MASH = P-T
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: All the usual suspects :)
Prompt: Plethora
Rating: U
Author's Notes: Unatributed dialogue usually makes me want to maim something, but am using it here for effect [to convey the chaos of the theartre].
“Three-oh-silk, if you please.”
“We’re all out doctor.”
“Uh OK, just give me what we have … Thanks”
“This guy’s got a punctured lung.”
“Pierce can you take it?”
“Sure, Kellye could you close for me?”
“Suction”
“Damn it, this kid’s got more holes in him than on a golf course,”
“More suction, how’s he doing for blood?”
“Nearly out.”
“Another bottle of the house red for table two!”
“Hey, when’s the supply truck getting here?”
“About the same time hell freezes over.”
“Great, they’ll probably bring us mozzie nets and a case of sunlotion.”
“And more casualties, as always.”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: Hawkeye
Prompt: Quaff
Rating: PG
Author's Notes:
One drink to warm you, as you slump down in the chair.
One drink to ease the pain, uncoiling muscles from a long day’s slog.
One drink to make you laugh at a terrible joke
One to make you stronger, smarter, wittier, the world blunted
One drink to drive the demons from your thoughts, the ones of memories and hauntings that plague your mind at night… only when you’re sober though, without drink to dull your mind.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
“Nah, just one more.” … Always just one more
Precious still, elixir of life, fountain of solace.
“Bottoms up”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: BJ & Hawkeye
Prompt: Riposte
Rating: U
Author's Notes: This is canon, though can't remember the episode this is from.
One of the first things I learnt about Hawkeye was; he always has to have the last word.
It never mentioned it until we were trying to come up with dirty laundry to air in the name of Ferret face’s amusement. That was just the first thing that came to mind. I didn’t even mean it, really. Not enough to warrant the fight we had. It soon blew over though, we kissed and made up, so he saw it only fair to concede;
“OK, just this once I’m going to let you get the last word.”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome.”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: Hawkeye, Henry, Trapper
Prompt: Schadenfreude
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Novelisation [after a fashion] of the scene in 'I hate a mystery'.
“Macintyre, what’s in there?” Henry, trying to be authoritative.
“Soot”
“We’ll just see about that.”
You could have seen it coming a mile off. As he wrenched the stove pipes apart. Utter inevitability that his face would be caked with the now liberated back powder.
It was still funny though; howling, side aching, floor thumping, gasping for breath hilarious.
You shouldn’t laugh really. As mothers say; it wasn’t very nice to revel in the misfortunes of others.
Maybe so, but that could wait, for now they would laugh. The elation lifting, a spot of heaven in a hell of war.
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: The Swamp rats
Prompt: Tryst
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Can be read with or without slashy subtext, because that's just part of the charm.
“Good evening my dear swamp-mates.”
Hawkeye’s cheerful in a way that can only come from one thing, or rather the expectation thereof.
Frank watches with those suspicious ferret eyes of his. Then nods cordially as he checks his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes, and makes a discreet [by his standards] exit.
Hawkeye gives an inquiring expression, but we both know the reason; Hot-Lips.
“Wonder if it’s the supply tent or laundry room this time” I ponder contemptuously.
Hawk tutts a little, familiar smile in place.
“Y’know what they say about he who is without sin, Trap…”
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: All the usual suspects :)
Prompt: Plethora
Rating: U
Author's Notes: Unatributed dialogue usually makes me want to maim something, but am using it here for effect [to convey the chaos of the theartre].
“Three-oh-silk, if you please.”
“We’re all out doctor.”
“Uh OK, just give me what we have … Thanks”
“This guy’s got a punctured lung.”
“Pierce can you take it?”
“Sure, Kellye could you close for me?”
“Suction”
“Damn it, this kid’s got more holes in him than on a golf course,”
“More suction, how’s he doing for blood?”
“Nearly out.”
“Another bottle of the house red for table two!”
“Hey, when’s the supply truck getting here?”
“About the same time hell freezes over.”
“Great, they’ll probably bring us mozzie nets and a case of sunlotion.”
“And more casualties, as always.”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: Hawkeye
Prompt: Quaff
Rating: PG
Author's Notes:
One drink to warm you, as you slump down in the chair.
One drink to ease the pain, uncoiling muscles from a long day’s slog.
One drink to make you laugh at a terrible joke
One to make you stronger, smarter, wittier, the world blunted
One drink to drive the demons from your thoughts, the ones of memories and hauntings that plague your mind at night… only when you’re sober though, without drink to dull your mind.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
“Nah, just one more.” … Always just one more
Precious still, elixir of life, fountain of solace.
“Bottoms up”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: BJ & Hawkeye
Prompt: Riposte
Rating: U
Author's Notes: This is canon, though can't remember the episode this is from.
One of the first things I learnt about Hawkeye was; he always has to have the last word.
It never mentioned it until we were trying to come up with dirty laundry to air in the name of Ferret face’s amusement. That was just the first thing that came to mind. I didn’t even mean it, really. Not enough to warrant the fight we had. It soon blew over though, we kissed and made up, so he saw it only fair to concede;
“OK, just this once I’m going to let you get the last word.”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome.”
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: Hawkeye, Henry, Trapper
Prompt: Schadenfreude
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Novelisation [after a fashion] of the scene in 'I hate a mystery'.
“Macintyre, what’s in there?” Henry, trying to be authoritative.
“Soot”
“We’ll just see about that.”
You could have seen it coming a mile off. As he wrenched the stove pipes apart. Utter inevitability that his face would be caked with the now liberated back powder.
It was still funny though; howling, side aching, floor thumping, gasping for breath hilarious.
You shouldn’t laugh really. As mothers say; it wasn’t very nice to revel in the misfortunes of others.
Maybe so, but that could wait, for now they would laugh. The elation lifting, a spot of heaven in a hell of war.
Author: Sage Harper
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: The Swamp rats
Prompt: Tryst
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Can be read with or without slashy subtext, because that's just part of the charm.
“Good evening my dear swamp-mates.”
Hawkeye’s cheerful in a way that can only come from one thing, or rather the expectation thereof.
Frank watches with those suspicious ferret eyes of his. Then nods cordially as he checks his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes, and makes a discreet [by his standards] exit.
Hawkeye gives an inquiring expression, but we both know the reason; Hot-Lips.
“Wonder if it’s the supply tent or laundry room this time” I ponder contemptuously.
Hawk tutts a little, familiar smile in place.
“Y’know what they say about he who is without sin, Trap…”