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The next night at six o'clock Margaret slipped from her tent to the Swamp and just like Hawkeye had said Frank was on post-op and B.J. off somewhere entertaining himself. She sighed with relief when she sat down at the chair next to his cot and accepted some gin from Hawkeye. They sat in silence for a while lost in their own thoughts.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do with the baby?" asked Hawkeye breaking the silence.

Margaret sighed again but this time in frustration. "I don't know. It is a human being but…"

"It could be his and might have inherited some of his father's 'abilities'," Hawkeye finished for her nodding his head. "I know but it is your baby. Only you can make that decision. I can't make it for you."

Margaret nodded her head wearily. "I'll worry about it later. But if I decide to keep it what am I going to do? I don't want to go to the States just to give birth to a little monster and I don't mean the terrible twos."

"Maybe we can get you a place in Tokyo or Seoul so you can still be close and we could come and call on you. Just because you're going to have a little vampire baby doesn't mean you can get rid of us so quickly," he said with a smile.

She smiled in return, "I wouldn't ever dream of it." Then she said more seriously, "Then what am I going to do when I settle down? I won't be able to go back to the Army. I guess I could always work at a hospital while I wait for the baby to arrive. Then after the little monster is born I can figure out what I'm going to do with it."

"We keep calling the seed of life inside of you a monster. How do we know that it is? Have you had any peculiar cravings?"

"Why?" she asked slightly frightened.

"Well if he's his father's son he'll probably have a craving for something alarming like meat or…blood."

She quickly shook her head a little too soon. Hawkeye took note of it but just put it to the back of his head. "No, nothing, nothing."

"Well then maybe in order for it to be a real vampire it needs to have two vampire parents instead of a creepy bloodsucker and an extremely sexy example of the fairer sex."

"Flatterer," she said behind a smile.

"I have other talents," he said with a shrug but with a tiny smile of his own.

"Like what?" she teased leaning closer.

"Well from what I've heard I'm pretty good surgeon, an excellent son…" he leaned closer so he was just inches from her smiling lip expecting what was to come. "And an excelling good kisser." With that he crossed over the gap and kissed her hungrily.

Margaret moved to his cot so they wouldn't have to kiss over the expanse between chair and cot. Their hands roamed each other's bodies exploring the new terrain offered to them. Margaret kept running her hands through his raven hair while his hands kept winding up at her thighs rubbing them. They laid down with Margaret on the bottom and continued with if there was a possibility even more passion. Margaret opened her mouth ever so slightly, which was just enough invitation for Hawkeye. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored her mouth like an unexplored cave.

Just then a knock came at the door. "Uh, Hawkeye?" called a voice from outside. "Major Burns told me to come get you. He wanted a second opinion on a patient," said the voice, which they now recognize as Father Mulcahy.

"Coming Father," answered Hawkeye. He scrambled off Margaret and made sure he was presentable. He muttered to Margaret before he left so the good Father couldn't hear him, "It seems like Frank can almost sense what we're doing. But that would be giving him to much credit." He smiled at Margaret's messed up hair then his face turned to a frown when he remembered what they were supposed to have been doing instead of making out. "We'll just have to finish talking some other time. How about one day from now in the storage shed?" She nodded and he left following Mulcahy as he talked about the patient he was going to look at in post-op.

Margaret went back to her tent and laid down on her cot. What was she going to do? Other than the whole baby thing she and him couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Poor Frank. As she sat thinking she sniffed the air and remembered something. She found the bag she had hidden earlier and smiled. She opened the bag and looked in and took a smell of the aroma wafting up to her. She put her hand inside and took out its contents. At the sight of the juices she could feel a few sharp pains inside her mouth. She gave a yelp until it dulled to an ache. Then she sank her teeth into the lump of raw meat.

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That night on a midnight flight an older gentleman and two young adults bordered off a plane and looked around at the desolate landscape. The older man smiled at his companions Eloise and Dan.

"I can't wait to meet the new addition to our little clan. Don't you?"

They both smiled revealing sharp canine teeth. "Yes Michael. We can't wait to meet our new sibling.

Michael smiled at them dearly. They weren't a Carrie or a Draco but they do.

"Just imagine you two lovers get to raise my new heir."

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The next day while Frank was eating lunch with Margaret and playing footsy under the table he asked, "Is something going on between you and Pierce Margaret?"

"Why would you ask that Frank?"

"Well it's just that you had wanted to see him about something personal but you wouldn't tell me. And I know your personnel better than him."

"It's none of your business Frank."

"Well, hello kiddies. Mind if we join you?" asked Hawkeye as he sat across from Margaret and B.J. across from Frank.

"Go bother someone else Pierce," said Frank trying unsuccessfully to drive him away.

