where are you headed then?"
"I'm suppose to command the 4083rd if I ever get there."
"That's the army for you."
"Where are you from?"
Margaret begins her story that we've all heard so many times before. The Captain is glad that the subject is no longer her. She was afraid Margaret was going to start asking questions she didn't know the answers to.
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Lt. Paris was lost. The tent he had put his belongings into was on the far side of camp. The rows of green tents looked all very much alike to him, which made finding his crewmates impossible. Neither could he find his way back to his own tent. However, He spots someone and decides to ask for directions. As he gets closer his mouth drops open causing him to stop in his tracks. It was a man, he thought, wearing a dress, high heels, and a very pretty hat. Tom decided 24th century values and all this man was strange.
By this time Klinger had spotted Tom and approaches him mumbling in an invented language. Tom looks at him in awe. Klinger smacks himself in the head and then says, "Sorry, the aliens are transmitting strange sounds into my head. Can I help you?"
Tom looks at him warily, "Can you tell me where my friends are?"
Klinger looks puzzled, "Your friends?"
Tom realizes that he hasn't been told about them yet and thinks for a moment, "The Swamp?"
Klinger points at a tent and Tom spots the sign on the front. Klinger wanders off mumbling again leaving Tom to walk to the tent.
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Tuvok having an excellent sense of direction, memory, and logic had managed to make his way to the company clerk's office. He had decided if that was what he was suppose to be then he might as well do that and hopefully discover some useful information in the process.
Radar hears Tuvok enter and wonders what to do with him. He concludes that he would just have to explain his filing system to him and hope the poor man understood it. Tuvok by this time having reached Radar asks if he can be of assistance. Radar begins a whirlwind lecture on filing that even Tuvok is hard pressed to understand.
Author's note: This story ignores the relationship between Seven and Chakotay in the last episode of Voyager. Also, I began writing this before Homecoming and its sequel were published.
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The next morning the Captain and her three companions stand around their now working jeep. They are discussing last minute details.
Tuvok states, "Captain, this vehicle does not look very stable."
Tom responds, "Don't worry Tuvok we're only going a few hundred meters.
The Captain enters the conversation, "Either way let's get going."
They all climb into the jeep and wonder how anyone could stand sitting in these things. Someone reminds the Doctor to put his mobile emitter inside his clothing and off they go.
At the 4077th Father Mulcahy is running laps, when he sees a jeep driving up the rode to camp. He runs into Colonel Potter's office.
"Colonel, are we expecting any visitors?"
"No, Father."
"I don't think the people in the jeep out there know that."
The Colonel, Father, and Radar go into the compound to welcome the visitors.
The four visitors from Voyager climb out of the jeep to face their welcoming party.
"Welcome to the 4077th", Begins Colonel Potter, "What can we do for you?"
Janeway shakes Colonel Potter's hand," I'm Lt. Colonel Janeway. This Captain Doctor Joseph Smith, Corporal Thomas Paris, and Corporal Trent Tuvok. We are supposed to replace officers at the 4083rd, but we were shipped from the states about two weeks too early. We were sent to assist the 4077th temporarily." The Captain hands him their replicated papers.
The Colonel glances at the papers and wonders if the army intends to tell him anything. Then hands them to Radar. "This is Corporal Radar O'Reilly my company clerk and Father Francis Mulcahy. Why don't I let Radar show you to your tents and then I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff." The Colonel nudges Radar and he goes running off leaving the four of them to follow.
Radar looks down at his clipboard and asks, "Who are you guys again?"
The Captain of course responds, "I'm Lt. Colonel Kathryn Janeway, this Capt. Dr. Joseph Smith, Corp Thomas Paris a medic, and Corp Trent Tuvok, my company clerk.
Radar nods and finishes writing something down. He then walks to the Swamp.
"Captain Smith this is where you'll be sleeping." The doctor looks a little nervous at being alone, but ducks into the tent with his bag.
