#MASH one shot

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Civil Liberties - Margaret Houlihan

Summary: Using your connections, you arrange a trip to visit Margaret while she’s stationed in Korea because Frank has been nothing but a nuisance to her and maybe showing him she’s taken can finally shut him up for good.

Word Count: 1,270

Warnings: Frank being annoying, but that’s about it.

Thanks to your father, a general with numerous connections, you were always able to find the right strings to pull to pay him, and your girlfriend, Margaret, a visit while they both were stationed in Korea. And after her latest letter to you, there couldn’t be a more opportune time to pay such a visit.

It wasn’t always easy to get a call to go through, or to catch him on some downtime, but you were thankful that today was less troublesome than most times and you were able to speak to your father and put in your request. With a call back the following day, arrangements were made and you were on the next plane out to Korea.

You’d agreed to meet your father at the MASH 4077th the day after you landed. That gave you enough time to spend a whole day with Margaret before meeting with your father and heading back home not long after. Part of you wishes you’d wrote back to Margaret before you left, but odds were that you’d arrive before your letter did, so you thought it best to just show up and surprise her.

And what a surprise it was, at least to you. You arrived to find the camp was bustling with recently acquired wounded men, so you laid low until things died down and everyone went inside to do their work. When the coast was clear, you made your way around the camp undisturbed until you reached Margaret's tent. Casting one last look around, you snuck inside and waited it out. Alright, so maybe you wouldn’t have a full day together, but you’d take just a few hours. You couldn’t wait to see her face again.

You were nearly asleep, lost in a daydream, when you heard approaching voices from outside the tent. "Frank, for the last time, no. I’m tired and I just want to sleep."

"Oh, come on, Margaret." That must be the Frank she’d told you about in her last letter. She’d been sweet to him once, and he’d been following her around like a lost dog ever since. That whiny voice is what gave him away. It’s exactly the way Margaret described.

The door swung open, but you hadn’t been spotted yet. Margaret was still trying to give the brush off to Frank who barged in like he owned the place. She swatted at him, but Frank was too stunned to turn and see someone else in Margaret's tent to even hear her anymore. "M-Margaret, who’s this?" Frank raised his arm and pointed at you as if he was seeing some sort of apparition.

She ceased her swatting at him and looked over to where you stood. Then her eyes went wide and she cracked that beautiful smile you’d been missing oh so much. Margaret shoved Frank out of the way, causing him to land on the ground, knocking down some of her things, but she hardly cared when you were standing there. You held out your arms, ready to wrap her in a tight hug. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming!"

"You know how the mail is," you said with a shrug. Then you lowered your voice, so as not to be overheard by Frank. "After what you told me, I figured there was no time to waste. Can’t have him moving in on my girl." You threw her a wink and if anyone else had said what you just did, she wouldn't have stood for it, but when it came to you, well, you could get away with so much and she just let it go with a smile.

Margaret held up a finger, putting a pause to your conversation. Turning to Frank and clearing her throat, she sucked in a big breath of air and let him have it. "Get out, Frank Burns!" Frank skittered away, nearly tripping over his own feet to get out the door. Once he was gone, you laughed and so did Margaret.

"Now I see how much of a pest he really is. You’ve really got to stop being so nice," you joked. You knew Margaret had a mean streak. You’d gotten to see that side of her before you’d seen her softer side. Yet you fell in love with both.

As it was now late afternoon, you chose to stay in Margaret's tent with her, catching up and just enjoying the feeling of having her in your arms again, until darkness fell over the camp. "What do you say we go to the officer's club," Margaret suggested. "It’s probably not too busy yet."

"You think they’ll let a civilian in?"

"They will if I have anything to say about it."

You placed a soft kiss to her temple and agreed. "Alright, lead the way, Major."

As she’d expected, the place was pretty empty, only a few people lingered in the corner, and they were wrapped up in their own conversations and hardly gave the two of you any notice. In another hour or two, it might be a different story. Margaret sat at the bar while she ordered a couple of drinks for the two of you, and you made your way to the table farthest in, right by the jukebox.

Drinks in hand, Margaret joined you. "Careful. The quality isn’t what you’re used to. Stick around long enough and you may acquire a taste for it, but probably not." You saw the grimace on her face and smiled before cautiously taking your first sip. It was a little off, but nothing you couldn’t choke down.

