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[freelancertexas]

When: [BACKDATED] October 24th, before Dr. Horrible escapes.
Where: The triage center.
Who: Tex and Hawkeye
What: Tex drops off the forceps. No, really. Just that. Maybe some flirting on her part. Or, you know, some blatant hitting on. Whatever.
Rating: PG-13, you never know.

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[bfpierce]

Hawk sat around muttering at the computer, again.

He was getting better at it, but the one person who'd used to answer all his questions had run off for parts unknown. Hawk cursed at Brennan under his breath.

Hawk picked up a folder and made his way over to the file room muttering all the way, "Goddam paperwork, almost as bad as the goddamn army."

[freelancertexas]

"You know, Doc, the paperwork isn't listening to you." She was coming down the hall as he crossed it, about fifteen feet in front of her, and smirked, lifting up the forceps to wiggle them some at him. "Brought back your instrument of torture. Had lots of fun with it and all that. Leg feels better." And she had, of course sterilized it before bringing it back. Tex had hygine. It was Caboose who didn't. And come to think of it, she was a bit concerned about those guys. They, after all, owed her some money.

[bfpierce]

Hawk harrumphed at her crack about the paperwork, "Well, it sure helps me feel better." He dropped the paperwork on a nearby desk and walked over to take the forceps. "Well, I just have to sterilize them, good, you mind if I have a look at that leg? Normally we don't to self-service here.""

[freelancertexas]

"Normally we do self-service in the field. Our medics just want to rub our necks with Aloe." She smirked and was nodding. She'd let him check her out. "Where am I going?" Since she certainly wasn't going to drop trow here in the hallway.