Chapter 4

He entered the Officers club looking for his usual table in the corner, he sat there and waited for her, nursing his manhattan.

"Is this seat taken" She asked him

"It is now"

"Would you like something to drink?"

"What ever you're having" he waved to the waiter ordering another manhattan

"Did you get a chance talk to Margaret?" She asked as she took sip

"You could say that I did"

"Well what did she say, did she deny it"

"Not exactly"

"What do you mean not exactly"

"Well we never actually got that far in our conversation"

"Well what did you two talk about. . .Exactly"

"Lets just say she knows were I'm coming from and what I think of her" He said with a very

Self satisfying look on his face.

"What did you do" She asked curiously and a bit concerned

"What make you think I did something"

"I get the feeling you did something"

"Let's say I got what I should have got from her and I made sure she never forgot who I was"

"How could you do that? When I told you I never expected that you would do something like that to her. I may not like her very much but she is my sister! I never would have told you if I thought you were going to do something like that."

"Even though you think you know everything about your sister, there's some things that you don't know"

"Like what for instance"

"That's not for me to say at this moment" He said as he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms looking very smug.

She went to get up from her seat, he reached out and touched her arm

"If you know what's good for you, you will keep your mouth shut about this . . sweetie" He said as he ran his hand up her arm to her face. She jerked back from him

I always new you were a little loose with the truth, self centered and had an ego the size of Texas, but I never took you for the low life scum you obviously are. He just looked at her and laughed. I guess Margaret was right about you after all. With that she turned and left.

As he watched her go he didn't care if he ever saw her again, he got what he wanted.

It had been 4 days since it happened and Margaret still hadn't left the VIP tent except to shower or use the latrine and she usually managed to do that before or after dark. Although she was doing better with Hawkeye leaving for short periods of time, luckily for her, there hadn't been any wounded. She was still having nightmares, and was still very jumpy and the only men she seemed to tolerate were BJ, Colonel Potter and Radar.

News of the attack and of Margaret and Hawkeye's marriage had made its way through camp like wildfire. Most of the camp weren't sure what was more of a shock, Margaret being attacked or the fact that they were married. Most thought that they hated each other with such a passion that they were unable to have a civil conversation in the same state let a lone be married. Most were left speechless when they first heard the news, but some thought that maybe it wasn't a 'real' marriage. Except for Frank who thought that it was all a trick just for his benefit.

Hawkeye still hadn't shared what Margaret had told him with Colonel Potter, he knew that there wasn't anything he could do officially anyway. If anything was to be done, it wasn't going to be through regular military channels, it would have to be done on the sly, he also knew he would probably only have one shot at bringing the scumbag down, so whatever they do it would have to be done right.

Hawkeye sat down next to Margaret an took her hand and turned to look at her

"Margaret, we really have to tell Colonel Potter who did this and if I know Colonel Potter, he wont do anything until we need him too, and he will want to bring this guy down just as
much as we do"

Margaret didn't say anything for a couple of minutes then she let out a deep sigh,

"I know we do, but I'm scared Hawkeye"

"I know you are sweetheart but we really need to do this, other wise he's never going to leave you alone especially now, he thinks he's got were he wants you?"

"I know he does, just let me think about it for a little while ok?"

"Alright but not to long. . ok?" Margaret nodded in agreement

ATTENTION ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL MAIL CALL COME ONE COME ALL AND GET YOURS AND DON'T BE LATE

"Well why don't I see if we got anything, I'll be back in a few minutes ok"

"ok"

A few minutes later Hawkeye returned with a letter for Margaret from I-Cor.

"Didn't you get you get anything Hawkeye?"

"Nope"

Margaret opened the letter and began to read it and suddenly she froze and began to tremble

"What is it, what does it say" she held it out to him, her hand was visibly shaking.

Hawkeye read it, it said. . . . .
Thank you for a lovely evening, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did -
GT

"That's it! Were telling the Colonel and that's final! were going to get this scumbag if it's the last thing I do along with anyone else who may have helped him, their going down with him"

As Hawkeye kept pacing back and forth and yelling, he didn't notice that Margaret had returned to sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest with her arms rapped around them rocking back and forth. She had been doing this ever since it happened when ever things became to overwhelming for her. He was still ranting when he turned and saw Margaret. He quickly went over to her and sat next to her,

"Oh god Margaret I'm so sorry" he wrapped his armed around her and pulled her against him and kissed her cheek.

"I'm so sorry baby" they sat like that for a while, Margaret finally stopped shaking.

"Hawkeye, what exactly are we going to tell the Colonel"

"Just what happened that night"

"What about everything else which pretty much amounts to my entire life"

"He's going to want to know the reason why he came specifically for you" Hawkeye took a deep breath

"Your going to have to tell him sweetheart, some of it is probably going to come out anyways, I think it will be better if he knows ahead of time" he saw a tear rolling down her cheek

"What is he going to think of me"

"Margaret why do you think he would think anything less of you, you didn't do anything wrong"

"But why does it always make me feel so. . . .so. . ." She didn't finish she just turned and buried her head into Hawkeye's chest. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair.

"Baby, where you come from and what someone did to you are no reflection of you, it's a reflection of the people who did those things to you, their the ones with dirt on there hands"

"I know. . . but it's still hard"

"I know, I know"

TBC. . . . . . .

sorry this is a slightly shorter chapter, but things will be heating up soon!
Thanks to all have read my story up until this point, I hope you will continue to read. Bella