Title: Just a Peek - Part 2
Rating: Major … with leanings toward Colonel in some areas.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Don't sue … no money.


Radar was feeling very confused.

Now that he knew BJ and Hawkeye were dreaming about having sex with each other, he was starting to wonder if it went beyond that. If maybe, they were actually doing it. In real life.

There was a huge part of him that was convinced it wasn't even possible. BJ was a happily married man. He'd never even glanced at any of the women in camp. Well, except for that one time when he cheated with nurse Donovan. BJ thought that Hawkeye was the only other person who knew about that little slip, but Radar knew too. He also knew that BJ, to this very day, still felt guilty about it.

And Hawkeye. Everyone knew that Hawkeye Pierce was a skirt chaser. He'd had relations with just about every nurse that had come through the 4077th. It was no secret. Back when Trapper was still around, the two of them seemed to be in some kind of competition to see who could have the most sex with the most women.

Then there was the fact that neither doctor was acting any differently. BJ still wrote his wife almost every day. Hawkeye still flirted and bedded nurses as if it were some kind of sport or something. Nothing had changed.

Except … there was this little place in the back of Radar's mind; this small voice that kept whispering to him. 'Open your eyes, kid' it would say. 'Just watch them. The way they sit right next to each other in an empty mess tent. How they lounge on one cot when two are readily available. The fact that they finish the other's sentences and know the other's thoughts. The way they fight, but can't stay mad - no matter what the reason - for longer than a day or two. Why do you think that is?'

And the voice was right. BJ and Hawkeye had been almost inseparable ever since the day BJ arrived in Korea. Hawkeye and Trapper had been close, too, but it wasn't the same. Not by a long shot. Sometimes it felt like BJ and Hawkeye had become one person.

The thing was, even if they were … doing that, Radar found that he wasn't even the slightest bit disgusted by the idea. And he knew, deep down, that he should be. He remembered the things he'd heard back home - in the schoolyard - about being 'queer'. How wrong it was supposed to be. How evil. Radar had never believed any of that. He'd always kind of thought that a person would be lucky if they found someone to love and who would love them right back. No matter who it was. And that's why he was so confused. He knew how he should feel; it was the exact opposite of how he did feel, and it was tearing him up inside.

'Talk to them,' the voice would say. 'Or at least, to Hawkeye.'

He'd never be able to bring that kind of thing up with the captain, though. There was no way he could. So, he'd been avoiding both doctors. At least until he could figure things out. Though, Radar wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep it up. Hawkeye and BJ had been watching him a lot lately. When he caught them, he'd quickly try and read their thoughts - which he'd always been able to do in the past. But, it seemed as if they were blocking him somehow. All he saw was green. It was the same with their dreams. He'd sneaked into the Swamp three times in the past two weeks, and neither one was dreaming about anything. There was only green and he had no idea how they were making that happen. It was probably some doctor thing that he couldn't understand.

It didn't matter much anyway, because Radar was starting to get the feeling that something was going to happen … and very, very soon.


"Gentlemen," Charles' baritone broke the comfortable silence in the Swamp. "Colonel Potter has decided that I must attend a medical seminar in Tokyo. I will be gone for approximately five days."

"We must have done something really good for the Colonel to give us such a nice gift," BJ joked, winking at Hawkeye.

"Ah, but the gift is actually mine. You see, the Colonel, in his infinite wisdom, has given me an extra two days for, what he referred to as 'personal time'," Charles said as he began to throw clothing and toiletries into his travel bag. "So, I will be leaving in less than an hour."

"Hey, Beej. Now that dad's going away, we can have that huge party we've been talking about. Booze, girls, gambling. It'll be a hoot!"

BJ reached around Charles and grabbed something out of his footlocker. He held it out to show Hawkeye.

"Fancy eats, too," he said as Charles snatched the can of caviar away from him.

"Keep your grubby little larcenous hands away from my things, you swine." He gave BJ a soft shove and the doctor fell back onto Hawkeye's cot.

The sound of a jeep idling outside brought a grin to the Major's face. A second later, Radar burst into the Swamp and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw BJ and Hawkeye sitting together on the same cot. He turned and focused all of his attention on Charles.

"Major Winchester, sir. Your jeep is ready."

"Thank you, Radar. Even earlier than expected. Very good." Charles threw a few more items into his bag, zipped it, grabbed his cap and bowed in his roommates' direction. "Gentlemen."

