All's Fair In Love And War
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M through R › M*A*S*H
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,155
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own M*A*S*H, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
How it all began
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in M*A*S*H. They are all the property of Fox. However, the ones I create do belong to me. Anyone that wants to use them can do so, but I would just like to be asked first.
All's Fair In Love And War.
It was 6 months since nurse Jennifer Caine came to the 4077th M*A*S*H unit, and for every day of that 6 months Hawkeye's knees went weak every time she spoke, although he would never admit it. You see, Jennifer was born in England but applied for an American citizenship when she met what she thought was the love of her life. Even though she lived in Maine, Jen still managed to keep her English accent. It was that accent that always seemed to make Hawkeye's knees feel like left over creamed spinach.
One morning I, Jen, came bursting into the Swamp and headed straight for the still. "You don't mind if I help myself?" I asked as I poured a clumsy single into a glass and knocked it back in one. "Not at all" said Hawk trying not to look too surprised as I refilled my glass, sat down on one of the cots and sighed deeply. "What's the problem?" asked BJ. "I'll give you three guesses." "Frank" the two Captains said in unison as they looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes. "You got it in one." I said. " What's he done now?" asked Hawkeye. "Take your pick. You've known him longer than I have so you know just what a pain in the neck he can be." Just then Radar rushed in, went straight up to BJ and said, "you're wanted in post-op Sir." BJ got up and turned to me. "Don't worry yourself about Frank, he's just a big harmless goon who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, just ignore him." "Thanks BJ," I replied smiling up at him. Little did I know that Hawkeye wished he were on the other end of that smile. When BJ had left I looked at Hawk and asked him if he wanted a drink, which he gratefully accepted. As I gave him his martini I don't know why but I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?" Hawk asked, trying to keep his breathing under control, his heart thumping away. "Just for being here" I replied softly. With that, Hawk reached up, slipped his hand round the back of my head and pulled my lips down to meet his. I responded eagerly, slightly frightened by the speed at which my passion was growing. Just as Hawkeye was about to pull me back onto the cot with him Frank walked in.
To be continued...
All's Fair In Love And War.
It was 6 months since nurse Jennifer Caine came to the 4077th M*A*S*H unit, and for every day of that 6 months Hawkeye's knees went weak every time she spoke, although he would never admit it. You see, Jennifer was born in England but applied for an American citizenship when she met what she thought was the love of her life. Even though she lived in Maine, Jen still managed to keep her English accent. It was that accent that always seemed to make Hawkeye's knees feel like left over creamed spinach.
One morning I, Jen, came bursting into the Swamp and headed straight for the still. "You don't mind if I help myself?" I asked as I poured a clumsy single into a glass and knocked it back in one. "Not at all" said Hawk trying not to look too surprised as I refilled my glass, sat down on one of the cots and sighed deeply. "What's the problem?" asked BJ. "I'll give you three guesses." "Frank" the two Captains said in unison as they looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes. "You got it in one." I said. " What's he done now?" asked Hawkeye. "Take your pick. You've known him longer than I have so you know just what a pain in the neck he can be." Just then Radar rushed in, went straight up to BJ and said, "you're wanted in post-op Sir." BJ got up and turned to me. "Don't worry yourself about Frank, he's just a big harmless goon who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, just ignore him." "Thanks BJ," I replied smiling up at him. Little did I know that Hawkeye wished he were on the other end of that smile. When BJ had left I looked at Hawk and asked him if he wanted a drink, which he gratefully accepted. As I gave him his martini I don't know why but I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?" Hawk asked, trying to keep his breathing under control, his heart thumping away. "Just for being here" I replied softly. With that, Hawk reached up, slipped his hand round the back of my head and pulled my lips down to meet his. I responded eagerly, slightly frightened by the speed at which my passion was growing. Just as Hawkeye was about to pull me back onto the cot with him Frank walked in.
To be continued...