Ep. related- 'Bombed'
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mash_slashAuthor: Anne Marsh
Title: Missing Scene: Bombed
Rating: Teen
Pairing: R/K
Summary: I was watching 'Bombed' a few days ago and jotted this down in a notebook. Having been looked over, it's now ready-- I was inspired (on the R/K front) by the scene where Radar is trying to get through on the phone while they're being shelled. Klinger is taping up the phone cord, they're all lean-y and cute. They get cut off phone-wise when shells start hitting closer. And so I had to write a little bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
I was gettin' pretty used to bein' shoved under the desk. I mean, we've been getting hit with a lot of shelling. And I gotta say, up 'til now, I was getting kinda tired of the whole being-shoved-under-my-desk thing!
No, I'm a normal guy, I mean, I'm pretty sure I am. My ma always said I was perfectly normal, anyway. And, well, I guess I'm normal about, you know... Well, I looked in on the nurses' shower before, only I was real sorry afterwards, but I was curious on account I never saw a naked woman before that. Anyway, it wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The way fellas talk about it, you'd think seeing a girl without her clothes on was like having all the mysteries of the universe revealed to ya! I finally see one, and I get left with more questions than answers, and I still don't really understand sex except I know I want to try it, but gee, doesn't everyone?
Anyway, it was hard enough bein' crammed under the desk before when I was alone, but it's a lot more crowded when it's twice as crowded. When there's twice as many people under it, I mean.
And sure, I peeked in the shower, on the girls, that one time, but I don't look up skirts or nothin'. I mean, I didn't use to. But when you're stuck in a really small place gettin' hit by your own artillery with someone and that someone's skirt keeps slidin' up and showin' off bare knees, I mean, no pantyhose or nothin'! Well, you sorta gotta take notice.
Even if it's not a girl, per se.
By which I mean, it's definitely not a girl.
"My skirt keeps riding up." Klinger sighed, tugging at the hem.
"Oh, that's okay. I mean, it's just you an' me, so..."
"My legs look okay?"
"Yeah." I swallowed. Maybe I'm not normal. Maybe normal guys really *do* get all the secrets of the universe out of the girls' shower and I didn't on account I'm not, and that's why I'm looking, I mean, not *looking*, but looking. A little.
"Just you an' me, huh?"
"Well, there's nobody else."
His hand rested on my knee for a second. "Hey... this whole situation is pretty risky, isn't it?"
"Y-yeah... it sure seems that way."
His hand slid up my thigh. "I don't want to go like this."
"N-no, me neither."
He turned and kissed me. "I didn't wanna tell you like this, either, but... when in Rome. Or in this case, under a desk."
I kissed him back. "Aw, gee, that don't matter. You told me, that's what's important. Uh, did you tell me?"
"I like you. I really like you. And not trying-to-get-out-of-the-army like, either."
"Well, sure. I'm not a General."
"I mean I don't want that kind of discharge. And if I did, I'd never drag you into it. I like you too much to do that."
I smiled.
Well. All that confusing stuff I didn't get about women wasn't going to be a problem. And that wasn't even the best part.
"I really like you, too, Max." I kissed him again, and he held my hand as the shells kept hitting.
*That* was the best part.
---/-/---
FIN
Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Post-ep: Bombed
Rating: Still teen to be safe
Pairing: H/T
Summary: Just a drabble. Trapper whispers something to Hawkeye as the two enjoy Frank's misery.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: on my shoulders, makes me happy, makes me smile.
Even after I steadied his nerves so he could perform surgery, it was driving Frank crazy. Absolutely crazy. And I was loving it. Why was I loving it? Well, the simple fact that Trapper whispered in my ear is usually enough to lift my spirits. Seeing Frank all bent out of shape never fails to inspire a laugh or two. But it was really the words. *What* Trapper whispered.
He said 'I'm still all yours'.
---/-/---
FIN
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Anne
Title: Missing Scene: Bombed
Rating: Teen
Pairing: R/K
Summary: I was watching 'Bombed' a few days ago and jotted this down in a notebook. Having been looked over, it's now ready-- I was inspired (on the R/K front) by the scene where Radar is trying to get through on the phone while they're being shelled. Klinger is taping up the phone cord, they're all lean-y and cute. They get cut off phone-wise when shells start hitting closer. And so I had to write a little bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
I was gettin' pretty used to bein' shoved under the desk. I mean, we've been getting hit with a lot of shelling. And I gotta say, up 'til now, I was getting kinda tired of the whole being-shoved-under-my-desk thing!
