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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Charles finishes explaining the status of each of the patients remaining in post-op to Colonel Potter and then decides a shower would be the best way to clear the remaining cobwebs from his head.
Margaret comes running up beside him as he makes his way to the Swamp for his shower stuff.
"Hello Charles"
"Hello Margaret"
"Umm. How are you?"
"I'll be just fine as soon as I take a shower and yourself?"
"Never better, Never better."
They've reached the Swamp by now. Charles leans over and whispers something into Margaret's ear. She turns and merrily jogs away. Charles has a somewhat smug smile on his face.
Inside the Swamp B.J., Hawkeye, and the Captain are playing a game of fizzbin. Charles makes the mistake of leaving the smug smile on his face when he comes in.
"Charles, what are you so happy about?" B.J. asks.
"Do tell," Hawkeye smirks, " And since when do you whisper sweet nothings into Margaret's ear?"
"What I'm so happy about is beyond your two's comprehension," Charles responds getting just the slightest bit annoyed. He storms out of the Swamp with his shower stuff.
The three tent occupants burst out laughing.
"Is he always like that?" The Captain asks.
"Yes, and sometimes worse," Hawkeye howls.
"When do you think we should tell him we know?" B.J. inquires merrily.
The Captain sets down her cards, "I win and why do you two find this so funny?"
"I don't know," Hawkeye replies.
"You win again. Where did you learn this game?"
"From a man with a funny accent in the officer's club late one night a few months ago," The Captain replies disjointedly.
Hawkeye just kind of smiles at her. He know full well she's made that all up.
"You have no idea who that guy was?" B.J. asks.
"No, he didn't get onto the base through me. In fact it took him over an hour to teach me how to play since he barely knew any English."
B.J. isn't sure what to make of that, but he knows better than to think he's ever going to win, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to fight the rats for the latrine."
Now alone Hawkeye asks the Captain, "Where did you really learn this game?"
The Captain smiles mischievously, "I made it up."
This confuses Hawkeye.
The Captain leans in closer to make sure no one can hear, "It's a Starfleet tradition. The fourth year cadets make up a game they know the new recruits can never win. They end cleaning their quarters for a month. It's harmless fun."
"New recruits?" Hawkeye inquires never having considered the military implications of Voyager.
The Captain sighs. She knows how Hawkeye feels about the army, "It's voluntary and usually a childhood dream come true. We're explorers more or less," the Captain tries to assure him, "Even though the rest of the galaxy hasn't adopted such a peaceful attitude."
"So nothing is learned form all this," Hawkeye tries to stand up and react violently like he always does, but the Captain catches his hand. She looks into his eyes and sees his rage at all the useless death.
"Hawkeye, you may not see it within your lifetime, but the human race will one day look back and wonder what their ancestors were thinking. Change takes time and so it did, but out there we will find friends."
Hawkeye closes the gap between his head and the Captain's shoulder. He begins to cry. The Captain ponders why. Perhaps it is because he well never see the end of the nightmare or perhaps simply because that one day humans will not be the source of useless death. All the captain can do is hold him.
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The Doctor is sitting in the officer's club staring at a glass of scotch and rocks. He is watching the ice melt with only the amusement a hologram can poses. Luckily, it's still early in the evening so there aren't a lot of people to observe this strange occurrence. Well, that is until Klinger comes in. He interprets the Doctor's actions to be ones of depression and decides to cheer them both up. Though by Klinger's appearance it doesn't look like he needs anymore cheering up.
"Hey, you want to come to Rosie's with me?"
The Doctor looks up, "Rosie's?"
"It's a place down the road. Real nice."
Klinger through his drunken haze realizes that he is speaking to one of the "aliens" that has gotten him into so much trouble. He picks up the Doctor's drink and throws it at him. The Doctor is not sure what to make of this. His lack of reaction angers Klinger. He attacks the Doctor, punching him on the chest. The Doctor just stands there thinking, "This is silly. I'm a hologram." Father Mulcahy comes to the rescue, having just entered the officer's club. Igor follows with a case of beer in his arms, wondering how this had started. He had only been gone a few minutes.
"My son, my son, violence is not the answer," Mulcahy tries to calm him down.
"It's them! It's them!" is all Klinger can shout hysterically.
"Come on Klinger. I'm taking you to the showers. We've got to get you sobered up." Mulcahy struggles to get him out the door.
The Doctor needlessly straightens his uniform and strolls past the still frozen Igor. "Where are Mr. Paris and Lt. Commander Tuvok," He thinks, "Their plan obviously isn't working."
