mash_slash | Two more ep-related ficlets. (Reply)

You know, I'll probably write a couple of these a day, depending on which episodes I can catch when...

Author: Anne Marsh
Title: S-U-S-P--icion
Pairing: H/T
Rating: Um... mild teen-ish for sexy kissing? And, you know, general sexy mischief. And, of course, sex-related talk of actual seriousness.
Spoiler warning: Post-ep to 'George'
Author's Notes: At end of fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all and more's the pity.
Feedback: makes me go 'squee!'.

"For a minute there, I thought you were gonna ad-lib a kiss."

I laughed. "Do you think I should have? I mean, sure, it's inspired, but the man has no lips."

"Ew, yuck. I meant me."

That... gave me pause. I reviewed the little scene we'd half-scripted, and how we'd played it out, and I saw the place he was talking about. Yeah, yeah I could have. Woulda added a little depth, dramatically speaking, but I didn't go into the theatre...

"Well..." I sighed, tipping my empty glass upside down in a thoughtful manner. "I don't know... it adds some great character motivation, but he's already shooting me suspicious little looks. Moreso than usual, I mean."

"Well, sure, after-- Wait... You don't mean-- You think *he* thinks--"

"What would you think?"

He shuddered. "Think? Aw, no, I try to avoid it."

"Some people don't even have to try." I snorted. "I'm just saying, after all this, I wouldn't be surprised if he s-u-s-p-e-c-tees something."

"Well, he's just naturally s-u-s-p--icious! I mean, what does he have to suspect?"

"Please, we're spelling it out!" I hissed, a grin threatening to spill out, then disappearing. "Besides, you were the one who thought I was going to kiss you."

"Well, that's just your dedication to the role." He shrugged.

"What about my dedication to something no one else cares about?"

"Uh... doctor-patient confidentiality?"

"I mean, I shouldn't be so okay with it, right? I didn't bat an eye, though. Literally. No bats."

"So? Come on, what's the matter with you all a sudden?"

"I'm just saying... maybe I wouldn't care if I wasn't..."

His fingers played in my hair. "If you weren't what?"

"Cut it out, that's not funny. You don't need me to tell you."

"Yeah." He said, slow and deliberate. "Yeah, I do. Because I've known you a while, and I gotta say, I'm just not sure about what it is I'm supposed to think right now."

"Think what you want."

"Hey, I took your side! What does that make me?" He demanded, not allowing me to shrug him off.

"I don't know. I'll be whatever you are, okay?"

"Really?"

There was something in his voice, and I turned back to look at him. Something passed between us in the silence, and he kissed me. Kissed me, his mouth soft on mine, his hand buried in my hair again. His tongue traced the outline of my lips before slipping between to taste me deeply.

"Still whatever I am?" He panted.

"Honey, I couldn't be *more* whatever you are. Maybe with a permanent wave and a bottle of peroxide. And I'd need to grow five inches."

"Five inches? I'm impressed, Hawk. Here, let me help you with that..." He leered, his hand dropping down to my lap.

"We can't do this here," I shook my head, not quite pushing him away. "Frank..."

"You said he already sus-- sorry, s-u-s-p-e-c-tees us, so why not? We got the blackmail material."

"Still. He might not go to the top brass, but he'll run crying to Margaret. And we're not 'nice boys', she'll get General Clayton on the horn."

"And we'd be out of the army."

"That's not all we'd be out of. You've got a family, Trap. Oh-- oh... you've... you've got a family."

"Hey... Hey, Hawk, I--"

"Forget it. I knew that when I let you kiss me."

"Hawkeye, I love you. And I *want* you. You gotta know how hard it is, don't you? You chase girls and you keep up appearances, but you get tired of it. At least I do. And at least you never got married. I thought I *had* to. I thought I'd never find-- And I wanted kids, I love kids. There's kind of just the one way to get those..."

"But you're telling me-- what? It was empty to begin with?"

"My whole life's been empty, then I met you."

"Careful, Trap... say that stuff to me and I might just lose my head." I warned.

"You wanna find someplace secluded-like?"

I should probably say 'no', for about a million reasons, but...

"Yeah." I grabbed a fistful of curls and yanked him down into a brief but hard kiss. "Yeah, that's a good idea there, Trap. Secluded."

"To avoid s-u-s-p--icion." He grinned.

We snuck out of the Swamp, walking close enough to let our arms touch.

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FIN

NOTE: I had to write this-- in the scene near the end, when Hawkeye and Trapper are faking their big argument in front of Frank, when Hawk gets in Trap's face to (supposedly) defend George to him, he asks if Trapper has any secrets in his own past. The actual plan has Trapper pretending to have bought exam answers, but there's this tension where I half-expected Hawkeye to be said secret.

Also, keeping in mind the time period, it seemed so odd that Frank would just accept Hawkeye and Trapper defending George's homosexuality without suspecting them of being homosexuals themselves. After all, A) it wasn't a thing you talked about, much less accepted, and B) he's already so suspicious of the two of them all the time. It really seemed odd to me that they could step in (especially being as attatched-at-the-hip as they are!) and espouse the viewpoints that they did without being painted with the same proverbial brush.

Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Personal Crisis
Pairing: Klinger-musing-on-Radar
Spoiler warning: Mid-ep internal monologue bit for Crisis.
Summary: Inspired by the first scene of everybody sleeping together to conserve heat.
Note: Just a very quick drabble.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Feedback: is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

I watch him sleep-- I don't got much of a choice, I can't get any myself. The head of his bunk is butted up against mine, close enough so's I could reach over and pet his hair.

You know, if I had a mind to.

If I was the kind of guy who'd do that stuff.

He's cute.

He's too cute.

I don't think I can take another night of this. When I see his face screwed up like that in his sleep, I just want to kiss him. I want to never let him go. I can't do that. But I want to.

Maybe it would be better if I slept with the nurses tomorrow night...

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FIN

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Anne