Weekends with the Boy Across the Hall
by HotlipsPierce
A/N: This is just the first chapter of my little story. Let me know what you think, but be gentle; this is my first fic. As with all of us here, I own NOTHING. Special thanks to LongLiveRock and Hawk&Hotlips for helping me come up with a title. With that said, let the story begin!!
"Look, Margaret, when you were talking earlier about working in a stateside hospital, I started thinking…"
"About what, Hawk?"
"Well, there's a VA hospital in Portland. Portland, Maine, I mean, not Oregon."
"I know."
"Right. Of course you know. Anyway…I was wondering what you would think of possibly putting in to work there. Portland is far enough away from Crabapple Cove that you could live your own life…"
"…but close enough so that if either of us needs a shoulder to cry on…"
"Exactly. I mean, it was just a thought, and if you don't want to do that, it's perfectly fine. It's your career, after all, and who am I…"
"Pierce."
"Yes?"
"That's a wonderful idea. I'm only sorry I didn't think of it myself."
"Really?"
"Really. It makes complete sense, quite frankly. Who better will understand when we go off on some weird tangent about this place than each other?"
"Who said anything about going off on 'weird tangents'?"
"Hawkeye, I've known you for three years. You go off on tangents."
"That's your opinion."
"Fine. In any case, I'm going to take a month-long furlough in Hawaii, and then, I'll transfer to Portland."
"That's fantastic. You're going to love Maine. The landscape is amazing, and the food's to die for. Have I ever told you about the lobster?"
"Repeatedly. I can't wait."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For doing this."
"Believe me, it's my pleasure. Thank you for coming by tonight."
"You're welcome. So I guess this means we won't have to say goodbye tomorrow."
"I guess not. What are going to do instead?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something." The captain smiled as he bent down to lay a soft kiss on Margaret's cheek before heading back to what was left of the Swamp after the fire. She leaned against the doorframe and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she would survive peace in her time after all, but what was that wretched ringing sound?
Margaret's eyelids burst open before she reached over to hit the snooze button on her alarm. Why couldn't that stupid clock just once let her get to the best part of that dream, the part that took place the next day? As she pulled the covers closer, she thought back on that kiss. Her eyes had been closed, but she could just imagine the look on her friends' faces. While she giggled at the memory, her alarm went off again. "Time to get out of bed."
She padded over to her bedroom window and proceeded to open the curtains. Hawkeye had been right. Maine was beautiful. Even on this dreary March day, Maine was so beautiful.