"See ya, Chuck," Hawkeye said and glanced at Radar, who had not moved from his spot just inside the doorway. "Hey, Radar."

"Uh, hi sirs," Radar answered quickly and quietly, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Everything okay?" BJ asked, shifting his gaze to Hawkeye then back to the young corporal.

"Sure," Radar's voice trembled slightly and he cleared his throat. He nervously moved from foot to foot. "Why'd you ask, sir?"

"Well, you've been acting a little strange the past few weeks. Hawk and I have the feeling that it's got something to do with …"

"Corporal!" Charles' booming voice cut BJ off and Radar nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Sorry, sirs," he said and spun on his heels.

"Radar," Hawkeye's tone was soft and soothing. The young man stopped in the doorway and finally turned, meeting the captain's eyes. "If there's something bothering you - especially if it has anything to do with me or BJ."

"Or both," BJ interrupted.

"Please come and talk to us."

"It's important to us, Radar." BJ stood. He reached out and placed his hand on Radar's shoulder. "No matter what it is, okay?"

Radar's tense body loosened immediately and his face showed the faintest sign of a grin.

"I will, sirs. I'm not sure when, but I will." Charles hollered again and Radar smiled. "I promise."


"Hey, Beej?" Hawkeye was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling of the tent, a full martini glass balancing on his chest.

"Yes?"

"Charles is gone."

"I know," BJ flipped the page in his book and continued reading. "For five whole days, even."

"There's no one in post-op."

"You noticed."

"The temporary cease fire means there probably won't be any casualties tonight."

"Probably."

"And," Hawkeye grabbed his glass, rolled to his side and took a sip of his drink. Then he placed the glass on the still table. "My ankle's feeling much, much better."

"I'm trying to read."

The older man grabbed one of his pillows and whipped it at his friend. It struck BJ with a dull, feathery thud, but it had the intended result. The doctor dropped his book to the floor and moved his eyes to Hawkeye, who in turn, patted the bed next to him.

"Why don't you come over here and tell me about that dream you had."

BJ shook his head and laughed, but he stood, turned off his bedside lamp and walked over to Hawkeye's cot. He dropped down onto it, darkening Hawkeye's lamp as well.

"Why don't you tell me yours," BJ said, brushing away a stray lock of hair that had fallen across Hawkeye brow.

"Because I asked first, doctor," he answered, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Hawk, it was weeks ago. I'm not even sure if I can remember what happened in it."

Hawkeye reached up and threaded his fingers into BJ's hair, pulling him down near his face. Their noses were touching, their lips separated by less than an inch.

"Well, then, I think I can probably come up with something else for us to do," he said, lightly brushing BJ's mouth with his.

"And what could be better," BJ purred, shifting his body to lay down beside Hawkeye. "Than hearing about an erotic dream?"

"Oh, I don't know," Hawkeye paused, reaching over to slide his hands beneath the hem of BJ's shirt. "Some reality, perhaps?" He ran his fingers over his friend's stomach, feeling the tight muscles tensing and relaxing under his touch. "How does that sound to you?"

"Dangerous," BJ replied, but he rolled onto his back, allowing Hawkeye easier access to his clothing. "Very dangerous."

"Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Hawkeye fumbled with the button and zipper on the front of BJ's pants. It took a few tries, but he eventually managed to get them open. The younger doctor's erection tented his boxer shorts. Hawkeye slipped his hand into the soft cotton, wrapping his long fingers around BJ's length.

"Yes," BJ managed to say before grabbing a handful of Hawkeye's hair and pulling him down for a brutal kiss. Their mouths moved against each other hungrily, tongues probing, teeth scraping, breath mingling.

Hawkeye pulled his hand out of BJ's shorts and made quick work of his pants, sliding them off and discarding them on the floor. He shoved his boxers down over his hips, but only far enough to allow his cock to pop free. As if reading his friend's mind, BJ pushed his own down and rolled over so they were facing each other. Like magnets, their lips reconnected. Hawkeye shifted slightly, moving so their erections lay side by side, hot and solid against each other. Their hands met in the middle, fingers weaving together to form a tight ring around their rigid members. In tandem, they began to move. A perfect, practiced, fluid motion. Two bodies thrusting together as one. Heat ebbed and flowed through them, the friction between them pulling salty sweat from their pores.

