FIC: Who's That Man (PG-13)
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mash_slashTitle: Who's That Man?
Author: Liz (LilMissFury)
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Trapper gets a letter from someone in his past.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em never claimed to own them.
Author's Notes: This fic was partially inspired by the Toby Keith. Much thanks goes to HawkeyeCat.
"John, you have mail sitting on the table in the hall," Louise informs her husband as he walks in from yet another day in the hectic emergency room.
"Thanks Louise," Trapper replies, picking up the large manila envelope. He recognizes the handwriting, no one else can put as much emotion into a few letters and some punctuation marks as Hawkeye Pierce.
Trapper McIntyre knows the abrupt way he left Korea was wrong, he didn't even take the time to scrawl out a few words to say goodbye, just took off without a word. But Trapper also understood back then what he's not sure Hawkeye understands even now, he had too much waiting for him here at home to put that at risk.
As he walks into the den he stares at the envelope wondering what it holds. After he's locked himself in his den for complete privacy Trapper opens it with extreme care. He doesn't want to mar anything his former lover has sent him.
The first thing he pulls out is a 5x10 portrait. It's a group shot, Trapper only recognizes a few of the faces. Gentle Father Mulcahey with his volumnous robes flowing around him, fiery Hotlips Houlihan, although she looks as if she's calmed down since he left Korea. He barely recognizes Klinger without his dresses and accessories.
There are also those he doesn't recognize. A pudgy looking man with male pattern baldness, an older Colonel who looked a lot like that crazy General Steele, and then there was the guy that he knows is his replacement in the swamp. And then there's Hawkeye, Benjamin Franklin Pierce, undisputedly the love of his life. Oh sure he loves Louise, he can't help but love the woman who's given him three wonderful children, but not the way he loves Hawkeye. There's no one he can love the way he loves Hawkeye.
After staring at the picture for a moment he takes a deep breath and starts to read the letter.
"Trapper,
Hello from the war zone, I just thought you might like an update from the good old 4077th. I guess you can see the staff has changed a bit since you left. Radar, the lucky bastard, got to go home a few months ago and Klinger has taken over his job. No, it's not as bad as you might think, Klinger only loses a third of everything, I do miss the dresses though. No one could accessorize quite like Klinger."
"Margaret has married, divorced, and loved more men than I can count, but as she's loosened up from the tight Hotlips Houlihan we used to know I've found she's one of the best friends a boy can have. I don't even try to get up her skirt...much. Colonel Potter runs a tight ship, but he's always there to listen, he reminds me a lot of my father that way, and that's a good thing to have in the middle of this war."
"And now to the Swamp rats, I guess I should update you on the still, it still makes the best bathtub gin this side of South Korea. Tastes like Kerosene, and would probably burn just as bright. Frank Burns went completely cuckoo after Margaret got married and ended up getting that Section 8, Klinger was working so hard for."
"So they sent us Charles Emerson Winchester the Third. I figured he was going to be another tightass like Frank. But he's turned out to be an okay guy, at least he appreciates the subtleties of a good practical joke, of course he his taste in music leaves a lot to be desired, but he's a good guy just the same. You can always count on him to come through."
"And then there's your replacement, although really no one could ever replace you..."
Trapper stops reading for a moment and catches his breath, Hawkeye said there's no one who could replace him. His heart was beating out of his chest, there was still a chance.
"No, BJ Hunnicutt has made his own place in my heart. You know, you'd like him, he's smart, reliable, steadfast, and the best damned friend a man could ask for. He's become more than that as well. Trapper, after you left I didn't think there was anyone who could make me stop hurting, but BJ...he's made me stop hurting."
"He loves me for who and what I am. When the lights are out and Charles is pulling the night shift in post-op, BJ doesn't have a problem squeezing two people into a bunk that was barely made for one person. It isn't always sex, sometimes when things are looking their worst he'll just hold me and remind me I have something to live for."
"In fact he's sitting here right now reading over my shoulder and making sure I get everything right."
"So let's skip the pleasantries and let me tell you why I really wrote Trapper. You bastard, how could you just leave me like that? You didn't even have the balls to write me a little note that said goodbye. I was ten minutes too late to catch you before your plane took off. I didn't think I would ever forgive you."
"But in the end I have forgiven you Trapper. And you can thank your "replacement" for that as well. BJ has made me realize that sometimes in war we do things we wouldn't do otherwise. That sometimes in the middle of all this death you grab onto the one thing that reminds you you are alive and cling to that with all your might. You were that for me, my reminder that I was alive."
"So this will be the last time I ever write you John Francis Xavier McIntyre. Because in the last year I've come to realize BJ wasn't your replacement. You were his placeholder, here to help me until he was sent to me. I'll always love you as a friend Trapper, but that's it, you're nothing more than a friend."
"With Warmest Regards,
Benjamin Franklin Pierce
Hawkeye"
Trapper feels as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest when he finishes Hawkeye’s letter. He walks over to his liquor cabinet, pulls out his most expensive bottle of gin, opens the top, and downs half the bottle in one swallow. He walks back over to his desk and stares at the enclosed picture.
He knows now, he knows who the man is who's running his life, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like it one bit
Author: Liz (LilMissFury)
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Trapper gets a letter from someone in his past.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em never claimed to own them.