Occasionally sipping at your drink, you mainly spent the time sitting as close to her as possible, taking in the lingering scent of her familiar perfume, and trying to remember every last detail of her face before you had to go back to the states without her. The enlisted man who’d served the drinks kicked back with a magazine, and the few people that had been there when you arrived cleared out, leaving the whole place to you and Margaret.

You leaned in closer, just close enough to let Margaret know you were angling for a kiss, but ultimately letting her decide if she wanted to kiss you here in the officer's club. She closed the remaining distance between you and you smiled against her lips. This was another memory you’d have to take home with you for the time being, so you let it last as long as possible.

You got so caught up in her and the soft, warm feel of her lips against your own, that you didn’t hear the door open, and neither did she. "Margaret!" The sound of her name ringing out around the club brought the two of you back to your senses and you pulled away from one another, remembering where you were. You both looked to the door and there was Frank, staring at you slack jawed. Unfazed was the enlisted man with his magazine, as the sound of him flipping a page filled the sudden quietness.

Frank's face slowly turned from shock to disappointment as his features contorted into something resembling a pout. It was so childlike and exaggerated that you had to swallow the laugh that bubbled at the back of your throat. He then turned on his heel and left.

"I guess that’s one way to get him off your back," you said. You were happy to see Margaret wasn’t upset at being caught. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing. Frank wouldn’t be a problem for her anymore, now that he’d seen her with you.

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[thelatecaptainpierce]

[looks at trapper] btw

[hawkeyeslaughter]

burdened with forbidden knowledge that hawk would chomp jolly ranchers . the swamp would be completely silent ( for once ) and there’d be a loud cracking sound from hawk’s bunk and gleeful giggling while charles berates him for doing it

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The Secret Revealed

➥ summary: Mash didn’t think anyone would find out his secret, too bad someone did

➥ a/n: someone once asked me to disclose where I’ve gotten all of my art from for my stories, as well as tag the artists. Sadly, all the pictures I use for my stories, or even the gifs I use come from either Google or Pinterest. Also, I just finished watching this anime so hopefully I got something correct . I appreciate the unwavering support you all have shown me so thank you for reading :)

➥ mashle magic and muscles / mash burnedead x reader

On the outskirts of the majestic city of Evervale, nestled amidst the lush greenery, stood the prestigious Magic Academy, a school renowned for honing the magical abilities of young witches and wizards. Among its students was a young man named Mash Burnedead, who, despite coming from a long line of powerful sorcerers, found himself burdened with a dark secret.

•••

On a bright morning, the school's training grounds were buzzing with students fervently practicing their magical arts. Mash was amidst the crowd, his brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to conjure a simple levitation spell. But no matter how hard he tried, the faintest glimmer of magic eluded him, leaving him frustrated and disheartened.

As he practiced, a mysterious figure caught his eye. A girl with captivating eyes and a determined expression was making her way toward him. Mash recognized her as (Y/N), a fellow student he had often seen around the campus.

Feeling a knot forming in his stomach, Mash couldn't help but wonder what she wanted. He had always been a reserved and introverted young man, preferring to keep to himself and avoid unnecessary attention. The prospect of being confronted by someone, especially about his secret, sent his heart racing.

Approaching him, (Y/N) stopped a few paces away, her gaze locked onto his eyes, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. He tried to smile, but it came out more like a nervous twitch.

"You," she said, her voice carrying an unusual mix of curiosity and confidence, "I know your secret."

Mash felt the world around him momentarily freeze. His secret was something he had kept hidden from even his closest friends and family. Panic gripped his heart, and his mind raced through possible scenarios.

"W-What secret?" Mash stammered, his voice barely audible.

The girl's lips curved into a knowing smile, adding to Mash's anxiety. "Don't play innocent with me. I know you have no magic," she said, her tone unwavering.

His secret was out. It felt like the ground beneath him had disappeared, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. How had she found out? Was she going to expose him to the entire school, ridiculing him for his inability to wield magic?

Feeling cornered, Mash tried to think of a way out. "I-I can explain," he stammered, his mind searching for the right words. "It's not what you think. I just... haven't unlocked my powers yet."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed by his explanation. "Really?" she retorted, her voice laced with skepticism. "You've been at this school for years, and you still haven't unlocked your magic? Come on, it's time to be honest with yourself."

Mash's shoulders slumped, defeated. The weight of his secret was crushing, and he felt a mix of shame and vulnerability. He had always felt like an outcast, trying desperately to fit in with the magical talents that surrounded him.

