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It was ten 'til five and Hawkeye was on his way to escort Margaret to the mess tent for dinner. He approached the V.I.P. tent and knocked. He didn't get an answer so he knocked again.

"Margaret? Are you in there?" he hollered.

"Go away, Captain." came the reply.

He stepped back, shocked, and then entered the tent anyways. He found her sitting on the cot, hunched over with her arms wrapped around her middle. This startled him to action and he rushed to her side and knelt down.

"Margaret? What's wrong?"

"Go, away, Pierce." She groaned and leaned farther over.

"Margaret, you're in pain. Let me help you. I am a doctor after all."

"There's nothing you can do, I just have to wait for it to stop." He looked at her slightly confused, so she explained. "It's 'that time of the month'. It usually doesn't bother me, but this month it is."

He nodded understandingly and placed a hand on her back. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do? You want me to get you an aspirin?"

She shook her head. "No, I already took one. Just go eat; I'll get some food later when I feel better." With this she laid down and covered up.

"Alright, I'll come check on you later." He then left her and went to dinner.

He arrived at the mess tent and got in line behind their chaplain.

"Good evening, Father."

"Ah, good evening my son. You must be new here, what's your name?"

"Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce, surgeon. But I let my friends call me Hawkeye. I'm just visiting from the 4077th for a couple of days to help out."

"Nice to meet you, Hawkeye. I'm Father Stevenson. Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"Sure, I might need saved from this food," the doctor joked.

"Yeah," replied the chaplain. They sat down at a table next to Lt. Col. Freely.

"Ah, Pierce…where is Major Houlihan?" The C.O. asked.

"She's in her tent, feeling a little under the weather," The other man's face fell, and Hawkeye felt a little satisfaction in this. When he was finished, Hawkeye filled up a tray and headed over to Margaret's. He knocked, and then walked in without waiting for an answer.

"Room service," he sang out. She was sitting up in bed and gave him a small smile.

"What is it?" she asked cautiously.

"Well, I think this," he pointed to a brown object on the tray, "is meatloaf…maybe. And I can't tell for sure, but this," indicating a white blob, "is either mashed potatoes, or cottage cheese."

She laughed, "Thank-you Captain Appetite." She took the tray from him and began to eat.

He joined her on the cot, "You look like you're feeling better, Margaret."

"For now, no telling when it'll return, though."

"I wish I knew how to help, but…" he was cut off by a loud crack of a mortar. She jumped.

"That sounded close…" He saw the worry in her eyes.

"It's alright, Margaret," he said soothingly. She finished her dinner, interrupted intermittently by shell fire. When she finished he took her tray and headed out. "I'll see you in the morning, Margaret. Sleep tight." He walked out the door as the sky flashed.

"Uh, Hawkeye…" The use of his nickname stopped him in his tracks. He turned and looked at her and saw indecision in her eyes. He smiled at her.

"I'll be right back, Margaret." She smiled, embarrassed.

"Thank-you."

A/N: I'm sorry that this took a couple of days, but I had a bit of writer's block. I'm also sorry for the ending of this chapter….but I couldn't find a better place. Tell me what you think (and if you have any suggestions!)