Disclaimer: I don't own MASH. If I did, it would've been even slashier than it already was, if that's humanly possible.
A/N: A post-ep (sort of) for "Out of Sight, Out of Mind". Written during study hall back when I had school.
I laugh with B.J. as I watch (WATCH!) Frank be chased by an angry mob, Margaret at the head. "This almost makes up for you not letting me punch him," I mutter to B.J.
He grins. "I couldn't. It wouldn't have been a fair fight. Frank was at a disadvantage. Even though you couldn't see him."
"Well, there is that. Still, it never stopped me before."
"Before?" Beej is curious now, I can tell.
I shrug. "Oh yeah, I've punched Frank out before."
B.J. grins. "I would've loved to have seen that."
I grin too. "Below his eye got all purple."
B.J. snickers, then says to me, "Come one, let's go back to the Swamp."
"Ah yes, home sweet home. I cannot wait to se it again," I say sarcastically. I follow him out of post-op though. As I cross the compound, I stare around ay everything I pass. It's so good to be able to see again.
We enter the Swamp, and I immediately look around. Same as always. I sit on the end of my bunk.
"Drink?" B.J. asks me, holding up the pitcher invitingly.
"No thanks," I reply, then flop on my back and sigh.
"You okay?" B.J. asks in concern.
I prop myself up on my elbows to look (LOOK!) at him. "I'm fine. And very, very relieved."
"Me too." Beej looks at me seriously, sets down his drink. "The other night, when I heard the explosion and then your screaming…I assumed the worst. Then, when it turned out you might've been blinded and discharged--well, it got me thinking."
I sit up fully to look at B.J. "About what?"
He shrugs. "This and that. You and me."
"I thought I was the one who made no sense," I joke, but I sense something important is about to happen.
He shrugs again. "Well, mostly I thought about how I would hate it if you--left, and I never told you that…" he trails off, and ducks his head.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Beej. You can tell me anything."
"Well," he begins. "I…" he trails off again then nods, as if to himself. Then he suddenly leans forward and kisses me:
I'm shocked. I can't believe it. It's like one of my dreams coming true.
B.J. seems to take my shock for disgust, because he sinks back and looks away.
"I'm--" he begins. Sorry, I'm sure he means to say. But I don't give him the chance.
I kiss him back.
