It wasn't like she liked him. He was obnoxious. He was loud. He was crude. He was a complete ass that looked upon women as nothing more than sex objects.
But it wasn't like she hated him either. Somehow, Hawkeye Pierce had wormed his way onto her good side, despite her protests.
He was the object of her objection.
A/N: One million years have gone by since this has been updated, but my muse inspired me. Hopefully more shall come. And if you still remember me, you get my deep appreciation. And if you don't, then hi! How are you?
