AUTHOR'S NOTE Sorry it's been so long! Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. This chapter and the next are where the fun really begins, hehe.

DISCLAIMER Don't own them.

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"This is bloody ridiculous!" George complained. He'd been in bed for the past three days straight. For the first day after the surgery, it had been fun to have pretty nurses waiting on him, but he'd quickly gotten bored.

Fred looked sympathetically at his twin. He'd been sleeping in the bed next to George's, but spent the days getting to know people in the camp and learning about Muggle warfare. He'd learned that dog tags were metal chips worn around the neck for identification. And he found that "return to your outfit" meant returning to battle.

He'd shared this information with George, of course. The two became well-known throughout the camp, as identical twins had never come through the 4077th before. But no one knew anything more about them.

Dr. Pierce approached the bed. Ever since that first day, he insisted that the twins call him "Hawkeye." He was accompanied by Dr. McIntyre, another surgeon whom they'd come to know. He insisted on being called only "Trapper."

There was a third surgeon who worked in the Post-Op ward: a weak, sniveling man named Dr. Burns. Neither of the twins liked him much. He had far too many Slytherin qualities for their tastes.

"Hey Fred, George," Hawkeye said as he sat on an empty cot beside George. Trapper stood at the end of George's bed.

"Hello," the twins greeted them in unison.

Hawkeye and Trapper looked at each other before continuing. "Uh…" Hawkeye began. "We need some information from you two. We've been calling everyone we can think of: I-Corps, the UN, British units in the area. No one knows anything about you two."

Fred and George gulped just slightly. "Really?" George asked.

"Yeah. We just need to know the basics. Your unit, where you come from…"
"Your last names," Trapper broke in.

"Weasley," George answered. "Our last name is Weasley."

Fred wondered if it was a good idea to tell the doctors their real last name, but it wasn't as though they had a real choice. "And we don't have a unit," he said. "We're civilians." He hoped he'd used the word right. It was one he'd picked up around camp.
"Civilians?" Trapped asked, surprised. "From where?"

"We told you before we're from Britain."

"What are British civilians doing in a war zone?" Hawkeye asked a little suspiciously. He was appalled to realize that he sounded a lot like Frank Burns.

Fred and George just looked at each other. "Uh…"

"We…well…"

"We're…"

"We don't know," Fred finally said.

Hawkeye and Trapper looked confused. "You don't know?" Hawkeye repeated.

"No," George answered, making things up as he went along. "We work for the Ministry of Ma – " He cut short when Fred elbowed him.

"The Ministry of Ma…mathematics!" Fred covered, referring to some Muggle word he'd heard somewhere. He had no idea what it meant. "They sent us here with instructions to…"

"To work on a research project," George finished. "We were supposed to meet up with the Ministry's contingent here and they would explain the project."

"That's the government for you," Trapper commented.

The twins laughed nervously. "Yes it is," Fred said.

Hawkeye stood up. "Well, I suppose we'll have to find a place in camp for you to stay." He looked to George. "You won't have to stay in Post-Op much longer. Your side seems to be healing fine."

George grinned. "Thank Merlin!"

Fred glared at him as the surgeons looked at each other, confused. When they left, he smacked his twin in the head.

"Ow! Fred!" George complained.

"Did Mum and Dad teach you nothing? You know Muggles get suspicious if we mention Merlin!" Fred hissed.

George scoffed. "How would a Muggle know anything about Merlin?"

Shrugging, Fred just said, "Some guy wrote a novel about him and King Arthur. But keep your mouth shut! We're in enough trouble without them getting suspicious."

"We aren't in any trouble!" George said easily. "I'm almost healed and they don't suspect anything."

"I guess," Fred said doubtfully. "But I think the sooner we get out of here and find other wizards, the better."

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The twins couldn't do anything about locating other wizards until George had healed. So they waited. Unfortunately, Muggle medicine was very slow in comparison to magic. On the day that George was sure he was going to hex the next nurse to ask him how he was feeing, Hawkeye came over to his bed with a smile.

"How's it look?" George asked.

Hawkeye just grinned at him. "You're free to go!" he announced.

George looked at Fred, not sure he'd heard him right. "What?"

"Your side is healed. You're officially released."

George let out a whoop of excitement, thoroughly upsetting the nurse on duty. "So I can go?" he asked eagerly.

"Sure." Hawkeye suddenly turned serious. "But it's not safe for two civilians in this area. We'll have to arrange for a transport. You're released from the hospital, though."

"Wicked!"

"Hey," Fred spoke up suddenly. "Can George and I get a tour of the camp?"

Hawkeye looked a little surprised. "Sure. Trap and I would be glad to do it. I get off Post-Op duty in another 45 minutes."

George looked at his brother curiously after Hawkeye left. Fred shrugged. "I'm a little bit curious about how they get along without magic," he admitted.

George nodded. Might turn out to be an interesting visit after all.