No, I'm a normal guy, I mean, I'm pretty sure I am. My ma always said I was perfectly normal, anyway. And, well, I guess I'm normal about, you know... Well, I looked in on the nurses' shower before, only I was real sorry afterwards, but I was curious on account I never saw a naked woman before that. Anyway, it wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The way fellas talk about it, you'd think seeing a girl without her clothes on was like having all the mysteries of the universe revealed to ya! I finally see one, and I get left with more questions than answers, and I still don't really understand sex except I know I want to try it, but gee, doesn't everyone?
Anyway, it was hard enough bein' crammed under the desk before when I was alone, but it's a lot more crowded when it's twice as crowded. When there's twice as many people under it, I mean.
And sure, I peeked in the shower, on the girls, that one time, but I don't look up skirts or nothin'. I mean, I didn't use to. But when you're stuck in a really small place gettin' hit by your own artillery with someone and that someone's skirt keeps slidin' up and showin' off bare knees, I mean, no pantyhose or nothin'! Well, you sorta gotta take notice.
Even if it's not a girl, per se.
By which I mean, it's definitely not a girl.
"My skirt keeps riding up." Klinger sighed, tugging at the hem.
"Oh, that's okay. I mean, it's just you an' me, so..."
"My legs look okay?"
"Yeah." I swallowed. Maybe I'm not normal. Maybe normal guys really *do* get all the secrets of the universe out of the girls' shower and I didn't on account I'm not, and that's why I'm looking, I mean, not *looking*, but looking. A little.
"Just you an' me, huh?"
"Well, there's nobody else."
His hand rested on my knee for a second. "Hey... this whole situation is pretty risky, isn't it?"
"Y-yeah... it sure seems that way."
His hand slid up my thigh. "I don't want to go like this."
"N-no, me neither."
He turned and kissed me. "I didn't wanna tell you like this, either, but... when in Rome. Or in this case, under a desk."
I kissed him back. "Aw, gee, that don't matter. You told me, that's what's important. Uh, did you tell me?"
"I like you. I really like you. And not trying-to-get-out-of-the-army like, either."
"Well, sure. I'm not a General."
"I mean I don't want that kind of discharge. And if I did, I'd never drag you into it. I like you too much to do that."
I smiled.
Well. All that confusing stuff I didn't get about women wasn't going to be a problem. And that wasn't even the best part.
"I really like you, too, Max." I kissed him again, and he held my hand as the shells kept hitting.
*That* was the best part.
---/-/---
FIN
Author: Anne Marsh
Title: Post-ep: Bombed
Rating: Still teen to be safe
Pairing: H/T
Summary: Just a drabble. Trapper whispers something to Hawkeye as the two enjoy Frank's misery.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: on my shoulders, makes me happy, makes me smile.
Even after I steadied his nerves so he could perform surgery, it was driving Frank crazy. Absolutely crazy. And I was loving it. Why was I loving it? Well, the simple fact that Trapper whispered in my ear is usually enough to lift my spirits. Seeing Frank all bent out of shape never fails to inspire a laugh or two. But it was really the words. *What* Trapper whispered.
He said 'I'm still all yours'.
---/-/---
FIN
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Anne
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Date: 2007-03-29 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 09:15 am (UTC)=^_^=
Anneko
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Date: 2007-03-29 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 09:15 am (UTC)Also, major icon!love!!! (or should that be captain icon!love?)
*is smacked for bad pun*
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Anneko
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Date: 2007-03-29 08:37 pm (UTC)Oh, and the second one was nice too. ;)
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Date: 2007-03-31 09:16 am (UTC)And thank you again!
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Anneko
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Date: 2007-03-29 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 09:17 am (UTC)SQUEE! You have a Hawkeye!Bot icon! I love that episode of Futurama... I have to watch it every time it's on. Plus, that they got Todd Susman to do the PA voice acting... *le sigh*
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Anneko
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Date: 2007-04-02 11:05 pm (UTC)