Author's Notes: This fic was partially inspired by the Toby Keith. Much thanks goes to HawkeyeCat.
"John, you have mail sitting on the table in the hall," Louise informs her husband as he walks in from yet another day in the hectic emergency room.
"Thanks Louise," Trapper replies, picking up the large manila envelope. He recognizes the handwriting, no one else can put as much emotion into a few letters and some punctuation marks as Hawkeye Pierce.
Trapper McIntyre knows the abrupt way he left Korea was wrong, he didn't even take the time to scrawl out a few words to say goodbye, just took off without a word. But Trapper also understood back then what he's not sure Hawkeye understands even now, he had too much waiting for him here at home to put that at risk.
As he walks into the den he stares at the envelope wondering what it holds. After he's locked himself in his den for complete privacy Trapper opens it with extreme care. He doesn't want to mar anything his former lover has sent him.
The first thing he pulls out is a 5x10 portrait. It's a group shot, Trapper only recognizes a few of the faces. Gentle Father Mulcahey with his volumnous robes flowing around him, fiery Hotlips Houlihan, although she looks as if she's calmed down since he left Korea. He barely recognizes Klinger without his dresses and accessories.
There are also those he doesn't recognize. A pudgy looking man with male pattern baldness, an older Colonel who looked a lot like that crazy General Steele, and then there was the guy that he knows is his replacement in the swamp. And then there's Hawkeye, Benjamin Franklin Pierce, undisputedly the love of his life. Oh sure he loves Louise, he can't help but love the woman who's given him three wonderful children, but not the way he loves Hawkeye. There's no one he can love the way he loves Hawkeye.
After staring at the picture for a moment he takes a deep breath and starts to read the letter.
"Trapper,
Hello from the war zone, I just thought you might like an update from the good old 4077th. I guess you can see the staff has changed a bit since you left. Radar, the lucky bastard, got to go home a few months ago and Klinger has taken over his job. No, it's not as bad as you might think, Klinger only loses a third of everything, I do miss the dresses though. No one could accessorize quite like Klinger."
"Margaret has married, divorced, and loved more men than I can count, but as she's loosened up from the tight Hotlips Houlihan we used to know I've found she's one of the best friends a boy can have. I don't even try to get up her skirt...much. Colonel Potter runs a tight ship, but he's always there to listen, he reminds me a lot of my father that way, and that's a good thing to have in the middle of this war."
"And now to the Swamp rats, I guess I should update you on the still, it still makes the best bathtub gin this side of South Korea. Tastes like Kerosene, and would probably burn just as bright. Frank Burns went completely cuckoo after Margaret got married and ended up getting that Section 8, Klinger was working so hard for."
"So they sent us Charles Emerson Winchester the Third. I figured he was going to be another tightass like Frank. But he's turned out to be an okay guy, at least he appreciates the subtleties of a good practical joke, of course he his taste in music leaves a lot to be desired, but he's a good guy just the same. You can always count on him to come through."
"And then there's your replacement, although really no one could ever replace you..."
Trapper stops reading for a moment and catches his breath, Hawkeye said there's no one who could replace him. His heart was beating out of his chest, there was still a chance.
"No, BJ Hunnicutt has made his own place in my heart. You know, you'd like him, he's smart, reliable, steadfast, and the best damned friend a man could ask for. He's become more than that as well. Trapper, after you left I didn't think there was anyone who could make me stop hurting, but BJ...he's made me stop hurting."
"He loves me for who and what I am. When the lights are out and Charles is pulling the night shift in post-op, BJ doesn't have a problem squeezing two people into a bunk that was barely made for one person. It isn't always sex, sometimes when things are looking their worst he'll just hold me and remind me I have something to live for."
"In fact he's sitting here right now reading over my shoulder and making sure I get everything right."
"So let's skip the pleasantries and let me tell you why I really wrote Trapper. You bastard, how could you just leave me like that? You didn't even have the balls to write me a little note that said goodbye. I was ten minutes too late to catch you before your plane took off. I didn't think I would ever forgive you."
"But in the end I have forgiven you Trapper. And you can thank your "replacement" for that as well. BJ has made me realize that sometimes in war we do things we wouldn't do otherwise. That sometimes in the middle of all this death you grab onto the one thing that reminds you you are alive and cling to that with all your might. You were that for me, my reminder that I was alive."
"So this will be the last time I ever write you John Francis Xavier McIntyre. Because in the last year I've come to realize BJ wasn't your replacement. You were his placeholder, here to help me until he was sent to me. I'll always love you as a friend Trapper, but that's it, you're nothing more than a friend."
"With Warmest Regards,
Benjamin Franklin Pierce
Hawkeye"
Trapper feels as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest when he finishes Hawkeye’s letter. He walks over to his liquor cabinet, pulls out his most expensive bottle of gin, opens the top, and downs half the bottle in one swallow. He walks back over to his desk and stares at the enclosed picture.
He knows now, he knows who the man is who's running his life, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like it one bit
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Date: 2005-05-28 04:21 am (UTC)That was very nice. I liked it. ^_^
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Date: 2005-06-06 05:09 pm (UTC)Though Trapper's not saying goodbye does explain why Hawk was so insistent in getting B.J. to say goodbye when they all go home.