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Title: Who’s On First
Author: [livejournal.com profile] hawkeyecat
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: Trapper John McIntyre, Hawkeye Pierce
Prompt: 077. What?
Community: fanfic100
Word Count: 238
Rating: Everyone
Disclaimer: Robert Altman capitalized on the Vietnam War, not me.
Author's Notes: I have what some may call a “bad habit” of using my Friends list. I say it gets them fic. This prompt was chosen by [livejournal.com profile] amazonqueenkate. My thanks, as always, to [livejournal.com profile] sarcasticsra for the beta. Change made at [livejournal.com profile] housesvicodin's suggestion.


“I’m not playing the game, Hawk.”

“What game?”

Trapper glared across the tent at him, exasperated. “You know what game.”

“No, c’mon, Trap. What game?” Hawkeye cast an innocent blue-eyed look across the tent. It might have worked if Trapper didn’t have kids who tried the same thing.

“Abbot and Costello beat you to it.” There was a letter from Becky somewhere. It had a picture of her that he should put on a shelf or something. Where had he left it…

“They stole my routine?” Only Hawkeye could manage that note of outrage over something he’d known for years.

“You were a kid when they started it,” Trapper reminded him, tossing a pair of shorts over his shoulder.

“I was eighteen!”

“So you knew they’d done it first.” Ah, an envelope with Becky’s scrawl. That could be it.

“It’s too early for logic, and I’m too sober,” Hawkeye declared.

“What else is new?” The picture was inside the envelope. She was the greatest. Trapper set the snapshot on the shelf by his bed. “You drink, I’ll shower. You’ll be sloshed, and I’ll be clean. It all works out.”

Hawkeye seemed to take the idea to heart, given that he was already unclamping the rubber tubing. Before he could get any into his martini glass, though, the intercom crackled to life. Trapper seriously considered cutting the wires, but then they’d have no warning besides Radar. “Attention, all personnel…”

Date: 2006-01-23 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gandolforf.livejournal.com
“I’m not playing the game, Hawk.”

“What game?”

Trapper glared across the tent at him, exasperated. “You know which game.”


Not that it matters, but for some reason I'd think Trapper would have said "You know what game" back at Hawk, because not only did Hawkeye say "what" game, but Trap's from Boston and the grammar doesn't flow too well around big cities, as I've noticed. I'm not saying it doesn't work, because of course it does, but it's like the only thing that's stuck out at me in something you've written for months. Not meaning that you've written this for months, but that I usually don't see anything that bothers me, even a little. So I don't know, erase this comment, or ignore it, or tell me to shut up, I'm all for either.

Oh, and backdating all of these new posts might have been awfully good for some flists. Mine was backed up about three pages. Though it wasn't totally bad, 'cause now I'm like oh, I can just come here to read some House fic if none is to be found. But yeah.

*runs away*

<:3D~

Date: 2006-01-23 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rwryter.livejournal.com
I'm not saying it doesn't work, because of course it does, but it's like the only thing that's stuck out at me in something you've written for months.

I'm highly flattered, and I see what you mean. It's been a while since I've seen M*A*S*H, but Trapper probably would say "what" instead.

And as far as backdating--good idea. I'll do that soon.

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