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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters that I do not own. Also, it was written for my own fannish amusement and I am not profiting financially from it in any way. So there's no need to get anyone's lawyers in a lather.

Answer to Raven's March 1, 2003, five-minute fic challenge.

First line: "It was as if--"

by iolanthe <iolanthe@cais.com>

It was as if I'd been flash-frozen. Immobilized, like an animal trapped in the pitiless glare of oncoming headlights.

My best friend had just kissed me. Was even now running his hands up under my shirt with feverish abandon. And I was letting him do it.

This was never supposed to happen. How could it have happened? Everyone knows -- I'm a ladies' man, right? Wherever I go in the entire Asian theater, my reputation as a lothario precedes me....

Hawkeye Pierce, a legend in his own mind.

What the hell was I thinking? What the hell was I doing alone in the supply tent with a man -- with my best friend? I wasn't even particularly drunk. Tired, maybe, but tired is just part of the everyday fabric of life here. So is drunk, come to think of it....

What the hell, full stop.

The next time Trapper's lips brushed mine, I kissed him back.

END

© March 2003