Chapter 4

A/N: I hope I did a good job. This is the flashback. It was going to be in Italics, but it was all underlined. Anyway, please enjoy and review.

It was six-o-clock. Cicada remembered that night. She didn't know that six-o-clock was a deadly time.

Cicada was taking Hawkeye Pierce back to the 4077th MASH after two days of never ending work in a aid station. Her hands were on the wheel and her eyes were concentrated on the dirt road. Cicada first met him at the 4077th where she was filling in as a nurse with some others. There was an epidemic of the flu going around and calls were being made for nurses. After her duty at the MASH unit for a week, she was called to the aid station for assistance as well. They needed a surgeon as well and it was Hawkeye's turn.

Cicada and Hawkeye got along well (especially at night), since they knew each other. Each one worked diligently and successfully for the two days. They were a great team. But now, the adventure was over and each had to got their separate ways... alive in this war.

The drive was peaceful, Hawkeye was trying to con Cicada into staying at the 4077th with him. Of course, she couldn't, her unit needed her more than Hawkeye needed her. But he was going to keep trying anyway.

"You could stay for a nightcap and in the morning, do the same thing all over again." Hawkeye said facing her.

"I can't Hawkeye. I have to go back to my unit or I'll be dead!" Cicada answered back without taking her eyes off the road to face him.

"Oh, come on, Cicada. "

"Nope, sorry Hawkeye."

They continued arguing until out of the blue, bullets and shell fire filled the air. The sound was like thunder, really loud thunder with no escape. The bullets were shooting fiercely in every direction. Each shot seemed it was getting closer.

Cicada pulled the jeep over to the side. Hawkeye and Cicada jumped our and ducked behind the jeep. There was no place to go; the grass fields weren't high enough to high them without being caught. Hawkeye kept Cicada close to him and put his arm around her waist. Cicada's hands were on top of her head.

The shooting of both bullets and shell fire continued for a few minutes until one shell came close to the jeep and forced it to tip over on the Hawkeye and Cicada. They were slightly wounded in the legs and backs but were able to walk out from underneath the jeep. It was painful, but they got out barely. With what energy they had, Hawkeye and Cicada started to run, but didn't get very far. As they ran, there were North Korean soldiers armed.

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There was four of them, but for some reason, their shadows looked as if there were more. But there were four. Their guns were pointed at Hawkeye and Cicada. They proudly surrendered with their hands in the air. The four enemy soldiers talked amongst themselves in Korean. They kept pointing to Hawkeye and Cicada. Probably deciding what to do.

"Hey, Hawk?" Cicada whispered.

"Yo" He answered in the same tone.

"If we die right here, I want you to know that I loved every minute we spent together. I mean it. You are not like any other guy I have dated. The others were jerks, but you.. you are a dream come true."

"Oh thanks. I say the same with you, Cicada. Can't we just make a run for it?"

"Ok, sure, with our bad backs and legs we'll run. Absolutely, we'll make great time. May I remind you they have guns and can shoot us on the spot? I really don't want to run and die."

"I'm sorry. It was only an idea."

"A really bad idea, Hawkeye."

The North Koreans stopped talking and came closer to their new prisoners. Cicada could see the sweat on their foreheads and could smell it. They were examining them to see what they could do to them.

Two soldiers took Hawkeye aside and hit him with the butts of the guns. Blood was starting to show. They continued to beat him. The pain was horrible and would leave bruises on him physically and emotionally. Hawkeye went straight to the ground but was pulled up again to have ropes wrapped around his hands. The North Koreans pushed him up. He screamed in horror and pain; he even cried for mercy which is something Hawkeye Pierce never did. Cicada tried to step forward to help him, but was immediately stopped by the pointed guns to her chest. Her eyes watered at Hawkeye's sight. Her dark brown eyes were once happy with joy; but now are filled with salt tears. The sight of the amount of blood got her the most. It was making a puddle. Cicada almost brought up her breakfast. The taste was awful; but she managed to keep it in.

Finally, Hawkeye was put in a jeep. Blood was all over. Cicada looked at him. His ocean eyes were filled with terror and confusion. What was to become of him? Would he live or die? Hawkeye thought of this as he sat. He looked toward Cicada and gave a little wave goodbye, perhaps the last goodbye. He stared at Cicada until he left. And she was alone, with the enemy.

Since they didn't have another jeep, they were to walk. At first, Cicada was hesitant but after a hit or two with a gun, she went on.

And here she was.