A Major Change: New Surgeon at the 4077

by Parent12D

AU. Takes place within the first three seasons, where this story starts during season 2. The summary is the same as A New Face at the 4077, but with the original main crew, different dynamics, the new major interacting with different characters, and a new tent is set up specifically for the major. How will things go for him? Rated T for occasional adult content.

55. A Visit From Margaret's Sister

Hello there, readers. This is the 55th chapter of this story!

Now, I don't have much to say about this chapter, aside from the fact that it might be longer than the past two chapters. It all depends on how many ideas I come up with, and if there's anything else that I can think of for this chapter.

Anyway, for this chapter, Margaret's sister comes for a visit at the M*A*S*H 4077, some interesting interactions with Andrew are made, the others have to prepare for her visit, and some other interesting stuff will take place. How will things go at the 4077 when Margaret's sister shows up? Just what is her sister like? Is she any different than how Margaret acts? Will Andrew be able to get along with her? And what else might take place? Find out right now!

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AT THE M*A*S*H 4077 - 9:48

It was a new day at the 4077th. Everyone stationed there was tending to their own business, and there was some nice Korean music being played through the P.A. system. For what it's worth, today seemed to be a rather pleasant day, aside from the place being in the middle of a war.

Nothing seemed to happen for the next few minutes. Suddenly, the music came to a stop when Radar had to announce on the P.A system, and it involved a phone call that he had just gotten.

"ATTENTION! ALL PERSONNEL! MAJOR HOULIHAN! PLEASE 'PORT TO MY OFFICE, ON THE DOUBLE!" Radar announced. "BY THE WAY, YOUR SISTER'S ON THE PHONE! WANTS TO TALK WITH YOU, RIGHT AWAY!"

No sooner had he made that announcement did Margaret burst out of the shower tent, draped in her pink bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around her head to cover her hair. She was completely surprised to find out that her sister was on the phone for her. Her shower could wait. She had to talk to her and find out what she wants.

In Radar's office, he was on the phone with Margaret's sister, wondering what was keeping Margaret. Hearing what her sister was saying to him, the company clerk had to say something, if only to keep the line available.

"Sorry, ma'am. Houlihan hasn't shown up yet," Radar explained. "I can try to keep call open so you can't miss 'er. I-"

Before Radar could finish that sentence, the door burst open, and entering was Margaret, desperate to talk with her sister.

"Don't hang up Corporal!" She barked at him threateningly. "If you hang up that phone, your head is gonna be stuck in the latrine, permanently..."

Radar flinched at that threat as he spoke on the phone again. "Oh, uh, nothin' ma'am. Just that, your sister has 'rrived."

"Give me that phone," Margaret snatched the phone as she sat down in the seat while Radar got up.

"Is that you Jen?" Margaret wondered before beaming. "Oh my goodness, I'm so glad to speak to you!"

"Wow," Radar gasped in admiration at this, noticing that Margaret was just in her bathrobe and her hair was dripping wet.

"Uh, excuse me for a second," Margaret told her before looking at Radar. "Don't you have somewhere else to be Corporal?"

"Uh, no ma'am," Radar shook his head. "Just waiting for breakfast, whatnot."

"Get lost. This is a private phone call," she warned him.

"Yes, ma'am," Radar saluted simply before walking out the door.

Margaret's expression softened as she spoke on the phone to her sister. "Anyway, I'm so happy to hear from you! What did you have to call me for?!"

What Margaret heard next from her sister left her very excited as she couldn't believe her ears. This was something big and important that the senior medical staff had to know about, as well as the nursing staff. This was going to be a big surprise for everyone stationed there...

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MEANWHILE - IN THE MESS TENT:

Things were going pretty smoothly in the mess tent as people were either getting whatever there was for breakfast or were trying to eat their breakfast, which from the looks of it, was mainly powdery. In particular, we see Andrew sitting at one of the tables with Hawkeye, Trapper, Henry, and even Frank. Hawkeye was pretty much examining his breakfast while Trapper attempted to eat it.

"Ah, nothing like the smell of powdered eggs and breaded sausage for breakfast," Hawkeye was being heavily sarcastic. "This is just what the doctor ordered."

"Well, what do you expect," Trapper gulped some of his food. "The cooks here can't even cook an omelet correctly."

"Guys, come on," Andrew groaned, losing his appetite. "Do you have to do that first thing in the morning?"

"Well gee Andrew. It always helps to know what the cooks put in this dreck," Hawkeye said in disgust. "I don't know if there are cockroaches, barf, or lice in this stuff."

"Oh for Pete's sake Pierce," Henry groaned, not able to eat anymore as Andrew looked ready to puke. "Do you have to spoil it for the rest of us?"

"Henry? You know as well as the rest of us that this place is a pigsty," Trapper said. "In any case, it's always nice to have a news update on today's breakfast."

