AUTHOR'S NOTE I know it's a little late to add Henry in, but I wanted him to at least know of the twins, even if he's not close friends with them like Hawk and Trap. It would have been better if it was Col. Potter I think, but when I started writing it, I wrote it specifically for Hawk and Trap as opposed to Hawk and BJ.

DISCLAIMER Still don't own them.

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There was a lot to think about. Muggles weren't supposed to know anything about magic and Fred and George had just told two a great deal. It wasn't as if they had a choice, but they couldn't help but feel guilty.

Hawkeye and Trapper seemed to believe them. Of course, their drunken display probably helped on that front. But the two surgeons couldn't help them figure out what to do next.

The twins returned to their side-by-side beds in Post-Op. They were quiet for a minute. "We're in 1951," George mentioned.

"Yeah." They were quiet again.

"He's out there somewhere."

Fred squeezed his eyes shut. "I know."

The nurses and other patients paid them no attention, which they liked. "We could stop him," George said quietly.

Fred looked at his twin sharply. "Are you bloody insane?"

"Fred, think about it! Think about all the lives we'd save! We could stop You-Know-Who before he's even a threat!"

"This is why people like us aren't allowed to have Time Turners." Fred glared at his twin. "We so much as lay a hand on Riddle in 1951 and who knows what would happen to our world?"

George's voice broke. "But no one would have to die! Charlie, Percy, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Angelina, Harry's mum and dad, Cho, Professor Flitwick…"

Fred has spent so long trying not to think of the war, but now it was impossible. It hurt so much to think about everyone who'd been lost. "I'd give anything for all of them to live again. But by killing Riddle now, we could create a world in the future where we don't even exist!" He fought against tears. "It's too risky."

…

Trapper dropped down next to Hawkeye in the mess tent. Sighing, he turned to his tentmate. "What do you think?"

The handsome, Maine-born surgeon shrugged heavily. "I have no idea. Is this even happening? How can we have wizards among us?" He dropped his voice at that last part. "There could be more of them here in camp!"

Trapper snorted. "Anyone ever tell you that paranoia makes you sound like Frank Burns?"

Hawkeye gasped. That was the ultimate insult. "That hurts!"

"It's true, though. Look Hawk, Fred and George are no different that us, besides the fact that they have magic powers."

"That's a pretty big fact to besides." Hawkeye leaned back. "What should we do with them?"

Trapper's eyes fixed on someone across the Mess Tent and lit up dangerously. Hawkeye followed his gaze to Frank and Hot Lips eating together. He grinned. He knew.

This would be fun.

…

Hawkeye and Trapper led the twins into Radar's office. "Henry!" Hawkeye called as they bounded into his office.

"Yo!" someone called.

George looked at Fred. "Yo?" Fred shrugged.

Hawkeye and Trapper dropped into chairs by the Colonel's desk. A slightly older man was relaxing with his feet on his desk. "You know, this is my office, not your personal lounge!" He was trying to sound commanding, but he obviously didn't mind the doctors' visit.

"Henry, there's someone we'd like you to meet," Hawkeye said, indicating Fred and George in the doorway.

"Oh." Henry did a double take when he saw the twins. They grinned at each other. Many people reacted that way. "Nice to meet you two."

"This one," Trapper said, indicating George, "is Hawk's nameless patient from last week."

"George Weasley," George said, shaking Henry's hand. "And my brother Fred."

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake, Commanding Officer of the 4077th." Henry smiled. "I'm a surgeon, too."

"Or so he thinks," Hawkeye commented with a grin.

"We don't have the heart to tell him it's all make-believe," Trapper added.

"Oh come on, you guys!" Henry whined. "Show a little respect! I am your commanding officer after all!"

"That's what you think…" Hawkeye sang.

Henry glared at Hawkeye, but spared himself further insult by not saying anything. Instead, he turned his attention back to the twins. "So what outfit are you two with?"

The twins looked at each other. "Uh…"

"They're civilians, Henry," Trapper supplied.

"Oh!" Henry straightened in his chair. "Well, I hope very much that you're enjoying your stay." Hawkeye snickered. Henry blushed. "I mean, uh, as much, you know, as you could with the wound and everything."

"Henry, do us all a favor and stop talking," Trapper remarked.

"Stuff it, McIntyre!" Henry snapped. He turned back to the twins. "Now that you're healed, I suppose we can put you up in the VIP tent until you can arrange to go back to Britain."

Fred and George looked at each other. "Sure," they said together.

But Hawkeye jumped in. With a glance at Trapper, he said, "Actually Henry, we had another idea…"

…

Frank Burns trudged across the compound toward his tent. He hated his tentmates and hated living in "the Swamp." He never found peace, quiet, or relaxation there.

"What in God's name is going on here?" he sputtered when he reached the Swamp. Orderlies were just finishing moving in a second cot in the tent's unused corner.

"New bunkmates, Frank," Trapper explained, grinning.

"Oh!" Frank's hopes rose. Maybe these new doctors would see Pierce and McIntyre for the miscreants they were.

The tent's door banged open again. "Hi honey, we're home!" Hawkeye announced.

"You'd like to think so!" Frank snapped. "For your information, Pierce, we are getting two new bunkmates and I'm not going to let your or McIntyre corrupt them!"

Trapper glanced at Hawkeye, who looked innocently at Frank. "I've already met them, Frank! Fine young men they are, exemplary of the British!"

Frank's hope faltered. "British?"

"Hello mate!" Fred said, grinning as he came up beside Hawkeye.

"It's such a privilege to bunk with such an esteemed surgeon!" George commented, bowing low to Frank before he and Fred started snickering.

Frank glowered at the redheads, utterly insulted. "I helped save your life!" he sputtered at George.

"Uh, in case you don't remember, Frank," Hawkeye interrupted. "Mr. Weasley here was my patient. I'm the one who was up to my elbows in his side."

Fred shuddered and reached for his twin's hand. Hearing anything about George's injury still made him physically sick. When the twins were little, they would hold hands all the time, but now it was only a security blanket. George squeezed his twin's hand reassuringly.

Frank glared at the two brothers, Pierce, and McIntyre. "Nerts to you!" he cried before feeling the tent again.

Hawkeye fell into fits of laughter on his cot. Hearing Frank say that never failed to crack him up.

"Always that chipper, is he?" Fred asked.

"Oh yes." Hawkeye grinned at the twins. "And we are going to have a lot of fun with him!"