Next they stop at Margaret Houlihan's tent. Radar gulps and knocks on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me Radar."
"What do you want?"
"We have a guest in camp and she has to sleep somewhere"
Margaret comes to the door and looks out. " You'll have to send an extra bunk over later"
Radar nods looking a little less worried and then goes off to deposit Tom and Tuvok in another part of camp.
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Colonel Potter turns to Father Mulcahy, "You'd at least think that I-Corp would send word ahead."
Father thinks for a moment, " Colonel only God knows that. We can only be grateful for the help they can add."
The Colonel nods and they wander off to separate parts of camp. Rizzo can be seen driving the jeep away.
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The Doctor looks warily around the tent. The place is relatively quiet for the moment. Hawkeye and B.J. are still passed out from last night's binge. Charles, of course, is still in post-op. The Doctor sets his belongings beside the empty bunk in the back corner. He sits down to get a bearing on his new surroundings. The smell of alcohol in the air tells him that the two sleeping bodies probably aren't going to be awake for quite awhile. The Doctor ponders how long it will take for his new bunkmates to sleep off what they had drunk. He is also curious as to whom else he shares a tent with. The man is obliviously a lot neater than the other two. He decides there is nothing to do, but wait.
------------ In Margaret's tent the scene is a little bit different. They had gotten busy right away at clearing a spot for the Captain's bunk. They hadn't said much to each other yet, but Margaret decides to break the silence.
"Are you regular army?"
The captain places the object on the floor that she had been moving, "What?"
Margaret thinks she didn't hear the question instead of not understanding it, "Are you regular army or were you drafted", she repeats.
The captain thinks of an answer hoping she gets the question.
"I was drafted."
"When"
"At the beginning of the war, but I've spent my time in the states."
"Who'd you tick off to get sent here?"
The Captain thinks for a moment as she tries to bend Mr. Paris's profile to fit the question, "All I know is someone thought my command ability would be perfect for a Mash Unit and next thing I know I'm over here."
Margaret thinks for a moment, "By the way what are you doing at the 4077th."
"Someone really didn't like me because my traveling companions and I were shipped over here two weeks early. The powers that be decided that this was as good a place as any for us to stay."
Margaret laughs at this, "Where are you headed then?"
"I'm suppose to command the 4083rd if I ever get there."
"That's the army for you."
"Where are you from?"
Margaret begins her story that we've all heard so many times before. The Captain is glad that the subject is no longer her. She was afraid Margaret was going to start asking questions she didn't know the answers to.
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Lt. Paris was lost. The tent he had put his belongings into was on the far side of camp. The rows of green tents looked all very much alike to him, which made finding his crewmates impossible. Neither could he find his way back to his own tent. However, He spots someone and decides to ask for directions. As he gets closer his mouth drops open causing him to stop in his tracks. It was a man, he thought, wearing a dress, high heels, and a very pretty hat. Tom decided 24th century values and all this man was strange.
By this time Klinger had spotted Tom and approaches him mumbling in an invented language. Tom looks at him in awe. Klinger smacks himself in the head and then says, "Sorry, the aliens are transmitting strange sounds into my head. Can I help you?"
Tom looks at him warily, "Can you tell me where my friends are?"
Klinger looks puzzled, "Your friends?"
Tom realizes that he hasn't been told about them yet and thinks for a moment, "The Swamp?"
Klinger points at a tent and Tom spots the sign on the front. Klinger wanders off mumbling again leaving Tom to walk to the tent.
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Tuvok having an excellent sense of direction, memory, and logic had managed to make his way to the company clerk's office. He had decided if that was what he was suppose to be then he might as well do that and hopefully discover some useful information in the process.
Radar hears Tuvok enter and wonders what to do with him. He concludes that he would just have to explain his filing system to him and hope the poor man understood it. Tuvok by this time having reached Radar asks if he can be of assistance. Radar begins a whirlwind lecture on filing that even Tuvok is hard pressed to understand.