Before he could muster the courage to ask her what she intended to do with this newfound knowledge, (Y/N) surprised him with her response. "But I won't tell anyone," she said, her expression softening. "Your secret is safe with me."

Her words were like a lifeline, pulling him from the depths of his despair. Mash was taken aback by her unexpected kindness. He had prepared for the worst, but her understanding and assurance gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Why would you keep my secret?" he asked, unable to hide his astonishment.

(Y/N) gave him a small smile, her eyes full of empathy. "Because I believe that people should be defined by their character, not just their magical abilities. I see more in you than the absence of magic. Let's keep this between us, alright?"

Gratitude flooded Mash's heart, and he nodded earnestly. "Thank you," he whispered, overwhelmed by her generosity.

As she turned to leave, (Y/N) looked back at him one last time, her eyes filled with a newfound respect. "You're welcome," she replied. "But remember, secrets have a way of shaping us. It's up to you to embrace who you are, magic or not."

With those parting words, she walked away, leaving Mash to ponder the unexpected encounter. Little did he know that this chance meeting with (Y/N) would change the course of his life forever, leading him on a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the realization that true strength came from within, magic or no magic.

[mashleverse]

Mashle: Magic and Muscles Special One-Shot Chapter has been released!

The special one-shot chapter by Hajime Komoto to celebrate the anime's second season is now available! Read it here!

[juniemunie]

The Masks of the Kindred seek you!

[robo-dino-puppy]

closer

[marley-manson]

mash s2e05 dr. pierce and mr. hyde | dir. jackie cooper

[scintillyyy]

"Dickie," Mr. Haly says as they shake hands, "I don't know--you've saved us again. I don't know how we'll ever repay you." Dick shakes his head.

"You're family," he says emphatically. Maybe his only family right now. And isn't that his own fault? He's the one who's pushing everyone else away right now, can't even bear to be around them. Not when they're so worried and keep trying to get him to talk about Bruce and how he feels about everything with Bruce right now. He just can't, not after Bruce--not after his confrontation with Bruce in the Batcave. And everything Bruce said. And everything Bruce didn't say. And everything he refused to say. A sharp pang rises in his chest as he forcefully puts any stray thoughts of Bruce out of his mind. "I can't just sit and watch you guys fall apart when I know I can help," he finishes. Back to the matter on hand. That's a much easier topic to deal with right now. 

"Well, I'll have the papers drawn up and sent over to your lawyers." 

As if Dick can afford a lawyer right now, not after promising the vast majority of his funds to the circus. Not that he can tell Mr. Haly that. "Don't be silly," he says instead, forcing out a laugh, "I'll take care of it myself."

The kid is thankfully still waiting outside by his bike when Dick leaves the trailer. He's looking down at the ground and digging his toe into the dirt, clearly bored with waiting. He looks up and his face brightens when he sees Dick, though it falls a little when Dick doesn't smile back. 

"Okay," Dick says gruffly, "I think we need to clear a few things up. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Why are you bothering me, specifically? How do you even know me?

The kid's mouth opens before he snaps it shut. There's something calculating in his eyes, something a little desperate. It puts Dick a little on edge. 

"Um, I, um," he stammers out. For a kid who had so much to say earlier, he suddenly can't seem to put a sentence together. Dick can feel his irritation rise. It must show on his face because the kid gulps, "This was probably a dumb idea. I shouldn't have come. But I didn't know what else to do, there's just something weird going on with my parent's company and I thought maybe you could help-"

His parent's company? What on earth does Dick have to do anything with this nonsense? For god's sake, what is going on? Maybe he should have asked Mr. Haly if he had any Tylenol. "Kid," he says, frustration bleeding through, "I don't know who you think I am, but I can promise you, I don't know anything about any companies. You might want to call the police."

"No, that's just it," the kid says, "I can't trust the police. I think they're in on it. I think I might get arrested soon. I need--I think I need Nightwing's help."

Well. That complicates things.

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[nedlittle]

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2x21 "crisis" really is a perfect episode

[shmaptainwrites]

[CH. 1] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, Sherman Potter, B.J. Hunnicutt, Radar O'Reilly, Margaret Houlihan, Frank Burns

Summary: Reader is the new surgeon at the 4077th M*A*S*H and finds herself, amidst trying to settle in, constantly butting heads with the chief surgeon.

