A/N: Okay folks. I'm back for one more chapter of Mish Mash. This time its...M*A*S*H. Suicide is painless is the actual name of the song. Ya know, for the three of you out there that didn't know that.

Special thanks to my beta, Neo the Saiyan Angel

Disclaimer: I so totally do NOT own anything that resembles anything that looks like M*A*S*H, including M*A*S*H. I do own several KP items, but I don't own Kim Possible or related characters themselves.

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No one knew how or why it happened, just that it had happened. In the months following the Lorwardian invasion, things seemed to had return to normal. Well, normal for Middleton. Fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Some of what the military had called tripod walkers, for lack of a better term, had somehow reactivated and were now wrecking havoc across the city. The heroes of the world, Kim Possible, her best friend/partner Ron Stoppable, the lovely merc Shego, and the blue tinted mad scientist Dr. Drakken, were running themselves ragged trying to stop the ones that were reactivating.

They were not fighting alone. Kim's father, Dr. James Possible, and her tech man, Dr. Wade Load, were running through every character of programing code that they could find and translate to see if they couldn't find the final "kill switch" as it were. Helping them was brilliant mathematician and Ron's father Randall Stoppable. The three of them were banging their heads together to translate and crack anything and everything they could get from the walkers.

On the third section of the front, where the casualties from the walker attacks were being taken care of in field hospitals much like the M*A*S*H units in the army, was Dr. Anne Possible and several of her colleagues from the Middleton hospital. Their job was to act like a buffer zone between the front and the actual hospital. Those that they could treat there they did, while those that were more seriously injured were patched up as best as possible and then sent to Middleton Hospital proper.

Global Justice had set up the tents and provided some of the staff that was currently working around the clock to keep not only the doctors safe, but to do the needed paperwork as well as regulate supplies. Field hospitals like this were popping up all over the world. After all, it wasn't just Colorado who caught the wrath of the walkers.

Anne Possible was sitting at a table in the mess hall trying to choke down the yellow curds in front of her. For some reason, GJ was calling them scrambled eggs. The name just didn't seem to fit to Anne. "Tasteless matter blobs" was more in tune with what they actually were.

"Mind if I sit here, Doctor Possible?" the young 19 year old office clerk, Walter "Radar" O'Riely asked.

"Go for it Radar," Anne said, "Just trying to eat what the military likes to call food before we have to go perform meatball surgery."

"Ugh, don't say 'meatball', last night's dinner is threatening a return appearance," a voice coming up from the side of the two joked. The voice belonged to Dr. B.J. Guberman.

"Beej! What did I say about trash talk in front of the boy!" Anne mock scolded her friend.

"Oh, it's okay Dr. Possible. It's nothing worse than when my uncle couldn't get the tractor to work back in Iowa."

"No no, she's right, you're much too young to be hearing me say filthy things like 'camp meat balls'. Sorry Radar," B.J. said.

"Please Doctors, don't...uh oh..." Radar was about to say when something caught his attention, and he started to look off into the distance as if trying to hear something far away.

"I know that look," Anne noted.

"And it very rarely leads to good things," B.J. followed.

Through early morning fog I see

visions of the things to be

the pains that are withheld for me

I realize and I can see

"Attention all hospital staff. Good news and bad news. Bad news is that choppers are coming down on the landing pad. Good news is breakfast is canceled," a female voice said over the loud speaker. Anne and B.J. knew that the voice was that of Bonnie Rockwaller, who had been sent to the unit to help with a summer school credit. Barkin's idea, of course. With a sigh, the doctors rushed out of the mess hall tent and jumped onto a jeep driving up to the landing pad.

Anne could already tell that this was going to be a long one. The chopper that was landing on the pad now was already filled to capacity. B.J. and Anne gave a glance to Radar who held up four fingers followed by three fingers. Seven choppers were on their way, and more than likely all of them filled to the brim.

'Walker must have hit an apartment building and went back for seconds,' Anne thought as she jumped off the back of the Jeep to help load up the injured. As she was loading, she saw a look in the pilots eyes that she had seen a couple of times before. She made a note to tell Radar to get a therapist on the phone.

Suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

XXX

In the operating room slash tent, the doctors that had been assigned to this M*A*S*H unit were all standing over their respective patients. Each patient had a different injury in a different part of their different bodies, but none of the doctors were working within their comfort zones.

"You know what I miss about brain surgery?" Anne asked.

"What's that?" her commanding officer, an older GJ doctor who held the rank of Colonel asked.

"The fact that sometimes, you can talk to your patients. I remember one time I was working on a football player's noodle," Anne replied.

"Hey, I remember that patient. That player your daughter's boyfriend saved, right? Wasn't his name Brick?" B.J. asked.

"Brick Flagg, the star running back for Mizzou? I love that kid!" the Colonel said.

The game of life is hard to play

I'm gonna lose it anyway.

The loosing card I'll someday lay

So this is all I have to say.

Radar, who was holding a mask over his face, walked in to the room suddenly. He looked hurried as if there was an important message that he had to tell that very moment.

"Dr. Possible, there is a head doctor here to see you!"

"Funny, I thought you were the head doctor around here, Annie" B.J. said.

"Wrong head, Beej."

"Radar, are you sure they aren't here for Frank?" B.J. asked.

"Oh ha ha! It is to laugh!" a doctor at the far end of the room, yelled sarcastically.

"Give him a mask and send him in, Radar."

"Yes sir, Colonel Potter sir," Radar said and dashed out of the OR as quickly as he came in. A few minutes later, a man with wavy black hair under an army fatigue hat came in.

"I'm looking for Dr. Anne Possible?" the man said.

"Right here. I'd shake your hand but that would mean this guy wouldn't walk again."

"No worries. I'm Dr. Sidney Freedman. I got the message that you were needing a shrink?"

"News travels fast. I just started spreading the rumor that Frank was insane yesterday." B.J. said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

"While I'm sure Frank would make a wonderful study..." Anne started.

"Colonel!" Frank whined.

"...it's for one of the pilots. I noticed that glazed over look in his eyes that you get when you've lost your last thread."

Suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please

XXX

B.J. and Anne walked out of the OR, took two steps to the left, and instantly slumped down onto a bench that more often than not, a family member or friend would sit on while waiting on someone who was in the OR.

"What time is it?" B.J. asked.

"Quarter past Sunday." Anne replied.

"And what time did we go in there?"

"Half until Friday."

"I feel like I need to sleep for about 23 hours then get up and take a hour long nap." B.J. groaned and struggled to his feet.

The sword of time will pierce our skins

It doesn't hurt when it begins

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll join you here in a little bit. I'm going to check on Dr. Freeman first." Anne struggled to her feet as well, with both of them leaving the Medical tent and going their separate ways; B.J going to the doctor's tent lovingly called "The Swamp" and Anne going to the guest tent, where she knew Sidney would be staying.

But as it works its way on in

The pain grows stronger...watch it grin

"Come in," Sidney said after hearing Anne's knock on his tent door. Anne, still half in her operating scrubs, walked in.

"Hope I'm not intruding Dr. Freedman..." Anne started.

"Please, call me Sidney,"

"...Sidney, but I was wondering if you had a chance to talk to that pilot yet?"

"Yes, but just briefly. He agreed to stay here over night. Told his CO that he was having stomach pains and that you guys were going to take a look at it."

Anne nodded. Ever since this thing broke out, pilots had become scarce due to the walkers taking out planes and helicopters and other things that could fly. Those in GJ that know how to fly had taken up flying evac aircraft while full time pilots can concentrate on flying battle aircraft. That left GJ stretched impossibly thin on field agents, but then again, when you're dealing with giant walking machines, field work takes a very back seat.

Suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

"This isn't the first time I've had to treat someone like him. With those walker things destroying almost entire towns, everybody is at their wits end. The medevac pilots are seeing the worst of it. And those that were conscripted into the job and don't have the training needed to deal with such sights, well..." Sidney explained to Anne. His explanation made her feel a little bit better.

And I can take or leave it

If I please

After a few more pleasant words were exchanged between the doctors, Anne bade the shrink farewell and headed back to The Swamp. As she was walking, she heard a voice behind her. A voice that she loved very much.

