Fantasy
By Mireille
Fandom: MASH
Pairing: Hawkeye/Trapper John
Rating
Summary: Response to 5 minute challenge, Fantasy
Fantasy
By Mireille
Fantasy, Hawkeye thought, was a dangerous thing.
Fantasy was what sent completely random--and completely, totally unwanted, irrational, and stupid--thoughts wandering through his mind while he was kissing the pretty new nurse. Thoughts she'd have been insulted and horrified by if she'd been able to guess them, he was sure.
Fantasy was what kept him lying awake at night, looking over at the next cot and wishing something, anything, were different. If there wasn't a war. If they didn't get along quite as well. If he wasn't so damned *lonely.* If he could just get his thoughts in order.
Forget that, if he could just make the thoughts go away.
Or if he had the nerve to *do* something about them.
And the more he thought about that, the more he was afraid he actually would do something, one day, and then he would find out exactly why fantasies--at least, those particular fantasies--were such a bad idea.
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Mireille