"I don't think so. We're here to stay for the duration of this war anyways."

Frank sneered at him and continued to eat his leftovers from WWII. The rest of them made pleasant small talk about the weather and what they had read in the medical journals they had gotten a few days ago.

Before Frank left and looked at Hawkeye with shrewd eyes. "And I don't know what you're trying to pull Pierce but you could get court marshaled for stealing from the army."

"What are you talking about Frank?"

"Don't act like you don't know. Someone's been stealing meat from the kitchen."

"I hope they're not giving it to the locals we have enough casualties as it is."

"I know you're taking it Pierce. Don't play with me."

"My mom never let me play with ferrets. She said they had rabies."

Everyone around them that were listening to this little episode started giggling which just made Frank angry and he left in a hurry.

When Frank had left B.J. leaned in the direction of Hawkeye and whispered, "So what are you going to do with the meat? Stuff it in Frank's pillow?"

"I didn't take it."

"Right Hawk."

As they continued to bicker they left to go to the Swamp to gulp down some gasoline before the intended wounded came. As they left neither noticed Margaret turn slightly pale and look around nervously at the mention of the missing meat.

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The next day when Margaret was doing inventory she heard the door open and close silently she smiled. Next thing she knew Hawkeye's arms were around her.

"Are you ready for our talk?"

"You mean about the supposed vampire baby I'm carrying? That talk?"

"Yeah, that one," he said distractedly. Well he was a bit distracted after all he had started to kiss the back of her neck. He went a bit lower to the base of her neck before he stopped and looked at her neck.

Then he smiled and started to tickle the back of her neck. "You have a tattoo Margaret? Where'd you get this? One crazy spring break to the beach?"

Margaret stiffened in his arms. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play coy with me Margaret. I see it as plain as my hand" He moved the collar of her shirt down so he could get more of a view. "Dose this go all the way down your back?" He tried to look down her shirt but Margaret pulled the back of her shirt closer to her body so he wouldn't be able to look down it.

"How long have you had this Margaret? I'm guessing by the way you reacted when I mentioned it that you don't want to talk about it."

"It doesn't concern you Pierce."

"Come on Margaret tell me about it," said Hawkeye softly in her ear moving closer to her body.

"It appeared about a month and a half ago."

"What do you mean it appeared?" he asked puzzled.

"Just as I said it appeared only after he had almost killed me. I think it's some sort of mark or fingerprint."

"Can I look at it?"

"It goes all the way down my back."

"Don't worry I'm a doctor I've seen plenty of backsides."

"But you're also a pervert."

"I promise you I'll be completely professional."

Margaret sighed and asked Hawkeye to step back. As he did as he was told Margaret shed her shirt and bra and lowered her pants a few inches so Hawkeye could see the whole design.

Running down the length of her spine was knot work and knowing what nationality that Draco had been it was probably Celtic. At the base of her back where the initial knot work ended there was a crescent moon that grinned at Hawkeye with distaste. Inside the moon was more knot work. But was probably the most disturbing was the color it was mostly done. All of it was blood red. Fresh blood red. But the only exception was the outline of the crescent moon. It was a deep sapphire blue. But what it represented Hawkeye had no clue.

He ran a finger down the length of her spine following the intricate knot work. She shivered as he did this and he gave a slight smile but continued to concentrate on her unusual markings.

"And you said it just appeared?"

"Yes that is what I said," said Margaret a bit peeved. She didn't like the attention Hawkeye was giving her backside even though he had said he would be a complete professional. She started to put her clothes back on when she thought Hawkeye had looked at her markings long enough.

When she turned around buttoning her shirt she found Hawkeye sitting on one of the stools rubbing his own lower back.

"Is something wrong Hawkeye?" she asked concerned.

He looked up at her and gave her a small smile. "I believe once I had something similar. When Carrie had drank most of my blood there was something on my back too but mine disappeared in a few days. Also the crescent was upside down and the color of dried blood. Why after all this time has yours stayed?"

"I think I know. It's the baby. I think it means the baby is like his father. At least we now know who the father was no matter how freaky it sounds," shivered Margaret.

Hawkeye wrapped his comforting arms around her and held her close. He kissed the top of her head and petted her hair. "Do you know what you're going to do with the said baby?"

Margaret nodded her head. "I'm going to keep it. I can just get a job and an apartment in Seoul so I can stay close to the closest thing I've ever had to a family." She lifted her head so her pleading eyes were looking into his lovely blue eyes. "Please Hawkeye. Please don't tell anyone I'm pregnant. I want to wait until they grow suspicious before I tell them, especially Frank."

"Done."

"Thanks Hawk." She buried her face in his chest again and inhaled deeply. The guy smelled so good. Too bad she would have to leave before she could have her way with him.