Title: Be Careful What You Wish For…

Author: Hawkeye/Katy

Beta: Alex/Odysseus, Onigami/Ryan and Nox/BJ

Fandom: MASH

Rating: FRT

Disclaimer: I own Adair and the plotline. That is all. MASH belongs to… whoever it belongs to. frowns Who does it belong to? Fox? Meh… I dunno.

Summary: AU. Hawkeye was a doctor with a difference. We all knew that. But, honestly? How different is different?

BJ awoke with a groan in the Swamp. Wait… the Swamp? Wasn't he in the supply tent? With Hawk? And that guy that had wings? And the glow-y, float-y, ball-y thing? He blinked blearily, glancing around the tent. He frowned. What the hell…? His eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of the half-empty martini glass sitting by his bed. No way. Did he get that plastered? BJ frowned at the glass; he didn't even remember starting to drink. A soft snore interrupted his musing.

BJ looked in the direction of the snore. He saw Hawkeye draped over his bunk, still in his scrubs, boots still on his feet, stethoscope mashed into his cheek. Even in sleep the dark haired man looked exhausted. Exhausted? Oh no. He had a post-op rotation last night. So did Hawkeye for that matter. BJ winced. He sure as hell hadn't been in post-op. That meant… oh crap… Hawkeye had done both of their rotations. BJ winced again. No wonder Hawk was exhausted.

Hawkeye blinked blearily, grunting sleepily as he rolled over. His eyes opened and he frowned as something dug into his cheek. He clumsily dragged a hand over his face, finding his stethoscope. He raised a bleary eyebrow at it, before yanking it off and dropping it next to the bunk, rolling over and catching sight of BJ's guilt-ridden face. Hawkeye sighed. He grunted again as he struggled into a sitting position. Swinging his feet over the side of the cot, he yawned widely, before glancing over at BJ.

"What, Beej?"

"You took my rotation last night, didn't you?" the blonde asked quietly.

Hawkeye nodded, "Yeah, you were in no condition to do it."

BJ winced, "Was I that drunk?"

Hawkeye shook his head, "When I left? No. I told you to get some sleep and you could owe me one," then he smiled, "When I came back, however, you were telling me about the man with wings that lived in the… and I quote… 'glow-y, float-y, ball-y thing' and calling me an angel."

The blonde doctor blushed furiously, "Oh boy… I was plastered, wasn't I? I must've been, I don't even remember drinking."

Hawkeye snorted with laughter before raising his hands in mock surrender, "Don't ask me, I was in post-op. All I know is you were asleep when I left, then when I came back you were telling me about glowing, floating balls, winged men and angels."

BJ shook his head, burying his face in his hands, his voice coming out muffled, "Thank you, Hawk."

The other man shrugged, "Hey, its what I'm here for," he waved one hand at BJ as he yawned, "But you owe me. You even said so."

BJ smiled at his friend, his first real smile since his 'Dear John' letter, "Go back to sleep, Hawk, you look like hell."

Hawkeye lay back down, mumbling, "Don't you say the sweetest things…"

"Incoming choppers, both shifts to OR."

Hawkeye groaned, thumping his head into his pillow. BJ got up, pulling on his boots. Hawkeye hauled himself into a sitting position again, scooping his stethoscope up off the floor, rubbing his face tiredly. BJ held out a hand and yanked Hawkeye to his feet. The two doctors made their way over to the OR, preparing for yet another grueling session of meatball surgery.

After sixteen hours in surgery the two doctors dragged themselves back to the Swamp. Hawkeye immediately flopped face-down onto his bunk, not bothering to remove his boots. BJ went to follow him, then paused, listening to his friend's soft snoring. He turned to Hawkeye, pulled off the other man's boots and dragged the blankets up to his shoulders. BJ sat down on his bunk, tugging off his own boots. It had been bothering him all day. He'd apparently been so plastered he'd seen a winged man in a floating ball of light, but yet, he had no hangover.

BJ sighed, tossing and turning in his bunk. It was still bugging him. He'd gotten drunk enough to see angels, but he had no hangover. And if he had no hangover then he couldn't have been drunk, right? But if he wasn't drunk, then how the hell did the wings and the angels and the floating white light factor into all of this? He sighed, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of his cot. He wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

BJ heaved a sigh, pulling his wife's letter and the divorce papers back towards him. He still hadn't signed Peggy's divorce papers yet. He knew exactly what they said; having read through them what seemed like hundreds of times. He just couldn't find it in himself to actually pick up the pen and sign them. But still, BJ set the letter and the papers in his lap, switched on the lamp and started to read. Hawkeye mumbled in his sleep, making BJ turn to face him.

"Whaddya wan' now, Adair?" the dark haired man murmured, eyes still closed, "'aven't you screwed me 'n' Beej over enough?"

BJ jerked, his eyes widening. No. Hawkeye did not just say that. He couldn't have. That would mean… Oh my God… it was real. He had been in the supply tent. He had seen the floating white ball and the winged man. Oh my God… he'd watched Hawkeye… whistle up a glowing white ball and talk to a winged man in it.

"Oh dear God…" escaped from the blonde doctor's mouth before he could stop it.

