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"Yahoo!" Hawkeye cried as he jumped up on to his feet. "This is incredible! Wonderful! Ah ha! Oh Beej this is amazing!"
"What's amazing Hawk?" BJ asked not paying much attention to his friends sudden burst of excitement.
"Bridgette LeDuc is going to be waiting for me in Tokyo! Me! Oh Beej, this girl is…well the only words I can think of is va va voom. She makes Betty Grable look like a bag lady," Hawkeye said giggling happily.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Ah! Yes I need to pack. You know what this is a very special occasion, I'm bringing my court martial best."
"She really must be something," BJ conceded. "But again your forgetting something."
"Ah yes, Charles' cologne," Hawkeye said walking over to his bunkmates side of the tent and snagging his cologne. "And since I'm here, I'll take his wine too."
"Um, Hawkeye-" BJ interrupted.
"I need socks that don't have holes, can I borrow some of yours?" Hawkeye said throwing his worn socks over his shoulders.
"Whatever, but I think your forgetting something rather important."
"Ah, yeah money. Could you give me a loan?"
"Hawkeye, don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself. You need a pass."
"What?"
"A pass Dodo brain. You don't have a pass. And without that, you're not going to be going anywhere," BJ reminded.
"Right, a pass," Hawkeye said snapping his finger. "No problem, I'll just go beg the Colonel. If you'd be a dear and finish packing for me."
"Uh our illustrious colonel," Hawkeye greeted as he entered Potter's office.
"Excuse me Captain but I was here first," Margaret said in a huff. "Now, Colonel Potter I need a pass for Tokyo. I have a very important me- "
"Whoa , no, no," Hawkeye interrupted. "Colonel I need a pass. I have an exceptionally important meeting in Tokyo. Life or Death."
"Oh please," Margaret cried. "Your sex life isn't life or death."
"Yes, it is. Colonel Potter you decide if my sex life lives or dies. I haven't been to Tokyo in months, I've been working my ass off and deserve it."
"You were in Seoul a few weeks ago! I haven't had a R&R in forever! Colonel Potter!"
"Hold your horses, hold your horses." Potter said waving his hands in surrender. "I just got a call from HQ and they say its going to be slow around here for a while so, as the generous and kind commander I am I will give you both a 3 day pass to Tokyo."
"Really!" Margaret exclaimed happily.
"You are going to get the biggest jar of honey I can find," Hawkeye said laughing. "If you will excuse me I have a date to prepare for."
"Oh, thank you Colonel Potter," Margaret said giving Potter a hug.
"Oh, no!" Margaret cried as Hawkeye threw his bag in to her jeep. "This is my jeep, find your own buster!"
"There is no other jeep. We're both going to the airport, we can go together."
"No! Every time I get in a jeep with you disaster follows," Margaret said throwing his bag out of the jeep. "Klinger find him a jeep."
"Major, there is no other jeep. Furthermore, Colonel Potter said to take the two of you together."
"Fine, get in the jeep," Margaret ordered as she jumped in to the front seat.
"Um, excuse me Margaret but where am I suppose to sit?" Hawkeye asked as he looked at the back seat that was filled with Margaret's luggage. "You do realize that we are only going to be in Tokyo for here days right?"
"I need everything that is here. If you can't fit then wait for Klinger to come back," Margaret said smugly.
"You don't need a bag for shoes and makeup! Where the hell did these shoes come from?" Hawkeye asked as he went through Margaret's bag. "Look, Margaret your beautiful you don't need all this face paint."
"Get out of my bag!" Margaret angrily demanded yanking the bag from his hands.
"Seriously! This one is empty!" Hawkeye cried as he looked in the next bag.
"It's for what I'm going to buy in Tokyo."
"Buy a bag," Hawkeye said throwing hers out of the jeep.
"They say they're making progress with the peace talks," Margaret said looking at Hawkeye who sat next to her on the plane.
"What?" Hawkeye asked distantly as he readjusted his makeshift pillow.
"Peace talks-"
"Are you kidding me?" Hawkeye asked annoyed. "Do you see this pillow here? Let me sleep."
"Who's the girl? Margaret asked after a few minutes.
"Is there a particular reason you don't want me to sleep?" Hawkeye asked attempting to glare at her.
"I can't sleep."
"So I can't either."
"Exactly," Margaret said turning to face him. "Who's the girl?"
"Bridgette LeDuc works for the Red Cross."
"When did you meet her?"
"My last R&R," Hawkeye said a smile spreading across his face. "We went skinny dipp-"
"That's enough," Margaret said raising her hand to stop him.
"You asked," Hawkeye reminded.
"My mistake."
"Your turn. Who are you meeting?" Hawkeye asked sitting up as he realized he wasn't going to sleep.
"Brigade General Kyle Douglas."
"A General? You must be thrilled."
"He's a very nice man. Intelligent, dedicated.…." Margaret trailed as she tried to think of more adjectives. "He fought in WW2."
"Why am I not surprised?" Hawkeye said rolling his eyes.
"What does that mean?" Margaret asked angrily.
"Your father really screwed you up."
"Excuse me?"
"You always like old men. Freud would have a ball with you."
"Shut up," Margaret snapped.
"You're the one who wanted to talk to me!" Hawkeye reminded.
"Shut up," Margaret repeated folding her arms across her chest and turning her head away from him.