By Lily D.W

"Pierce and McIntyre, McIntyre and Pierce," that was how it used to be. Jell-O was found in the water heater again, it was Pierce and McIntyre. Ferret Face found his bootlaces tied together, we got the blame. Hawkeye Pierce and me. Me and Hawkeye.

**I didn't need a cheesy mustache or have to be pining for my family half the time to get attention. **

Hawkeye was usually said first. Alphabetical order? Coincidence? I didn't care; we were a team. At least we used to be. I remember one time we were rigging Hotlip's tent for her date with Frank. Pudding in her pillow, gag candles, the works. It was hilarious.

**Sorry, B.J, thanks for pointing that out. I'll remember to say Margaret next time. Maybe you'll say something about it when Hawk isn't getting drinks. No, we have to get along; keep putting on this act. I can see when I've been replaced. I shouldn't have to act like I like you for my best friend's, excuse me, your, best friend's sake. **

** Yes, I was the one who helped Hawk build the still. Oh, I'm sure you enjoyed having it there B.J. All the fun with none of the work.**

It took us three days to build that thing. Frank and Margaret weren't going to let us at first, but Henry let us keep it. So, of course, the majors go over Henry's head and call General Hamilton. All we had to do was get him drunk and he didn't mind it so much. Hawkeye always did make the driest martini, well, anywhere.

**Hawk's back now. Time to put on our happy faces again and make friends. And of course, you, B.J, fill him in on our conversation. I hate see him think we're such great friends, not only because it's lying to the best buddy I'd ever had, notice that is in past-tense, but he might start making plans for a reunion, where I'd most likely have to bring my family. Only if it was my weekend with the girls, of course.**

I had come home late that night. I called Louise and made up something about a meeting. I can't recall exactly what anymore. There was this new nurse in OB, I thought I'd make her feel a little more "at home" in Boston, she had just moved from Denver. So anyway, I came home that night assuming everyone was asleep. Louise was awake, however, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. I asked why she was still awake. "

Oh, no reason. I just thought I'd wait up for you. How was the meeting?" She was using the "voice" it wasn't yelling, just close to a deathly calm tone that, I most admit, was pretty scary combined with the moonlight casting shadows through the kitchen window, I half expected her to pull a knife on me.

"Pretty boring, actually, just a bunch of arrogant doctors going on about new procedures, that kind of thing,"

"So, who were you meeting with?" I think about there I knew she knew, and she knew that I knew she knew.

"What do you mean? I told you it was just a bunch of doctors trying to pull a Chuckles Winchester," a "Chuckles Winchester" is what I like to call being as pompous a Charles Winchester, which doesn't happen often. Doctors around here are going crazy trying to get his job since he's been at Tokyo General.

"Yea," she replied, "doctors, and nurses. Mostly nurses, I'm assuming." She then slapped an envelope filled with papers, divorce papers as I would soon learn, on the table and went up to bed. I don't know how she found out, but she did, and I was soon to be a not-too-happily-unmarried man. I can't tell Hawk any of this, of course. I'm too busy hearing "B.J. was so faithful to Peggy" stories, all of which with a "why were you cheating on your wife in Korea" message in them, to get in a word about my doomed marriage.

"Hey, Trapp," Hawkeye said, ending what had become a two-way conversation between him and B.J., "you've barely said anything all night. How have you been? You were doing pretty good last I heard."