Title: Misinterpreted
Rating: K+ (there's really nothing wrong…it's all innuendos)
Summary: Sometimes when you overhear a conversation you can greatly misinterpret it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I'm not making any money. I don't even really own the whole idea…if you've ever seen "Look Who's Talking" you might recognize this. It's all for fun, though, and I hope you enjoy reading my version anyways.
A/N: This probably takes place sometime after Comrades in Arms, when they're not really enemies anymore.
Hawkeye had just received a new pair of pants from the army by some miracle. Unfortunately, they were about 3 inches too long and since Klinger was out of town on R&R, he was headed over to see if Margaret would be willing to hem them for him. He approached the tent and knocked rhythmically.
"Margaret? Are you in there?" It took a few seconds but he heard the lock slide and the door opened.
"What do you want, Captain?" She had her hair up in curlers, and her robe wrapped around her. When he looked past her into the tent he saw that all of her clothes were strung up on a clothesline.
"Um…I got these new pants…but they need hemmed, and Klinger's in Tokyo this weekend." She stepped aside and let him enter.
"Ok, put them on inside out." She pulled out a chair as he slid the pants off and on again, inside out. He stepped up on the chair as she retrieved her sewing supplies and pulled out some pins. She knelt down next to him and began pinning the pants at the new height.
"I really appreciate this, Margaret. I thought they might be ok, but then my face and the floor had a meeting." He smiled and she laughed.
"Careful, Pierce, or I'll stab you with a pin." He made a zipper motion across his mouth and stood still while she finished her work. When she finally finished she stood up to take a look. "Ok, take them off and I'll sew them up real fast." She took out a needle and some olive drab thread.
"Margaret…it's a dream come true!" He stepped off the chair and removed the pants. He handed them to her. She sat down on the chair and went to pick the needle back up off of the desk. Instead she yelped out in pain and stuck her finger in her mouth.
Just then Radar came by to drop off the mail. He raised his hand to knock, but was stopped in his tracks by the conversation going on inside.
"Pierce, get it out of me!"
"I'm trying, Major, but it's stuck."
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Hold still, can't get a hold of it!"
"Hurry up; it's been in there long enough!"
"Aha! Look at that, will ya?"
"Wow, I've never had one that big in me before!" Outside, Radar looked at the door in horror, unable to move. Inside, Hawkeye held up the large splinter that had slipped into Margaret's finger. He looked over to see a small amount of blood collecting where the wood had been.
"Do you want me to clean you up?"
"No thanks, I can do it." Just about that time an announcement came over the P.A.
"Attention all personnel! We have people entering the compound in need of some embroidery!"
The two looked at each other and sighed. Margaret pulled the curlers out, leaving her hair lying in all directions, and pulled a pair of pants off of the clothesline. Hawkeye took back his pants and started to slip them on. She, too, donned her pants as they exited the tent, right past a shocked Radar. Now he watched as the two of them struggled to dress themselves.
"Pierce your pants are inside out!" She called after him.
"No wonder I can't get the button done!" he replied as the two of them ran off towards triage.
"Oh gee!" exclaimed the shocked Corporal as he hurried off, rubbing his ears, trying to forget what he had heard.
A/N: Well, I know it's short, but I hope you enjoyed this little piece of humor. Like I said…it's not all mine, but it's all for fun anyways!