Warnings: None, (no use of Y/N)

Note: The first chapter is finally up on Tumblr! This is my first MASH fic and I'm writing it as I'm watching the series for the first time, so if there are any major canon deviations that's probably why!

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“It’s just when I read your file and saw you were a doctor I thought…” 

“You thought I was a man,” you filled in for the fumbling Colonel. “It’s alright Colonel Potter, you wouldn’t be the first person to have made that assumption, but I’m here to help in any way I can.” 

“What’s your specialty?” he asked, flipping through the pages in your file trying to see if there was anything else he’d missed in his first skim through. 

“Trauma surgery, sir. I worked as a nurse during the last year of the Second World War and when I got back home I applied to any medical school that would have me.” 

“Trauma surgery, must be serendipitous,” he chuckled and you gave him a polite smile. 

“Sir,” the Colonel’s clerk opened the door and stepped inside. 

“Oh Radar why don’t you-,” 

“Bring in Captains Pierce and Hunnicut and Majors Burns and Houlihan to meet the new recruit, already done sir,” 

The door opened wider and the four aforementioned officers stepped inside. The two Captains were both men, one tall with a bright smile and blond hair and the other with straight black hair and tinges of grey scattered throughout. Of the Majors, one was a man of average height and light brown hair while the other, you suspected, was the head nurse with her blond hair pinned behind her ears. 

“Pierce, Hunnicut, Burns, Houlihan, I’d like you to meet our newest recruit.” 

“We don’t normally do meet and greet with the nurses,” the black-haired one smirked. “But it’s a practice I’d love to continue,” he sent a wink at you. “What’s your name, honey?” he took your hand in his to shake but you removed it quickly from his grasp. 

“Doctor,” you responded. 

“What?” The rest of the company looked confused along with him. 

“I am a doctor , Captain. I worked just as hard if not harder for my medical degree and I’d appreciate it if you treated me as such, not like one of your nightly nurse companions.” 

“You’re a doctor?” the head nurse asked. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Her specialty is trauma surgery,” Colonel Potter told the team. 

“Trauma surgery, thank goodness, we couldn’t have handled another Frank,” the blond Captain sighed while the other Major looked like he was about to explode. 

“I take that to be a good thing, Captain?” you asked. 

“Very good. And call me B.J.” 

You chuckled, remembering a faint memory of a young boy named B.J. you'd seen come through the ER for swallowing the key to his father’s new car. 

“Consider it done,” you nodded.

“This is our main team of surgeons in the OR, you’ll be on rotations with them. It’ll be easier if you like them, but if you don’t you still have to work with them regardless.” 

“Work with, we have to live with him on top of working with him.” Pierce pointed to Major Burns. 

“Colonel! Why don’t you say anything to them?! They’re being insubordinate!” 

Colonel Potter sighed and looked over at Major Burns with a hint of contempt. 

“Major, I have better things to do than tell Pierce what to do only for him not to listen to me.” 

“I’m glad I’ve been universally recognized as a lost cause for the army,” Pierce grinned, using a hand to lean on the Colonel’s desk.

“Oh, this is going into my weekly report for the General. If it’s the last thing I do I will get you two in trouble for everything that you do!” 

“That’s a long list Frank, are you sure you can handle it?” B.J. asked. 

Before they could go any further the Colonel jumped in. 

“Captain, since you’re a female officer we’ll have you sharing quarters with Major Houlihan for now. We’ll send out for another tent and set it up for you as soon as it arrives.” 

“Thank you, Colonel, if the rest of you don’t mind I’d like to get settled. Major Houlihan, would you mind showing me the way?” 

“Not at all,” she smiled and placed a hand on your back, leading you out of the room. 

You grabbed your bags and followed the Major out into the camp and around to her quarters which were close to the OR. 

“We’ll get another cot in here for you, but for now you can make yourself at home,” she told you. “I just have to-,” she paused when she saw you pulled out a framed photo from your bag and placed it on one of the empty tables. “Is that your family?” she asked. 

You nodded your head. 

“My husband and kids,” you passed her the frame. 

“They’re adorable, what are their names?” 

“My oldest is Grant,” you pointed to the boy. “He’s eight and my daughter Julia is four.” 

“How precious. It must be hard being away from them.” 

“It is, but they’re in good hands,” you smiled. “You said you had to go somewhere, Major?” 

