AUTHOR'S NOTE This is the last chapter in Korea – there's an epilogue to come in a few days about what the twins do when they get back to 1999. So I hope you've enjoyed this story and hope you enjoy this last little bit!

DISCLAIMER Yet again, I still don't own them.

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"They aren't crazy."

Henry grinned. "Well then it's all settled! Thank you Major." He stood up to shake Sidney's hand.

"Colonel," Hot Lips spoke up. "I must protest!"

"Big surprise," Trapper grumbled.

Hot Lips glared. "Doctor Freedman, you can't possibly tell me that being in a war zone won't have an adverse effect on civilians! I'm worried for them as much as I'm worried for us."

"That's very kind of you, Major," Sidney said. "And I hear what you're saying. I'm planning on discussing with Fred and George their return home." He caught Hawkeye and Trapper exchanging a look. "I promise that they are in no immediate danger and will be long gone before they would be."

"See?" Henry added.

Hot Lips opened her moth, but Sidney cut her off. "Don't worry so much, Major! It only leads to premature gray hair. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"

Hot Lips put an unconscious hand to her hair, eliciting smirks from Hawkeye and Trapper. "Henry, you have my word," Sidney promised. "The Weasley boys will return home in no time."

"Good. Dismissed!" Henry said happily.

Hawkeye and Trapper followed Sidney out. "Hello boys," Sidney said.

"Hi," Hawkeye said, sounding slightly nervous. "So how did your talk with the twins go?"

Sidney smiled to himself. "It went fine."

"Find out anything interesting?" Trapper asked offhandedly.

"Why don't we go to the VIP tent and talk?" Sidney suggested. "I think prying ears shouldn't hear what's really wrong with the twins," he added with an ominous look.

"Uh-huh," Hawkeye said. He and Trapper followed the psychiatrist into the VIP tent somewhat apprehensively. "Look, Sidney," Hawkeye started.

But as soon as the tent door was closed, Sidney whirled around with his wand in hand. "Put your hands in the air!" he commanded. The two surgeons, too shocked to react, immediately threw their hands up. Sidney lost his composure and doubled over in laughter.

Hawkeye and Trapper just stared, flabbergasted. Once Sidney contained himself, he gasped, "I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it!"

"You…? You're a?" Hawkeye babbled.

"A wizard, yes." Sidney grinned and threw his wand on the bed. "I was living in New York when they drafted me. Even wizards can't avoid the draft board."

Hawkeye and Trapper sat down silently. They just watched Sidney in shock. "I guess not," Trapper finally said.

Sidney shrugged. "They saw that I'd studied psychiatry at a normal medical school and here I am."

"Why didn't you ever tell us?" asked Hawkeye.

"Well, we don't generally like Muggles to know we exist. Muggles are non-magic people," he quickly added.

Hawkeye nodded. "We're familiar with the term. The twins, uh, they explained it. How did you know we knew?"

"Boys," Sidney scolded. "I am still a psychiatrist, even if I am a wizard. You two obviously knew when I mentioned the Weasley boys going home."

Trapped looked at Sidney worriedly. "Any ideas on that? They told us that their time thing was broken."

Sidney's brow furrowed. "I'm worried about them," he admitted. "They've been through their own war and the effects are wearing on them. Being back in a war zone isn't helping."

"Can you fix their machine?" Hawkeye asked.

Sidney shrugged. "Time Turners were never my specialty. The Ministry only lets certain people have access to them."

"The Ministry?"

"The Ministry of Magic. It's our form of government – every country has their own."

"What about going to South Korea's Ministry?" Trapper suggested. "Wouldn't they help?"

Sidney shook his head. "What Fred and George did was highly illegal. The South Korean Ministry hasn't figured out that they're here yet. The same goes for their own Ministry in England. If they were found out…" Sidney shuddered.

"Bad?" Hawkeye asked.

"The Wizard prison in England is legendary. No one who goes in there ever gets out."

Hawkeye swallowed nervously. "Well I just operated on the kid; I can't let him get thrown in some awful prison."

"Then it's settled." Sidney stood up and pocketed his wand. "The sooner they are returned, the better. Let's go find them." The surgeons nodded and followed him.

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The Time Turner sat, repaired, on Hawkeye's cot. Sidney, Fred, George, Hawkeye, and Trapper stood silently around it. It was 3:00 in the morning. Most of the camp was asleep. Frank was on Post-Op duty.

"Did you say good-bye to everyone?" Hawkeye asked.

"Henry, Radar, Klinger, Ginger," George listed.

"And Major Burns," Fred added, smirking.

"He'll get his good-bye the next time he tries to shave," George said innocently.

Hawkeye, Trapper, and Sidney all laughed. Sidney shook the twins' hands. "Good luck boys! That Time Turner won't work again after this, so please set it right. And don't go playing with them or portkeys again!'

"Thank you for fixing it, Doctor," Fred said.

Sidney smiled. "Anytime."

George's eyes were somber. "Doctor, please promise that if you're still alive in the 80's, you won't follow V-Voldemort," he said with great difficulty. "There is nothing good about him."

Sidney hesitated, but nodded. "I promise."

Visibly relieved by that promise, the twins turned to the two doctors who'd cared so much for them. "Thanks Hawkeye, for operating on me," George said.

"Eh, it was nothing."

"And thanks for letting us live here," Fred added.

"Thank you for all your help!" Trapper said. The twins snickered. "Good luck on your trip," Trapper said, shaking their hands.

"Let me know you get back safely," Hawkeye said as he too shook hands.

George nodded. "We'll find a way."

"Attention all personnel! Incoming wounded – both medical shifts to OR on the double!"

Hawkeye rushed for the door. "Boys, good luck!"

"You too!" Fred said. Then they were gone. In the flurry of activity that followed, no one noticed the identical twins turning a small hourglass over and over and suddenly disappearing from the Swamp.