Love Comes Home
The magnificent scenery flew by as Margaret sat on the train headed east. Flashbacks of the end of the Korean war invaded her memory as she stared out the window, oblivious to anything or anyone around her. The same scene kept playing in her mind and that was of the one man who kissed her goodbye after the war ended before she headed for home. Kissing, other than surgery, was one talent he definitely didn't lack. The one and only Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce. A warm smile came to her face every time she invited the thought. It had certainly made quite the impact on her just from the sole fact that he wouldn't escape her mind, nor her heart, since that day.
"Why", she asked herself, "does he affect me the way he does?" When they met, to her, he was the most obnoxious, incorrigible person she had ever met in her life. After 3 years he grew on her like a bad habit. An unbreakable one at that. Then her thoughts turned to the fact that she was impulsively headed for Maine to find him. She had to decipher her feelings once and for all, whether good or bad. She had always been the level-headed type that obeyed the rules and planned ahead. This was NOT one of those moments. This was just about the most impulsive thing she had ever done. But, it was too late to turn back. Her train was pulling into the station in Portland.
Margaret got off the train and headed straight for the Portland General where Hawkeye was chief of staff. She went to the nurses station and asked where she could find him. The gave her directions and she was off like a crazy woman. He was on the third floor in the doctor's lounge when she saw him with his back turned to her. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. He was getting ready to take a sip of his coffee when he heard, "I hope that's a lot better than the coffee in the mess tent, Captain". He couldn't believe his ears. Was he hearing things? He whipped around to find his favorite head nurse standing there before him,very much real and looking as beautiful as ever, which took his breath away. All he could say was, "not by much", in a voice barely above a whisper. Then, putting down his cup, walked over and swooped her into his arms.
"Oh God, Margaret, I can't believe it's you", he said as he held her with all his might. Taking her hands he asked her what she was doing there. She looked him straight in the eye and stated, "I had to see you". He wasn't sure whether to pry for a reason. He was just glad to see her. They both sat there just looking at each other, wanting to pinch themselves to make sure it wasn't a dream and they truly were in the same room together.
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Hawkeye had a few patients to check on before his shift was over. Margaret sat like a patient in the waiting room until his shift was over, then they went for coffee. For hours they reminisced and talked about their lives in Korea and updated each other on what they were doing lately. Finally, they ran out of things to talk about and just looked at each other, feeling awkward and not knowing what to say. Finally, they broke the silence when he took Margaret's hand and they interrupted each other.
"Margaret", "Hawkeye", they spoke simultaneously, then laughed about it. Finally he said, "go ahead". She sighed and thought "it's now or never". "Well,", she said, "I came here because I had to let you know, regardless of what you're reaction may be, that I love you and I always have. Benjamin Pierce, you're everything to me and whether you return that love is no important as long as you just no it's there."
Hawkeye thought his jaw was going to drop to the floor. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He pulled her up from her chair and gently took her face in his hands. "Margaret", he whispered, "I love you too and it's a dream come true to hear you say those words." They embraced like they couldn't live without each other, and they knew they couldn't from here on.
The magnificent scenery flew by as Margaret sat on the train headed east. Flashbacks of the end of the Korean war invaded her memory as she stared out the window, oblivious to anything or anyone around her. The same scene kept playing in her mind and that was of the one man who kissed her goodbye after the war ended before she headed for home. Kissing, other than surgery, was one talent he definitely didn't lack. The one and only Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce. A warm smile came to her face every time she invited the thought. It had certainly made quite the impact on her just from the sole fact that he wouldn't escape her mind, nor her heart, since that day.
"Why", she asked herself, "does he affect me the way he does?" When they met, to her, he was the most obnoxious, incorrigible person she had ever met in her life. After 3 years he grew on her like a bad habit. An unbreakable one at that. Then her thoughts turned to the fact that she was impulsively headed for Maine to find him. She had to decipher her feelings once and for all, whether good or bad. She had always been the level-headed type that obeyed the rules and planned ahead. This was NOT one of those moments. This was just about the most impulsive thing she had ever done. But, it was too late to turn back. Her train was pulling into the station in Portland.
Margaret got off the train and headed straight for the Portland General where Hawkeye was chief of staff. She went to the nurses station and asked where she could find him. The gave her directions and she was off like a crazy woman. He was on the third floor in the doctor's lounge when she saw him with his back turned to her. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. He was getting ready to take a sip of his coffee when he heard, "I hope that's a lot better than the coffee in the mess tent, Captain". He couldn't believe his ears. Was he hearing things? He whipped around to find his favorite head nurse standing there before him,very much real and looking as beautiful as ever, which took his breath away. All he could say was, "not by much", in a voice barely above a whisper. Then, putting down his cup, walked over and swooped her into his arms.
"Oh God, Margaret, I can't believe it's you", he said as he held her with all his might. Taking her hands he asked her what she was doing there. She looked him straight in the eye and stated, "I had to see you". He wasn't sure whether to pry for a reason. He was just glad to see her. They both sat there just looking at each other, wanting to pinch themselves to make sure it wasn't a dream and they truly were in the same room together.
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Hawkeye had a few patients to check on before his shift was over. Margaret sat like a patient in the waiting room until his shift was over, then they went for coffee. For hours they reminisced and talked about their lives in Korea and updated each other on what they were doing lately. Finally, they ran out of things to talk about and just looked at each other, feeling awkward and not knowing what to say. Finally, they broke the silence when he took Margaret's hand and they interrupted each other.
"Margaret", "Hawkeye", they spoke simultaneously, then laughed about it. Finally he said, "go ahead". She sighed and thought "it's now or never". "Well,", she said, "I came here because I had to let you know, regardless of what you're reaction may be, that I love you and I always have. Benjamin Pierce, you're everything to me and whether you return that love is no important as long as you just no it's there."
Hawkeye thought his jaw was going to drop to the floor. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He pulled her up from her chair and gently took her face in his hands. "Margaret", he whispered, "I love you too and it's a dream come true to hear you say those words." They embraced like they couldn't live without each other, and they knew they couldn't from here on.