“Oh, yes, just to… chat with a colleague,” she handed you back the frame and headed out of the tent, leaving you to unpack the rest of your things in silence. 

—

“Hey Frank, nice stitching,” Pierce noted as he walked by the OR table on the way to his own patient. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I really don’t think your glove is going to come out this time, you’ve got it in there good,” he teased and you rolled your eyes. 

“Captain Pierce, maybe you can focus on your bleeding patient instead of poking fun at Major Burns,” you commented while elbow-deep in your own patient. 

“Thank you, Captain. Finally, someone who recognizes good surgical talent and not just flash.” 

“I agree Major,” you nodded, “Although I believe you’re probably referring to yourself which I am not. If this is meatball surgery you’re doing meatloaf surgery.” 

“Ha! Hawkeye, looks like we’ve got some competition,” B.J. chuckled. 

“4-0 silk please nurse,” you looked at who was assisting you. It was still early and you hadn’t had a chance to learn everyone’s names, but you supposed it would come soon enough, after all, it wasn’t like you’d be leaving the war anytime soon. 

After a few more gruelling hours in the OR, all the casualties were finally attended to and you could step out to quickly get something for dinner before they cleared out the mess tent, and hopefully, afterwards, you could take a nice shower and wash all of the blood, dirt and sweat off of your body before crashing into bed and not waking up until you absolutely had to. 

You remembered what it was like to work during the Second World War, but this felt different. You were a doctor now, you had more responsibility to your patients and to the others working in the outfit with you, and on top of that you were a woman. It wasn’t every day you saw a woman surgeon let alone in the army. 

When you stepped inside the mess tent was practically empty aside from one familiar body sitting in the back corner with a cup of coffee and what looked like leftovers from yesterday’s lunch. 

You grabbed yourself a tray and served yourself a few things before going to join your fellow surgeon. Even if you were going to eat in silence you could at least do it in the presence of good company. 

B.J. sipped his coffee and spun a pen in his hand as he looked at a partially written-on paper in front of him. 

“Writing home?” you asked. 

“To my wife,” he nodded. “She sent me a letter with this beauty,” he showed you a picture of a small baby girl in a frilly dress with a bright smile on her face. 

“Oh she’s just adorable,” you cooed. “I still haven’t heard from my family, but I’m sure a letter is on its way.”

“You married?” he asked. 

You nodded your head and showed him the ring you had just put back on after leaving the OR. 

“How the hell did you end up here then?” he asked. 

“My husband’s got a medical condition that prevented him from being drafted, but they needed doctors so they took the next best thing,” 

“So your kids are with him then?” 

“Yeah, mom’s the one bringing in the paycheques for now,” you sighed. “How about you? Got a picture of your wife?” 

B.J. nodded and pulled one out of his pocket. A wedding photo, a smiling couple right outside a chapel. 

“She’s gorgeous,” you smiled. “You got yourself a catch there, B.J.” 

“She’s the light of my life,” he tucked the photo away again. “Her and little Erin. I keep thinking that she’s probably grown up so much since I last saw her and I just wish…” 

“You could be there at home, even just one night to tuck her in, give her a kiss, and read her a bedtime story?” 

“Exactly,” he nodded. “You haven’t even been here that long, how’d you know?” 

“It’s different for mothers,” you shrugged. “I could be away from them for an hour and feel like that. I just hope they always remember how much I love them and when the time comes I’ll be back with them again and I don’t plan on leaving.” 

“Me neither. After this I’d be happy only taking out tonsils for the rest of my life,” he laughed. 

“Man, maybe one day,” you chuckled with him. “But it’ll be back to the hospital for me. Only place that really needs trauma surgery stateside is the ER.” 

“That exciting enough for you?” he asked. 

“I found after coming back from the war, it was going to follow me around anyways. I may as well do something good with the experience.” 

“So this is your second round?” 

You nodded your head. 

“Makes you wonder how they can find so many things to fight about. I thought the end of the Second World War was supposed to bring the Great Peace. But war only brings more violence and war.” 

“I’ll drink to that,” 

You clinked your coffee cups together and further engaged in light chatter while you ate and B.J. continued to write his letter. 

“Any plans for this evening? They're showing a film, Trench Foot Through the Ages if I’m not mistaken,” he chuckled. 

“I’m gonna take a nice shower and fall into my bed and hopefully not get up until late tomorrow morning.” 

