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hawkeyecat
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Claim: General Series
Character(s): Sidney Freedman, Henry Blake, Radar O’Reilly, Hawkeye Pierce, Trapper John McIntyre
Prompt: 075. Shade
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fanfic100
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks, Sara.
Sidney pulled into the 4077 the afternoon after Hawkeye’s call, travel-dusty and road-worn. Henry came out to greet him, brow knit and Radar following like a puppy, and Hawkeye and Trapper emerged from their den.
“Sidney, I don’t think we—”
“We didn’t call him, sir,” Radar interrupted, voice low.
Sidney caught the words and the pleading look Hawkeye sent him. “Just here to play some poker.” He smiled reassuringly at Henry. “Maybe talk to some of your patients, if you need me to.”
Hawkeye found him a bare quarter-hour later with a cup of coffee he could probably fill his pen with and an open journal.
“Thanks for covering for me.”
“Who’s covering?” The corner of Sidney’s mouth turned up slightly. “You’re everybody’s favorite patient.”
Hawkeye didn’t laugh. “Can we talk?” He glanced around at the canvas walls. “Outside?”
“Lot harder to keep confidentiality outside,” but Sidney was already getting up. “What’s going on, Hawkeye?”
Author:
hawkeyecatFandom: M*A*S*H
Claim: General Series
Character(s): Sidney Freedman, Henry Blake, Radar O’Reilly, Hawkeye Pierce, Trapper John McIntyre
Prompt: 075. Shade
Community:
fanfic100Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Author's Notes: Thanks, Sara.
Sidney pulled into the 4077 the afternoon after Hawkeye’s call, travel-dusty and road-worn. Henry came out to greet him, brow knit and Radar following like a puppy, and Hawkeye and Trapper emerged from their den.
“Sidney, I don’t think we—”
“We didn’t call him, sir,” Radar interrupted, voice low.
Sidney caught the words and the pleading look Hawkeye sent him. “Just here to play some poker.” He smiled reassuringly at Henry. “Maybe talk to some of your patients, if you need me to.”
Hawkeye found him a bare quarter-hour later with a cup of coffee he could probably fill his pen with and an open journal.
“Thanks for covering for me.”
“Who’s covering?” The corner of Sidney’s mouth turned up slightly. “You’re everybody’s favorite patient.”
Hawkeye didn’t laugh. “Can we talk?” He glanced around at the canvas walls. “Outside?”
“Lot harder to keep confidentiality outside,” but Sidney was already getting up. “What’s going on, Hawkeye?”