They were rapidly approaching release when the door to the Swamp swung open. But it was already too late - they were far past the threshold. Both men groaned and came together in a spurting, sticky mess.

"BJ? Hawkeye? Sirs?" Radar's eyes widened when he saw the two of them rolling apart. They were shirtless and their pants were down. It was dark in the tent, but there was no way to mistake what had just happened.

"Shit!" BJ cursed and turned away from the corporal. He jerked his pants up and grabbed his t-shirt, yanking it down over his head. Hawkeye pulled his boxers up as well, though he moved much more slowly and he made no attempt to find his shirt or pants.

"Oh, gosh," Radar averted his eyes and turned to leave. "I'm really, uh, sorry, sirs. I'll come back later."

"No, it's okay. You can stay." Hawkeye glanced over at the now-pacing BJ, then he stood. He wandered over to Radar and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Really, it's okay. Right, Beej?"

BJ stopped pacing and dropped down onto his cot. He cast a sidelong glance at Hawkeye, who just nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, it's okay."

"Sit down," Hawkeye said with a smile, gesturing at the crappy wooden chair between the beds. Radar shrugged, but sat. Hawkeye walked over to the still table, filled three glasses and passed them around. "We'll have a drink and talk."

"Okay, if you say so."

Silence, uncomfortable and tense, filled the Swamp. It was as thick as molasses. BJ and Hawkeye exchanged nervous looks and moved their eyes to Radar. He was sitting in his chair ramrod straight, gaze fixed on the floor, hands anxiously rubbing the side of his glass. When it felt as if all three would suffocate, BJ finally spoke.

"Radar," he paused, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "What you just saw …"

"It's okay, sir. You don't have to explain. I already know."

"What?" Hawkeye's shocked voice rose an entire octave. Both doctor's eyes snapped to the corporal, but his were still on the ground in front of him.

"You already know?" BJ's words were colored with panic. "What exactly 'do you know', Radar?"

"About you two, sirs," Radar paused, trying to figure out a way to say what he had to say. "That you're … aw jeez! Do I have to actually say it? With words?"

"No, Radar," Hawkeye said, letting him off the hook. He bent over and retrieved his shirt from the floor, slipping it on over his head. Then he sat on the edge of his cot. "I think we both understand what you mean."

"Thanks, Hawkeye." Radar visibly relaxed, his body becoming limp. He slumped comfortably into his chair.

"Can I ask you a question?" BJ took a long sip of his gin as he waited for an answer from their friend. When he nodded, the surgeon continued. "How did you find out? How do you know?"

"Yeah. I'd like to know that too. Are we that obvious?" Hawkeye asked, a slow smile creeping from his mouth, to his face, and finally settling in his eyes.

"No, I …" Radar paused thoughtfully. He really didn't want them to be angry with him for sneaking in the Swamp and spying on them, but he also didn't want to lie. "I read your thoughts."

BJ glanced over at Hawkeye and gave him a very satisfied and very "I told you so" grin. The older doctor smirked back at him then turned to Radar.

"It was very brave of you to tell us that, Radar." Hawkeye thought for a moment before continuing. "Since we're all being so honest - BJ and I already knew you were doing that."

"It was my teddy bear, wasn't it?"

"That, and," BJ took a sip of his drink. "My arm was tingling."

Hawkeye started laughing again and was rewarded with a pillow in his face.

"Sir?"

"Where you'd touched it that night. My arm was tingling. And then about a week later, we found your bear next to Hawk's bed. I put two and two together and realized that maybe you had seen parts of our dreams through touching us." BJ watched as Radar's face became crimson with a full-fledged blush. He grinned at the younger man. "Which is obviously the case."

"Is that why you started to 'green' out your thoughts and dreams?"

"Yes," BJ answered straightforwardly. There was no need to lie.

"If you don't mind me asking, how'd you do it? I mean, when you're awake, blocking what you're thinking is easy. But I thought people couldn't control what they dream?"

"That's not exactly the truth. You can if you try hard enough," Hawkeye explained. "All you do is picture everything in a certain color. Red, blue, yellow. We just happened to choose green. After a while, the pictures in your head fade into the background and all that's left is the color. If you reach the fading point when you're just about to drift off to sleep, you've got yourself a green dream."

"It doesn't work for everyone, and you have to really concentrate."

