Bloodlust and Cradles
Margaret woke up panting early in the morning. She just had another nightmare about a certain monster that had called her his wife. It had been a month and a half since the attack but it was so fresh in her mind that she was scared to fall asleep at night. Just then she had a great urgency to throw up.
She dashed outside and emptied her bowels. When she was close to finishing she could feel someone move away her hair and speak soothing words to her. When she had finished and started to sit down on the dusty ground panting she looked up at her companion and smiled.
"Good morning Hawkeye."
Hawkeye smiled down at her and joined her on the ground. "Good morning. Couldn't sleep?"
She nodded her head and let her head hang to hide her embarrassment. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sure it was quite scary. Not that I know anything. Carrie had me under a spell thankfully when she got my blood." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her rest her head on his shoulder. "This isn't the first time you've thrown up," he said more as a statement than a question.
She nodded her head again. "I'm afraid to find out what it means."
He gave her a squeeze then helped her up. "Let's just hope our suspicion doesn't come true." He gave her one of his infamous smiles and left her standing there in front of her tent watching him.
Later that day during surgery Hawkeye kept throwing passes at her much to Frank's disapproval.
"Why don't you just leave the good Major Houlihan alone Pierce. She wants nothing to do with you if you haven't noticed. Scalpel."
"But I just thrive on the rejections I get from you and her Frank. Scalpel. And I would rather hear from her own luscious lips if you please Major."
Before Frank could come up with a reply Margaret cut in, "Actually I was wondering if I could have some time alone with you Pierce."
Hawkeye's eyebrows shot up in surprise, as did a few more in surgery. "I haven't heard anything like that coming from you except in my wildest dreams Margaret."
"But…but Margaret," whined Frank.
"This is a personal affair Frank," she said a bit testily.
"Oh and what an affair it'll be," sang Hawkeye mischievously.
Frank could do nothing but huff and continue his malpractice. They spent the rest of the short session (only 6 hours) verbally sparing like before but nobody forgot about Margaret's request especially Hawkeye. He played it cool while she was assisting him and waited for her to explain herself.
When he was taking off his surgery gown Margaret came up to him and said that she'll meet him in the Lab. He gave her nod to let her know that he understood and she went to the Lab to wait for him to finish up dressing himself.
When he got there he was just in time to see two nurses coming out of the Lab giggling. When they saw him approaching they burst out laughing.
He asked what was the matter and they answered, "The good Major is freaking out in there. I don't think you want to go in there. How about instead we accompany you to the Officer's Club and get a drink?"
No matter how much he wanted to go with the beautiful nurses he had to decline because he had promised he would see her. They gave him slightly worried looks until he gave them a wink and said possibly later.
They left him giggling and Hawkeye listened at the door of the Lab. He thought he could hear something making noise and carefully opened the door. He found Margaret sitting on a stool with her back toward him and he could hear sniffling.
"I hope the reason you called me wasn't because you have a cold," said Hawkeye as he stepped silently into the Lab. Margaret jumped at his voice and turned toward him. He could see that her eyes were red and puffy. Hawkeye hurried over to her and looked into her face. "What's the matter Margaret?"
"I'm pregnant," she said with a tiny voice.
"Why do you think that?"
"I just got the results from the lab in Tokyo." Then she read from a crumpled paper in her fist. "Results for pregnancy…positive."
Hawkeye could see that there were several tears on the paper. He looked into her face and could see the fear in her eyes.
"Do you think it's his?"
"Yes…no. I don't know. I remember vaguely that something was happening when I passed out but I couldn't figure out what was happening." She put her face in her hands. "I'm afraid Hawkeye."
Hawkeye wrapped his arms around her and smoothed her hair telling her everything was going to be okay. When she had quieted down he peered into her face again. "Are you going to keep it? There is a strong possibility it could be his."
She shook her head in weariness. "I don't know what I'm going to do. Now I'll be discharged."
This took Hawkeye by surprise. "What?"
"When a woman in the Army gets pregnant she is dishonorably discharged," said Margaret with a sigh. "Really, I thought with you being an officer in the army that you would know that."
"I'm not an officer, just a misplaced civilian in an army uniform," said Hawkeye using his favorite quip.
Margaret gave a sarcastic laugh. "Just keep telling yourself that Pierce."
"I do."
She shook her head at his insolence. When she lifted her head to look at him she saw him looking at her, studying her. When he saw her look up he gave her a smile ad she smiled back at him. He was quite close she realized. Then he leaned even closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. He backed off and studied her again.
She smiled at him but it was more slyly. "I hope you can do better than that."
He gave a smile and moved closer. He started kissing her tenderly and placed his hands on her upper arms to hold her in place. Margaret closed her eyes and kissed him back. Slowly their kisses became more passionate as their lust for each other broke through their barriers. Soon Margaret was up against a wall with Hawkeye blocking her escape. But she didn't want to escape. His hands were at her hips now holding her there as he pressed against her. Her hands kept roaming his back and running through his wonderfully shaggy raven hair.
As they were kissing in a dark corner a knock came to the door. They heard someone whining outside and quickly broke apart. It was Frank!
Margaret straightened her uniform and answered the door. "Yes Frank?" she said moodily.
"Margaret what are doing in there? And where's Pierce?"
"I'm right here Frank," said Hawkeye walking up behind Margaret fiddling with his pants zipper.
Frank got an indignant look on his face, turned on his heel and stormed off to the Swamp before he bothered to ask what they were doing.
As they watched him retreat Margaret coolly asked, "Was that necessary?" Of course she knew what he had done because she could feel his movement he was so close.
"Not really but I thought I would give Frank a little something to think about tonight while he falls asleep."
Despite her feelings for Frank she smiled at the thought then sobered. "Looks like the end to our 'chat'."
"We can always talk later. Come back inside and maybe we can make Frank's suspicions true."
She smiled and replied, "Maybe later. People might grow suspicious if we spend too much time together alone." She put emphasis on the alone.
"That's my favorite time as long as I have a woman like your sexy self with me."
"No matter how much you flatter me Pierce it's going to have to wait. I'm eating dinner with the nursing staff so we can discuss some important matters."
"When can we 'talk' again?" said Hawkeye obviously lusting after her.
She swatted him and distractingly looked at the table behind him and saw the paper that meant her life was going change. Her face turned into a slightly pained expression and she sat down on a stool heavily.
He came over to her and wrapped his comforting arms around her. "It's okay. We'll think of something. I have an idea. Tomorrow night you come over to the Swamp and we try to figure out what you're going to do."
"What about Frank and B.J.?"
"Frank has post-op tomorrow night remember? And B.J.'ll leave if I ask him."
"You're not going to tell him are you?" she asked slightly scared. She didn't want anyone to know the possibility of her having a baby by him.
"Not if you don't want me to. Everything's going to be okay. I promise," he said soothingly. "Now if everything's fine for now. I got a letter from home that needs my attention."
She nodded her head to let him know he could leave and before he left he gave her a tender kiss that turned her knees to jelly. Luckily she was sitting or else she would have fallen to the ground.
As he left she couldn't help but think about what she was going to have for dinner. Blood.