Yes, yes...I know this has been done a thousand times before...but this one is differen I swear!

Okay, this is right at the episode "What's up Doc?" Pleeease just give it a chance! Oh and just to clear up anyone's strange thoughts...this IS Donald's baby, NOT Hawkeye's.

Hawkeye looked up from his microscope and glanced uneasily at Margaret. He tried to smile reassuringly as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

Margaret moaned and slipped past him.

"Margaret, hang on." He said as he reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Leave me alone Captain." Margaret hissed fiercely as she jerked away. Hawkeye sighed as he leaned up against a metal table. He had no idea how the major was going to cope.

Margaret burst out of the lab and into post-op. Everyone stared at her blankly as she blushed furiously. She stood still only a moment before dashing outside into the blistering heat. She stormed into her tent and picked up a tin cup lying on her desk. She picked it up and hurled it at her door. It shattered and Margaret screamed angrily as she scattered a stack of magazines onto the floor.

"Margaret?" Colonel Potter's caring voice drifted into her tent. Margaret exhaled deeply and sat down on her cot.

"Come in Colonel." She looked up as he walked into her tent.

"By your reaction I'm guessing that the results were positive." Margaret began to twist the ends of her hair nervously as she nodded.

Colonel Potter sat down beside her and patted her knee. "Now Margaret, I know it's none of my business; but I know you'll feel a lot better once you tell Donald…"

Margaret rolled her eyes and stood up, her arms crossed.

"…I had Radar call him; he's waiting for you on the phone." As he said this he was edging closer to the door. Margaret glared hatefully at him.

"How dare you!" she screamed. "This is none…"

"Major dear; the phone." Colonel Potter reminded her as he slipped outside. Margaret sighed and rubbed her temples. She was beginning to feel sick again.

Hawkeye looked up from his file as Margaret nervously entered the office. He hurriedly looked down again as she glared at him and walked to the phone. She tentatively picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

"Donald?" Hawkeye glanced at her in surprise; he didn't think she would be calling Donald so soon.

"Donald, there's something I need to tell you."

Hawkeye tried his hardest to concentrate on his patients file, but it was no use; he was already completely absorbed in Margaret's conversation.

"Do you remember the party you took me to when we were in Seoul…?" Donald said something on the other line and Margaret blushed deeply. "…yes well…no you don't understand. Donald I…Donald will you listen to me?" Margaret screeched into the phone. "Donald I'm pregnant." She stated bluntly. Margaret waited for a moment and Hawkeye watched her closely out of the corner of his eye. "Donald, are you there?" Margaret swallowed and looked like she was about to be sick. "I see…uhuh…goodbye."

Hawkeye sat down his folder as Margaret hung up the phone, she looked as if she was about to pass out. Hawkeye walked over to her and she ignored him as she walked outside as if in a daze. He let her go to her tent but watched her closely as she did so; desperately wishing he knew what her asshole husband had said to her.

"We're going to miss you Margaret. You're a fine nurse and a wonderful friend." Colonel Potter raised his glass and everyone else did the same. Colonel Potter and BJ had planned a going away party for Margaret and everyone had been doing their best to cheer her up.

"Thank you everyone," she said politely. "You have all been so wonderful, even when I don't deserve it. I'm going to miss you all."

The party went on for quite a while, the food was decent and the booze was plentiful. Hawkeye and BJ were enjoying themselves immensely until Hawkeye noticed that Margaret was nowhere to be found. He glanced around the room for a few moments and then scooted a nurse off of his lap.

"I'll be right back baby, hold that thought." He flashed the girl a smile and headed outside. A half hour later Hawkeye stood in Colonel Potter's empty office. He had searched the entire camp looking for Margaret and he couldn't find her. He was about to give up and go find Colonel Potter when he heard a loud clatter in the OR. He curiously walked into the room and flicked on the lights. He glanced around the room and didn't see anyone, but then he noticed a tray of surgical equipment scatted across the floor. He began to pick the tools up when he caught sight of Margaret in the corner of the room.

He walked over to her and sat down. "Hey Hot Lips," he greeted. "The party got a little loud for the baby?" He smiled playfully but his comment brought Margaret to the edge of tears.

"Hey, hey don't cry." Hawkeye scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders. To his surprise Margaret leaned in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder before dissolving into tears. Hawkeye froze for a moment trying to decide what to do. He tightened his embrace and turned her head so she was looking into his face.

"When I said don't cry, I thought that was a fairly simple request." To Hawkeye's relief Margaret smiled slightly and then laid her head back down. "Now suppose you tell me what that asshole said to you."

Margaret shook her head resolutely and Hawkeye sighed. "Well whatever he said I'm sure he'll get over it. Men can be…well…afraid of commitment, but the second he sees his son or daughter, he'll be ecstatic; I promise." Hawkeye looked back down at Margaret, hoping that she was calming down. To his dismay he saw that Margaret had begun crying all over again.

"You don't understand…" was all she could say.

"You're right, I don't understand. That might change if you could take the trouble of explaining."

Margaret scrambled to her feet and wrapped her arms about herself as she walked towards the door. As an afterthought she turned to him before exiting the room.

"When I told him I was pregnant…" Margaret stopped for a moment to choke back her tears. "He told me he wanted a divorce."