"Mrs. Dr. P!"

Anne spun around only to have Ron Stoppable envelope her in a big hug. The boy...man...smelt like week old gym socks, but she knew that she couldn't exactly smell very fresh herself, after spending all day in OR at least.

"Ron! Not that I'm not happy to see you, but where's Kim?" Anne asked of the mystical monkey hero.

A brave man requested me

To answer questions that are key

"She's back at base, getting her four hours of sleep before we go back at it," Ron told her and then started to fish around in his pocket for something.

"In that case, why aren't you with her?" Anne further questioned, not being able to hide the motherly tone in her voice.

"My cousin Rubin has gone missing. I came by here to see if he had turned up," Ron answered with a bit of worry in his voice. He pulled out a picture that he originally had in his wallet. It was one of Kim and himself standing with Rubin and his wife.

Anne took the picture and studied Rubin's face. After seeing so many people come and go through the OR, if she didn't know them personally, their faces just seemed to blur together.

Is it to be or not to be

And I replied oh why ask me

Anne sadly shook her head and handed the picture back to Ron. Even if she had seen the man, she wouldn't know him from Adam with as quick as they go through the OR.

"Tell you what Ron, go to the recovery room and talk to Nurse Kelly. She's the Hawaiian native. She'll help you see if any of the men in there are your cousin."

"Thanks, Mrs. Dr. P.," Ron said, a sliver of hope in his voice as he hugged his second mom before taking off like a shot to the filled to capacity recovery room. Anne watched him and gave a dejected sigh of disappointment. In herself, mostly, because she couldn't help one of, for all intents and purposes, her children.

Anne took one more step towards The Swamp, however, half way through her next one, she saw B.J. walking out of the tent and towards the Officer's Club. She hurried up a little bit to catch up with him.

"Going to the Officer's Club, I see. Any special reason?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, I think the still is broke. My martini didn't taste like lighter fluid," B.J. responded, acting like he had a bad taste in his mouth.

"What did it taste like?" Anne asked as they walked.

"An actual martini..." B.J. replied.

"Oh you poor, poor man," Anne consoled as B.J. held open the door for her.

XXX

Anne woke up with a start the following morning. Of course, someone pounding on the tent door didn't help anything.

"Honey, tell the man that we just bought a set of encyclopedias," B.J. said, pulling his pillow over his head, trying to shut out the sounds of the outside world.

"Dr. Possible, it's me, Sidney. Something very urgent has happened!" the voice on the other side of the door said.

'cause Suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

Upon hearing that, Dr. Possible was up and in front of Sidney in a flash. She had a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that someone did something terribly wrong.

"It was that pilot that you asked me to talk to. Sometime after I left him for the night, he cut his sheets up and fashioned a noose..." Dr. Freeman explained. Anne didn't need to hear anything else.

"Oh no...I absolutely hate to hear that. Did you at least get his name, that way I'll will know which commanding officer to send the paperwork to?" Anne questioned the man in front of her, trying her very best not to sound cold, while still trying to sound strong.

And I can take or leave it

If I please

"Yeah. His name was Will Du. Reported directly to Dr. Director," Sidney answered, "And Dr. Possible, it's okay if this upsets you. Sure you didn't know the man, but you at least gave a damn about whether or not he was okay. I've seen some doctors who have lost all compassion because of how much death they've seen."

"I know, Sidney. Doesn't change the fact that I still feel a bit guilty about it," Anne told him, casting her gaze down at the ground.

Before another word could be uttered between the two, the familiar female voice came over the loud speaker.

"Attention all doctors. Fire sale on patients in five minutes. Find one that you like at the landing pad. Be sure to stick around for the fastest scalpel contest later on."

Anne looked at Sidney. "Think you can help out with triage?"

Sidney gave a smirk and his reply, "I'll do what I can, but it's been awhile since I've actually been to medical school."

Anne and Sidney took off for the landing pad, followed quickly by B.J. and Frank.

"She said doctors, Frank. Not butchers." B.J. joked.

"C'mon Beej, even butchers have their use," Anne fired back.

"Shut up you two!" Frank said in his usual whiny voice.

And you can do the same thing

If you please.