Title: A Little Drafty

Author: Settiai

Disclaimer: "M*A*S*H" and other related characters are all properties of Twentieth Century Fox, Inc., and other related corporations. No infringement is intended. This story, such as it is, was written as a sign of respect and love for the characters, the show, and their creator. I claim no ownership of the aforementioned show and characters.

Rating: PG

Summary: (100 Word Drabble) "Hey Hawk... Don't you think that it's a little drafty?"

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E-mail: lynn_foster

B.J. sighed as he looked down at Hawkeye, an exasperated expression on his face. The other man stared for a moment through glazed eyes before understanding dawned in them. With a grin, he clumsily pulled himself to his feet.

Outside the Swamp, several nurses paused long enough to take a quick glance inside. As the sound of their giggling reached B.J.'s ears, he rolled his eyes.

"Hey Hawk... Don't you think that it's a little drafty?"

Hawkeye's gaze blearily turned towards his cot before pausing on the robe that lay on top of it.

"Now you come to mention it..."