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Please review! Thank you to those who have reviewed.
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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Charles finishes explaining the status of each of the patients remaining in post-op to Colonel Potter and then decides a shower would be the best way to clear the remaining cobwebs from his head.
Margaret comes running up beside him as he makes his way to the Swamp for his shower stuff.
"Hello Charles"
"Hello Margaret"
"Umm. How are you?"
"I'll be just fine as soon as I take a shower and yourself?"
"Never better, Never better."
They've reached the Swamp by now. Charles leans over and whispers something into Margaret's ear. She turns and merrily jogs away. Charles has a somewhat smug smile on his face.
Inside the Swamp B.J., Hawkeye, and the Captain are playing a game of fizzbin. Charles makes the mistake of leaving the smug smile on his face when he comes in.
"Charles, what are you so happy about?" B.J. asks.
"Do tell," Hawkeye smirks, " And since when do you whisper sweet nothings into Margaret's ear?"
"What I'm so happy about is beyond your two's comprehension," Charles responds getting just the slightest bit annoyed. He storms out of the Swamp with his shower stuff.
The three tent occupants burst out laughing.
"Is he always like that?" The Captain asks.
"Yes, and sometimes worse," Hawkeye howls.
"When do you think we should tell him we know?" B.J. inquires merrily.
The Captain sets down her cards, "I win and why do you two find this so funny?"
"I don't know," Hawkeye replies.
"You win again. Where did you learn this game?"
"From a man with a funny accent in the officer's club late one night a few months ago," The Captain replies disjointedly.
Hawkeye just kind of smiles at her. He know full well she's made that all up.
"You have no idea who that guy was?" B.J. asks.
"No, he didn't get onto the base through me. In fact it took him over an hour to teach me how to play since he barely knew any English."
B.J. isn't sure what to make of that, but he knows better than to think he's ever going to win, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to fight the rats for the latrine."
Now alone Hawkeye asks the Captain, "Where did you really learn this game?"
The Captain smiles mischievously, "I made it up."
This confuses Hawkeye.
The Captain leans in closer to make sure no one can hear, "It's a Starfleet tradition. The fourth year cadets make up a game they know the new recruits can never win. They end cleaning their quarters for a month. It's harmless fun."
"New recruits?" Hawkeye inquires never having considered the military implications of Voyager.
The Captain sighs. She knows how Hawkeye feels about the army, "It's voluntary and usually a childhood dream come true. We're explorers more or less," the Captain tries to assure him, "Even though the rest of the galaxy hasn't adopted such a peaceful attitude."
"So nothing is learned form all this," Hawkeye tries to stand up and react violently like he always does, but the Captain catches his hand. She looks into his eyes and sees his rage at all the useless death.
"Hawkeye, you may not see it within your lifetime, but the human race will one day look back and wonder what their ancestors were thinking. Change takes time and so it did, but out there we will find friends."
Hawkeye closes the gap between his head and the Captain's shoulder. He begins to cry. The Captain ponders why. Perhaps it is because he well never see the end of the nightmare or perhaps simply because that one day humans will not be the source of useless death. All the captain can do is hold him.
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The Doctor is sitting in the officer's club staring at a glass of scotch and rocks. He is watching the ice melt with only the amusement a hologram can poses. Luckily, it's still early in the evening so there aren't a lot of people to observe this strange occurrence. Well, that is until Klinger comes in. He interprets the Doctor's actions to be ones of depression and decides to cheer them both up. Though by Klinger's appearance it doesn't look like he needs anymore cheering up.
"Hey, you want to come to Rosie's with me?"
The Doctor looks up, "Rosie's?"
"It's a place down the road. Real nice."
Klinger through his drunken haze realizes that he is speaking to one of the "aliens" that has gotten him into so much trouble. He picks up the Doctor's drink and throws it at him. The Doctor is not sure what to make of this. His lack of reaction angers Klinger. He attacks the Doctor, punching him on the chest. The Doctor just stands there thinking, "This is silly. I'm a hologram." Father Mulcahy comes to the rescue, having just entered the officer's club. Igor follows with a case of beer in his arms, wondering how this had started. He had only been gone a few minutes.
"My son, my son, violence is not the answer," Mulcahy tries to calm him down.
"It's them! It's them!" is all Klinger can shout hysterically.
"Come on Klinger. I'm taking you to the showers. We've got to get you sobered up." Mulcahy struggles to get him out the door.
The Doctor needlessly straightens his uniform and strolls past the still frozen Igor. "Where are Mr. Paris and Lt. Commander Tuvok," He thinks, "Their plan obviously isn't working."
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