Hawkeye's eyes snapped open and he sat up almost violently. His eyes turned to BJ's pale, stunned face. Hawkeye winced. BJ still stared at his friend, their faces shadowed by the soft light from the lamp. Hawkeye shifted slightly, squirming under BJ's scrutiny. BJ sat down hard on his bunk, his eyes wide. He gaped at Hawkeye, struggling to find the words he needed.

"It was real, wasn't it?" he finally asked.

Hawkeye just nodded sadly, not needing to ask what he meant. BJ went a couple of shades paler. Hawkeye glanced at his friend, his assignment, wanting to offer comfort, but knowing that, this time, it was his fault BJ was upset. BJ stared at Hawkeye for a few more moments, before questions started tumbling out of his mouth.

"Who are you, really, Hawk? Hell, what are you?" the blonde buried his face in his hands.

Hawkeye winced slightly at the harshness of BJ's voice, "Beej, honestly… I don't know how to tell you."

BJ blinked at his friend a couple of times before his eyes narrowed, "You know, the actual truth would be nice right about now, instead of just 'Damn, Beej, you were plastered'."

At that, Hawkeye visibly flinched, "BJ, you have to understand, what I'm about to tell you, you were never, and I really mean never, supposed to find out…"

"Nice, Hawk, and here's me thinking that I was your best friend."

Hawkeye paled, "BJ, please… let me finish…" he turned pleading eyes on the blonde doctor, "Please…"

BJ waved his hand, continuing sarcastically, "Oh no, Hawkeye, by all means, finish what you were going to say."

Hawkeye bowed his head, "I… this sounds so dumb out loud…" he sighed, taking a deep breath and steeling himself, "I'm a guardian angel. Your guardian angel, to be exact."

BJ raised an eyebrow, "Uh-huh," he said scathingly as he poured himself a martini and took a sip, "And I'm the tooth fairy."

Hawk looked him up and down, "No… I know the tooth fairy," he said with a small smile, "You're not three foot two with pale blue hair."

BJ snorted, choking and gasping, his martini spraying out of his mouth and nose, "Tell me you're joking, Hawk, please…"

Hawkeye shook his head, "Sorry, Beej, not this time."

BJ blinked at him, shifting on his bunk, narrowing his eyes, "Where's your wings then?"

Hawkeye scowled, "Ask the tough questions, why don't ya, Beej?" he frowned, looking down at his hands, "I don't have my wings yet. The wings don't come until later, once… once I've earned them. You're my first assignment."

"No wings? So, why do you expect me to believe you, Hawk? I mean, the guy who actually did have wings, Adair, or whatever his name was, I could believe he was a… a…" BJ struggled, waving his hands.

"Guardian angel," Hawk supplied helpfully.

"Yeah, but…" BJ shook his head, looking at Hawk in disbelief.

Hawkeye nodded, staying quiet. A small smile curled up the corners of his mouth. He held his hand up, fingers splayed, palm up. He smiled at BJ, eyes twinkling cheekily. He let out a soft three-toned whistle. BJ gasped as Hawkeye's hand started to glow. Clenching his fist, Hawkeye shifted the glow to the air at eye level. BJ reached out a hesitant hand, brushing his fingers through the glowing ball. Hawkeye smiled, which then turned into a decidedly evil smirk. He gently pushed BJ's questing hand out of the glowing ball. When BJ shot him a wide-eyed glance, he smiled and held up a hand.

Blowing gently into the ball, Hawkeye chanted softly, "Trapper, Trapper, Trapper."

BJ frowned for a second, still staring at the floating ball between himself and Hawkeye. Trapper? Where had he heard that name? His eyes widened. No way. Oh no way. Trapper? The Trapper? As in, 'I missed him by ten lousy minutes', Trapper? He was a… a… one of them… too?

A curly, strawberry-blonde head popped into view, blinking sleepily, "Hawk? Wha' ya wan'? S'four AM…"

Hawkeye grinned sheepishly, "Sorry Trap, I forgot about the time difference, go back to bed."

Trapper blinked a couple more times, and yawned, "S'ok, m'awake now. How are ya, Hawk?"

"Seen better days, Trap. I got slip-winged," Hawkeye replied, settling back on his bunk.

BJ blinked, sitting down hard on his own bunk, a confused frown on his face, "Slip-winged?" he whispered to himself.

Trapper winced sympathetically, "Oh ouch, who by? The Padre an' Radar knew 'bout both of us."

Hawk grinned, waving BJ over, "Beej, this is Trapper John Macintyre. Trap, this is BJ Hunnicutt. He replaced you when you went stateside, and slip-winged me the other day."

Trapper grinned at BJ through the soft glow of the floating orb, "Hey, nice to meet ya," his grin grew wider as he ruffled his wings slightly, gesturing to the white light that surrounded him, "Normally I'd shake hands, and all, but…"

There was a dull thump. Trapper Macintyre blinked in surprise. Hawkeye Pierce cursed softly. Hawk moved around the floating orb and looked down, shaking his head, before bending down to help. For the second time in three days, BJ Hunnicutt had fainted.