Radar fic!

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Title: Radar Knows

Author: captain_lubey

Rating: E

Disclaimer: I don’t own MASH

Summary: I know something personal about every single member of this camp, stuff that they keep really secret…stuff that they are afraid to tell other people.

My radar is at the same time really good and really bad. I can predict things minutes, sometimes even hours before they happen, I can tell if someone is lying to me (not that I catch them out but it is good to know these things). But I can also see into people’s most private thoughts. Most of the time, I just tune it out like a radio.

But sometimes…sometimes the feelings are so strong that I just can’t block them out no matter how hard I try. I know something personal about every single member of this camp, stuff that they keep really secret…stuff that they are afraid to tell other people.

I know that when Henry was CO his biggest fear was being killed in action. Hawkeye would say that that was ‘cruel irony’ or something smart like that.

I know that at his worst, Trapper considered suicide. It was a good thing he got discharged when he did or else…well it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.

I know about Hawkeye and Trapper’s affair. I know that Hawkeye cried himself to sleep for weeks after Trapper left.

I know that Major Burns thought that he was a bad father.

I know that Colonel Potter regrets joining the army at 15.

I know that Klinger worries that he wears his dresses for more than just a Section 8.

I know that Father Mulcahy lost his faith a few months after he got to Korea.

I know that at night Major Houlihan misses Major Burns so much that she cries even though she’s in love with Major Winchester.

I know that Major Winchester is jealous of BJ and Hawkeye.

I know that Hawkeye hates his mother for dying.

I know that BJ’s name is Brandon Jacob. And I know he wants to feel guilty about his relationship with Hawkeye but doesn’t.

Yea…I know a lot about the people of the 4077th that nobody else does. But I’m not going to tell a living soul.