A/N: Thanks for the reviews, hope you enjoy part 2!
Trapper woke up and rolled over and was about to wake Hawkeye when he stopped dead. There, tucked under Hawkeye's chin was the top of a blonde head. He hadn't noticed that when he stumbled in last night, but he hadn't been up to noticing much by then.
Well well, who do we have here?
Hawkeye had never brought a nurse back to the tent for actual sleep before. Come to think of it, Hawkeye hadn't even had a date last night.
Just then the blonde head stirred and a set of bleary eyes appeared above the blanket. Trapper barely stopped himself chuckling in surprise. He'd know those eyes anywhere. He'd seen them glare and scowl at him over the top of a surgical mask a thousand times.
"Margaret!" He said with glee. She froze and seemed to be trying to decide whether to bury herself back under the blankets or make a run for it.
"If you breathe a word to anyone about this I'll break your cheeks, buster" she hissed.
Margaret started to disentangle herself from the bunk but was stopped by Hawkeye sleepily snaking his arm around her waist.
"Morning gorgeous" He mumbled
"Hawkeye!" Margaret hissed
"Huh, what did I miss?"
"Let me up"
"But why? This is so nice" He said, nuzzling into her neck. He was going to enjoy every second of this while it lasted.
"I've got to get out of here before Frank gets back!"
Hawkeye gave an exaggerated sigh.
"Fine, fine" He said and let her go
Trapper watched in amazement as Margaret got out of the bunk fully clothed, pulled on her coat and boots, and walked quickly from their tent. This, he thought to himself, was one of the most unbelievable things he'd ever seen.
"I suppose you're wearing clothes under there too?" Trapper said, even though he could see that Hawkeye clearly was.
Hawkeye just gave him a look.
"So, uh, what the hell was that all about?" asked Trapper, amusement still written on his face.
Hawkeye took a deep breath and exhaled, "She's been having trouble sleeping since we went for our trip to the front"
"So is this all a part of that 'relationship between a man and a woman that's based on respect' you were talking about, hey Hawk?" Trapper raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Look, would you just…at the aid station we'd been shelled all day and she was scared of more shelling and snipers and being captured by the enemy, so I slept next to her and we shared a blanket. Nothing else happened!"
"Uhuh, sure. You're protesting a bit much"
"Trapper!"
"Well you're the one I just saw wrapped around Hot Lips"
Hawkeye had his mouth open to reply but was cut off when Frank stormed into the tent.
"Morning Frank!" Trapper said cheerfully, "How's Margaret?"
"Mind your own business, you great big buttinsky!"
"Has she been talking any more about Hawkeye and well-oiled machines?"
"Why you...!" Frank lunged at Trapper.
Hawkeye reached for his robe and got out of his bunk. Now seemed to be a good time to go and get breakfast.
"Bye Frank!" Hawkeye said as he and Trapper breezed out of the tent, throwing a mocking smile and wave to Frank.
As they left they could hear Frank grumbling about headaches.
Margaret was sitting by herself in the mess tent poking at her food. Whatever it was supposed to be was yellow with a bluish pink tinge in parts. She found it was best not to think too much about food around here, and that was turning out to be mercifully easy this morning. Getting a little sleep after not sleeping for days was making her feel practically catatonic. Her mind also kept drifting back to the lovely, warm sleep she'd had last night and how she wanted things to be like that every night.
Margaret sighed and put her head in her hands. She wasn't supposed to want this, especially not with Pierce! She tried remembering his bad points, the pranks he'd played, the fact that he didn't wear uniform, didn't shave, had no respect for superior officers, the time he'd put pudding in her pillow, the time he'd distracted Frank and kissed her, the time he'd not even bothered distracting Frank and kissed her in front of everybody. She huffed to herself. That wasn't what she was supposed to be remembering. She was forced to conclude that she might have a problem.
Thank goodness Frank was sleeping off his night shift. He just kept whining and begging. She supposed she'd have to figure out what to do about him sometime soon, but lately whatever he said just bounced off the tired haze in her brain. When they'd first arrived at the 4077 she'd been in desperate need of an ally. She'd felt vulnerable and irritated by seemingly everyone's lack of discipline and disregard for order and the military way of things. She needed order. Order and predictability comforted her. Frank had been a natural ally and, though whiny and spineless, she'd been able to get him to go along with almost anything she wanted. Well, anything not requiring bravery of any sort. Back then he seemed to be the only one to understand her and one thing had led to another. They were both lonely people. Margaret was pulled back to reality as she heard someone say her name.
"Morning Margaret"
Hawkeye sat down next to Margaret.
"Did you sleep well?" he said softly, giving her a trademark Hawkeye grin.
She looked conflicted, trying to decide whether answering him would give him and Trapper more or less ammunition for jokes.
"Yes, thank you" She eventually said with a small smile.
Trapper arrived and sat down across from the pair.
"You two sure looked comfy last night" he said with a smirk.
"Oh shut your hole!" Snapped Margaret, going from gentle to Major in a split second.
Hawkeye looked between Margaret and Trapper, trying to look casual as he munched his breakfast. He wasn't sure there was anything he could say without making this situation a whole lot more strange and uncomfortable. "Ugh! I mean, it's always bad, but this morning it's like they're not even trying" he said suddenly as he bit into a particularly revolting piece of food.
Margaret smirked into her coffee.
"Nice Topic change, Hawk" Trapper wasn't fooled for a second.
But they were saved from further questioning anyway as they heard "Attention all surgical personnel, incoming wounded"
"Oh that's just peachy" Trapper said as they all got up and started running.
There went the rest of the day.