M*A*S*H drabble: Metamorphosis

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Title: Metamorphosis
written for litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
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M*A*S*H drabble: Metamorphosis

Good lord, I am bad at writing short things. Still, go here to request a (long) drabble of your very own http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: Metamorphosis
written for litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
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Gaining some traction on Sherlock shopping...finally.

*Advise details of milk selection.*

John can just see Sherlock, tapping his foot impatiently, awaiting the response. He looked up at Sarah guiltily. “Sorry, it’s Sherlock.”

She tensed, caught her lower lip between her teeth for an instant. “John -,” she began in a warning tone.

“No, sorry, I’ll not go dashing off, I promise. It’s just -,” he paused fitfully, then finished in a rush, “He’s doing the shopping, and it’s just now hitting me what an awful and terrible thing I’ve unwittingly unleashed on the world by sending him to the shops.”

Sarah stared at him for an instant, then laughter bubbled up from the depths of her and she looked ten years younger and as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “You got Sherlock to do the shopping?” she asked, her words punctuated with giggles.

John grinned and playfully protested, “It was his idea, I just gave him the list.”

Sarah’s laughter only grew. “A list! You gave Sherlock a list and sent him to the shops! Oh my god, this is wonderful. There’s bound to be an exploding Tesco any second. You should really phone round to the nearest A&E so they’re prepared.”

Gaining some traction on Sherlock shopping...finally.

*Advise details of milk selection.*

John can just see Sherlock, tapping his foot impatiently, awaiting the response. He looked up at Sarah guiltily. “Sorry, it’s Sherlock.”

She tensed, caught her lower lip between her teeth for an instant. “John -,” she began in a warning tone.

“No, sorry, I’ll not go dashing off, I promise. It’s just -,” he paused fitfully, then finished in a rush, “He’s doing the shopping, and it’s just now hitting me what an awful and terrible thing I’ve unwittingly unleashed on the world by sending him to the shops.”

Sarah stared at him for an instant, then laughter bubbled up from the depths of her and she looked ten years younger and as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “You got Sherlock to do the shopping?” she asked, her words punctuated with giggles.

John grinned and playfully protested, “It was his idea, I just gave him the list.”

Sarah’s laughter only grew. “A list! You gave Sherlock a list and sent him to the shops! Oh my god, this is wonderful. There’s bound to be an exploding Tesco any second. You should really phone round to the nearest A&E so they’re prepared.”