“If you think you can sleep through Radar’s rendition of Reveille I think you might be mistaken.” 

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him a sly smile before nodding your head and getting on your way, wondering how you’d ever gotten to a point where you were very happy to see an army cot. 

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[icarus-fli3s-high]

Safe

Hello this is my first time putting out anything writing or reader inserts on this platform, please leave any ideas in the notes and tell me what you think.

summary: Ben "Hawkeye" Pierce has been eating the same army food for almost years, and when it comes to army food texture isn't there. But, a friend was able to bring him that and he returns the favour.

Deathly, poisonous, no good, those were the words that flooded your mind as you took a tray of food from Igor. You looked around hoping to see Hawkeye, anywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Shrugging you sat with BJ and Major Houlihan, they welcomed you as Charles took the seat next to you.

“Hey, have any of you seen Hawkeye at all?” you asked, looking around the table.

“Come to think of it, I haven't, we finished in OR and he ran off somewhere,” BJ said as Klinger came in. you caught him by the elbow and asked him the same.

“I don’t really know Major,” he said, “I saw him moping around storage though,” Klinger said as he went to go get food, or what you could call food. On your way to the storage room, you stopped by your tent and grabbed some snacks that your little sister had sent you. Grabbing the small bag, you picked up and went in search of your friend. You had no clue where he was, but you guessed he was in his hiding place, a place in the back of the storage room on a pile of blankets. You made your way past all of the shelves and to the back seeing him sitting there- you had known he was skipping meals but thought that BJ had taken care of it. You finally got to his place and saw Hawkeye leaning against the wall, his eyes were closed but he looked up when he heard me walk in. We both needed the same thing, some texture. 

“What,” he grumbled as I sat next to him, “Did BJ send you?” you still said nothing, choosing to stay silent. You pulled out the box of food and he looked at me with puffy eyes. 

“I brought this,” was all you said, it was all you needed to say to see Ben perk up. The two of you sat silently and ate what was in your box. After it was mostly gone, he leaned over, his head resting on your shoulder as you reached up and ran a hand through his hair that was already salt and pepper from stress. These were the worst conditions to be working in, but they were your conditions. Ben pulled an arm around you and fell to his side still pinning you in place next to him. I felt his breathing slow to an easy pattern and pulled a blanket over us since there was no waking the man and decided you might as well get some shut eye too. 

You awoke to a very flustered Fr Mulcahy, who looked down at you and Ben with Klinger next to him shaking his head. You poked Hawkeye’s arm as he woke up, well attempting to wake up. He grumbled something about the way it can wait, but you did have choppers come in not a second later. He sat up and stretched.

“But the wounded can’t,” and you nodded looking at your audience as he greeted them walking past. You believe Fr Mulcahy was thinking he was going to find you in a more compromising situation. You clapped him on the shoulder as you left to get ready for OR.

“Father whatever did you expect?” you asked, and he grew bright red, “That's what I thought”, you smiled as the padre hightailed it as you followed getting scrubbed up and ready for surgery.

After ten bloody hours you went into get cleaned up throwing your scrubs off and grabbing your green jacket with a huff. You did not know what to do, you had done everything you could, and you lost three men tonight- three boys would never go home. You reached into your shirt and pulled a picture that you kept over your heart inside your bra. It was your kid brother, who was eighteen years old last year and you felt yourself crumble a little bit- if you lost him, you didn’t know what you would do, so you kept him close and hoped he was still alive wherever his unit was. You slumped into the storage room into the back onto the pile of blankets and let yourself go, tears flowing freely knowing that the chances of your brother or your father going home were slim to none. You wanted to die. There was no hope for you- you wanted to go home- you wanted to see your mother and your dogs, you wanted to hold your nieces and nephews, you wanted to cook for yourself, you wanted to play piano in the room that looked out into the garden. You wanted to play in the snow, to run your horses and move the sheep to new pastures. You didn’t want to be here.

You shut your eyes. As all your emotions came out you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked up with glassy eyes to see Ben standing there, he reached his arms, and you tugged him down next to you.

“Why are you here?” you asked and pressed your face into his neck.

“Returning a favor,” he returned and ran his hands through your hair, you nodded spilling a new bout of tears. You felt a sense of safety around him that you would never understand, it wasn’t friends, there was something more. But for now, you were safe.

[pherre]

i know hes in a mental institution but hawkeye looks so handsome here

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