"Oh, okay." Radar's face clouded over for a moment. "If you already knew I was reading your dreams, why'd you start to green 'em out?"

"Well, we weren't sure if you knew knew about us or not. Something like this," BJ gestured between himself and Hawkeye and they shared a meaningful look. "Could get us into a lot of trouble."

"We did it to protect ourselves."

"Oh, don't you sirs worry about anything. I won't tell anyone. Not one word." The corporal sighed heavily. "I wish I had someone to share things with like that. I'm glad that you guys are happy." He paused and gave them a mischievous look. "Though, you should probably be more careful. I mean, what if it had been Majors Houlihan or Winchester - or jeez, what about Colonel Potter? - who had came here tonight instead of me?"

"He's right, Hawk."

"I know he is," Hawkeye ran his fingers through his hair. "But where else can we go but here? It's not like we can just head over to the supply room, toss a hanger on the door and have at it."

Radar held up his hand, effectively stopping Hawkeye from continuing any further.

"Well, I've got a plan for you sirs," he said with a smile.


As Radar tightened the final screw, the door rattled, followed immediately by impatient knocking. BJ and Hawkeye turned away from their chess match, exchanging amused glances between themselves and the corporal. None of them made any move to disengage the newly installed lock.

More angry pounding echoed within the small, cramped tent.

"Who is it?" Hawkeye called out sweetly.

"You know damn well who it is, Pierce," Charles aggravated voice sliced through the air. "Open this door immediately."

"Uh oh, Hawk. Dad's home and we're in big trouble," BJ said and broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Hide the beer before he sees it!"

"Open. The. Door."

Radar glanced at the captains and they both nodded. He slid back the bolt and the door was practically jerked out of his hand. Charles strode into the Swamp and threw his bags down onto his bed.

"What is the meaning of this?" he glared accusingly at the three men.

"The meaning of what, Charles?" BJ asked innocently.

"That!" The major gestured angrily at the lock. "Why is there a lock on this door?"

"Oh, that," Hawkeye pushed himself away from the chessboard and stood. He wandered over to the door, drink in hand, and fiddled with the small metal item. "Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but while you were gone, someone snuck in here and stole all of our socks!"

"Yeah, Charles. We've been victims of the notorious sock burglar. He only steals officer's socks," BJ chimed in.

"Do you imbeciles actually expect me to believe that drivel?"

"No," BJ admitted with a laugh.

"But, don't we get an A+ for effort?" Hawkeye filled two glasses with gin, handed one to BJ then flopped down onto his cot.

"No, you don't. Let us try this one more time. Why is that lock on the door?"

BJ and Hawkeye glanced uneasily at each other, but before either could speak, Radar did.

"Half of their story is true, Major Winchester, sir."

The officers had all but forgotten he was even in the Swamp. Three sets of eyes settled on the young corporal.

"Which part?" Charles' voice held touches of both frustration and confusion.

"The breaking in part," Radar said quietly. "I saw someone sneaking out of the Swamp during the night. It happened two or three times. I asked B … er Captain's Hunnicutt and Pierce if it had been them leaving to go to the latrine or anything. They said no. So the last time I saw someone sneaking out, I tried to catch them. But I was too slow and they got away."

"The idea of someone snooping around in here when we're sleeping made us a little uncomfortable," BJ said, quickly picking up where Radar left off.

"Yeah, especially because we never found out who it was," Hawkeye added, glancing at Radar and smiling.

"So, I offered to put a lock on the door for you sirs. Just like Major Houlihan has on her tent," Radar pointed to the lock. "Now you don't have to worry about people coming in when they're not supposed to."

Hawkeye and BJ both had their hands at their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter by biting on their fingers. Radar looked over at his friends and winked.

"Ah well. As long as it keeps the riff raff out," Charles turned away from the three of them and began to unpack his things. "I guess it's fine with me."

"Thanks, Radar," BJ said with a wide, toothy grin. "We really appreciate it."

"Yeah, thanks," Hawkeye giggled softly.

"You're very welcome, sirs."

Radar left the Swamp, stopping just outside the closed door. He listened as his friends teased their bunkmate. A large smile grew on his face. He'd done something really special for two people he really cared about - who cared about each other and him. A rumble of unrestrained laughter burst out of the doctor's tent and Radar turned to leave.

He felt genuinely happy - all was right in their little piece of the world.

The End