Authors Note: I, sadly do not own MASH. Although I wish I did. This story comes from the genuine love I have for the show and its characters.

This is also my first posted Fan Fic. Enjoy!

Chapter One – Just Breathe

The ringing of the telephone startled him. He rolled over and looked at the clock resting on the bedside table. The brightness of the numbers burned his sleepy eyes as he read 2:11AM.

"Who the hell could that be?" He wondered. Regardless he got out of bed and headed towards the table on which the telephone was resting. He didn't want to miss a possible emergency from Crabapple Cove Civic Hospital.

"Hello?" Hawkeye Pierce said into the telephone hoarsely. There was no verbal response, just the sound of a woman crying. The sound jerked him awake instantly.

"Hello?" he repeated into the receiver.

"Hawkeye?" The woman sounded distressed and frightened. He recognized the voice, he hadn't heard that voice in two years, and he hadn't heard it in that state for some time before.

"Margaret?" he replied, somewhat in disbelief. His reply caused her to continue deeper into her state of crying. "Margaret, what's wrong? You can tell me, it's okay."

"Oh Hawkeye. I never imagined it could be this bad," more sobbing occurred, "Could you help me fix this huge mistake?"

"Well first off Margaret, you need to tell me what's going on," his voice filled with sympathy and caring for his friend.

His thoughts turned to Korea. He hadn't thought of that dreaded place in a while. He still kept in touch with B.J, but their conversations no longer related to that of meatball surgery. Memories of Margaret rushed through his mind. His plane landed in Seoul, he was on his trip home, that was, until a Sergeant from I-CORPS approached him and informed him of his one-week delay, and that he'd have to go assist with the consolidation of the 8063rd.

When he arrived, he didn't see her, he wondered where she was. For a moment he pushed it out of his mind, set up his bunk, and then proceeded to search for the blonde who had taken over his mind. Upon exiting the lab, the door hit someone.

"Hey! Watch it buster!" she shouted, then turning to realize who the culprit was.

They stared at each other, him with joy, and her in disbelief. Suddenly, they both resumed the kiss that they had shared only a matter of hours ago at the 4077th. Both were overjoyed to see one another, and both forgot about the other people present, who were now a captive audience. When they finally parted, they were still unaware of the congregation of people in the Lab/O.R doorway.

"Hawkeye, what are you doing here? I thought you were going home?"

"Trust me, I thought I was too. Apparently the army had a different opinion and decided to stick me here for another week. Besides, how could I refuse to come and visit with my favorite army nurse?" He looked at her with those cool blue/grey eyes, the look that always sent shivers down her spine. She took a step closer to him and motioned for him to bend his head down.

"Why don't you grab you bags. You can sleep in my tent. It's a small cot, but I'm sure we can find a way to make it work." Her eyes sent him a look he had never seen before, never from her, never from any other women. This look, would keep his mind racing all day, thinking about what plans the Major was compiling inside her head.

Margaret's voice brought him out of his daydream.

" Well, to start, about a year ago I resigned my commission and began working in Washington D.C. It was good at first, the nurses took to me very well, and the doctors were excellent. One of them was a little too good to be true. We got serious and moved in together. I caught him cheating a few weeks back, and I kicked him out. Now….. Now…." Her voice began to falter; she was obviously nervous, and scared. She began crying once again.

"Margaret, it's okay. It's Hawkeye. You can tell me what's going on." He wanted to be supportive for his friend but telling by her tone, he knew he'd get angry about the ending of the story. Although there is a ping of jealously already stirring inside of him, he could tell that what he was about to hear, would cause him to drop everything else and go and aid his friend.

After a few moments, Margaret regained the use of her voice. "Hawkeye," she said slowly, "He's making threatening phone calls, he's tried to break into my house."

"Have you called the police Margaret?"

"I can't Hawk."

"Why can't you?"

"Because last time he tried to break in, he broke my arm breaking in the door. I in turn, broke his nose with my frying pan."

"Margaret, where are you?"

"My house, why?"

"What's the address?"

" 1934 Martindale Drive Washington. Why? Hawkeye what are you doing?" She received no answer through the receiver, just the sound of it hitting the wood on the stand in which the telephone rested.

Hey-O! Thank you for reading thus far. I hope you enjoyed it! I hope that reguardless of whether you enjoyed it or not you will review. I will only post the next piece after five reviews. No flames please, constructive critisism accepted.