Wow, apparently we're having trouble thinking of happy M*A*S*H stories! Understandably. *g* But here's one that's never failed to give me a warm fuzzy feeling by the end: watergal's "Thirty-Second Annual American College of Surgeons Clinical Symposium, Cincinnati." (http://watergal.livejournal.com/237026.html) It's postwar Hawkeye/BJ, meeting up at a medical conference when they're finally both free to do what they've always wanted, and it's so smart and measured and sweet. The payoff, when it comes, is totally earned.
"...I don't want to be a part of one of your mistakes." BJ blotted a towel against his chest with somewhat more force than he had planned.
"You've already been that." Hawkeye's words were almost too soft to carry across the distance.
BJ jerked his head out the door, fearful that he hadn't—or that he had—heard the words right.
"But I think we're well on our way to fixing that." Lounging back, Hawkeye flashed a silly grin, and suddenly everything was again okay.
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Date: 2009-03-17 05:10 am (UTC)