FIC: Behind Closed Doors-Chapter 1 (Rated PG) By trapnhawksbaby

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Title-Behind Closed Doors

Author- Me(trapnhawksbaby)

Pairing-Trapper/Hawkeye

Raiting-PG for this chapter, will become M later on

Warning-None for this chapter.

Thanks to Jess, the greatest Beta ever! Feedback=Love!

Chapter One

Trapper John McIntyre poured some oatmeal into two bowls for the girl’s breakfast.

"Becky, Kathy, Breakfast!" He called out.

His two daughters came running down the stairs.

"Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Rebecca Jane warned her sister.

She was twelve years old and the spitting image of her father right down to her honey blonde curls.

"We'll make it." Katherine Louise managed to say in between bites.

The ten year old looked just like her mother with her long dark hair and blue eyes, but she had her father's quick whit and sharp tongue.

“C’mere little bit.” Trapper smiled as he picked his six month old daughter Anna Claire up out of her playpen and into his arms.

"Ok peanuts, are you two ready for school?" He asked, pointing to Becky and Kathy.

"Yes Daddy." They said in unison.

"Ok, here are your lunches, let’s go wait for the bus.” He ushered the girls outside.

"Bye girls! Have a good day!" He kissed the two girls goodbye and made sure they were safely on the bus before carrying Claire inside.

"Well blue eyes, Nana‘s gonna be here any minute to take care of you so Daddy can go to work." He kissed her forehead and smiled.

Trapper’s parents, George and Florence McIntyre had been a godsend. The minute they found out Louise had passed away, they were at his side. His mother took care of Claire during the day along with Kathy and Becky when they got home from school. Trapper didn’t know what he would’ve done without them.

Claire squealed as Florence McIntyre opened the front door.

“There’s my little angel!” Florence laughed and scooped the little baby up into her arms.

“I’ll be home around five Ma.” Trapper smiled and gave his mother a kiss.

“You be good for Nana, ok?” He looked at Claire playfully before holding her close and kissing her goodbye.

“Bye John!”

“Have a good day ladies!” He waved as he headed out the door.

At ten minutes after five, Trapper parked his car in the driveway and walked in the front door. The smell of pot roast filled the air, causing him to grin. “What smells so good?” He asked as he took off his coat.

“Daddy!”

The sound of running hit his ears as two little girls attacked him.

“Hi girls.” He laughed.

“How was school?”

“Great! I got an ‘A’ on my math test!” Becky grinned triumphantly.

“That’s wonderful honey! What about you Kathy?”

“I made a ‘C’ on my math test.” Kathy shrugged, staring at the floor.

She had never been very good at math.

“That’s ok honey, at least you tried.” He reassured her, kissing her forehead.

“Where‘s your sister?”

“Here she is!” Florence entered the room, carrying baby Claire and smiling happily followed by her husband George.

“Ma, I thought I told you not to cook for us anymore.” Trapper scolded playfully.

“These children have to eat!” Florence answered defensively.

“Who else will feed them?” She laughed.

“Alright, Alright, I give!” Trapper threw his hands up, grinning from ear to ear.

“Now gimme my kid!” He laughed as he took Claire from his mother’s arms.

After a wonderful dinner, Trapper wished his parents goodnight and sent them on their way. He finished the dishes and went into the den where Becky and Kathy were playing while Claire watched from her playpen.

“You two, upstairs! Get you baths and get ready for bed!” He ordered.

The two girls stopped what they were doing and went upstairs to do what they were told. Trapper carried Claire upstairs and put her down for the night before checking to see if Kathy and Becky were ready for bed. After a few minutes of arguing, the girls were in their beds.

“Goodnight girls, sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Daddy.”

He tucked them in and turned off the light before walking down the hall to his own bedroom. Even though six months had passed, it was still just as Louise had left it, right down to her hairbrush that was still sitting on the dresser right where she left it. Trapper sighed and stripped down to his boxers before getting into bed.

He couldn’t believe it had been six months since Louise passed away. She hemorrhaged to death after giving birth to Claire. After the initial shock wore off, Trapper became a zombie. He worked, he ate, he slept, but that was it. It took his mother giving him a dose of hard reality to shake him out of it. Thank God for her, otherwise he might have permanently damaged his relationship with his daughters. Even though things seemed to be going quite well, there was still one problem, he was extremely lonely. He missed having a companion, someone to share his life with. He missed Hawkeye.

He and Hawkeye had been bunkmates in Korea. Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce was a tall, lanky thing with a head full of jet black hair and haunting blue eyes. He had a smile that could make anyone melt and a sarcastic sense of humor that bordered on just plain insanity. They were the perfect team, always chasing nurses and pulling pranks. After a while he had fallen in love with Hawkeye and it took him a month to get up the courage to confess his love. Lucky for him, Hawkeye felt the same way and they became lovers. They were both devastated when Trapper was sent home. They kept in contact and as soon as Hawkeye made it back home they continued their love affair, meeting in cheap hotels in order to be together. When Louise found out she was furious and forbade Trapper from seeing Hawkeye, but that didn’t stop them. Hawkeye had been devastated to hear about Louise’s death and he offered Trapper great comfort, but Trapper wanted more, he needed more. He needed to be with Hawkeye all the time, not just every once in a while when they could steal a moment alone together. The thought of it kept him awake, so he decided to do something about it. He picked up the phone and dialed Hawkeye’s number, praying that Hawkeye would want to be with him too.