"You two crumbs have zero courtesy when it comes to breakfast," Frank snorted.

"What about you Frank? You complain about the stuff they serve her on several occasions," Trapper brought up.

"Well, that's different. I happen to be second in command in this outfit, and I must get a breakfast that every leader in the army deserves!" Frank declared.

"Watch out Trap," Hawkeye warned him. "Frank probably eats toe fungus for breakfast. With powdered milk."

Frank reacted to this with a simple scowl. "You two are nothing but a disgrace to the unit, let alone the United States Army."

"Well Frank, I find it very hard to be able to salute while wearing fatigues," Hawkeye deadpanned. "Especially when the pins poke my elbows, and when it's washed in corn starch."

"Guys, come on," said Andrew. "The least we can do is make the most of it."

Hawkeye and Trapper exchanged looks as if they were just wanting to say something about this. But before they could say anything, Margaret came into the mess tent, yelling to get their attention. And by the expression on her face, it was clear that she was excited about something that came up.

"Guys! Guys, listen! I have the most exciting news to tell you all," Margaret beamed excitedly.

"You had sex with Andrew last night, and your feeling like a new woman?" Hawkeye took a guess.

Andrew was blushing profusely while Margaret gave Hawkeye a sharp look, which lasted for a quick second before brightening up again. "It's my sister. My sister just got off the phone with me!"

"Which sister would it be? Your first sister or your other sister?" Trapper questioned dryly, which resulted in Margaret giving him a look.

"I happen to have only one sister McIntyre," Margaret deadpanned before smiling again. "And she told me the most exciting news! She says that she's coming to visit the 4077th the day after tomorrow!"

"Really? She is?" Henry looked at her. "Well ain't that a gift straight from the horse's mouth. I guess our hospital has a good reputation."

"Wait Margaret," Andrew looked at her curiously. "This sister your talking about. Isn't she the same sister who..."

"Asked for $240, which I gave her for a wedding present as key money for an apartment," Margaret finished for him. "Yes. She's the very same one. And her name is Jennifer."

"Hold on Margaret," Frank decided to speak up. "She's also the same sister who is a Captain and was getting married which she needed the $240 for, right?"

"Yes, Frank. That would be her," Margaret said dryly. "And she's coming here."

"Well that's outstanding Margaret," Andrew grinned. "What is your sister coming to the 4077 for?"

"Well Andrew, it's just a hobby that she picked up as her husband was drafted into the service," Margaret explained. "He's a Lieutenant Colonel by the way. And the 4077th is a stop that she settled on. She wants to see the outfit for herself."

"That's amazing Margaret," Andrew was starting to get excited. "I can hardly wait to meet her."

"Believe me, Andrew. She's excited too," Margaret smiled calmly. "She's also looking forward to meeting you since I told her that you're my fiance."

"Good thinking, since we're gonna be essentially family," Andrew nodded. "I'm hoping that we can be on good terms."

"Trust me, darling, she's gonna love you," Margaret promised him.

"Why, this is an amazing surprise. The sister of Margaret Houlihan is coming to visit," Hawkeye grinned. "I hope that her waist is the same size as yours."

Margaret furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Let me remind you Pierce that my sister is a Captain. And I expect you to respect her as such. Am I understood?"

"Oh sure," Hawkeye shrugged. "Cause I never wanted to be a Captain alone."

"Any sister of Hot Lips is a sister of mine," Trapper grinned. "Just leave the lips to me."

"That goes for you too McIntyre," Margaret warned him. "She also happens to be a good nurse. So be sure to remember that."

"Oh sure. One thing I go by is never being fresh with a nurse on her first day on the job," Trapper said dryly. "Besides, if she's related to you, she's gotta be a good nurse."

"I bet she has your hands, legs, lips, and eyes, Margaret," Hawkeye teased.

"Okay Captains, that's quite enough of that," Andrew told them. "Let's try to behave like doctors."

Margaret only nodded at that as she then looked at Henry. "Colonel, I insist that you make sure the compound is in good and perfect condition for my sister's arrival."

"Well geez, Major. Our hospital is already in good condition. You can't get it any better in any other unit in Korea," Henry defended before realizing something. "Uh, come to think of it, I guess the compound could use a little deshamble-izing, since the latrines, mess tent, and the motor pool are a wreck. And we could do some extra spiffing up in OR so everything is in good condition. So I suppose we could do something about that."

"I certainly hope so Colonel," Margaret said with a stern tone. "My sister wants to just how efficient we operate as a M*A*S*H unit, and I want her to be impressed with it."

"Major Houlihan, pardon me for intruding like this," Frank stood up and saluted. "But I would be honored to show your sister, a fellow Houlihan, just exactly how this M*A*S*H unit, property of the United States Army, runs at top speed and maintains military courtesy and discipline at all times."

"I know Frank," Margaret said softly. "I expect your full support."

"So I guess we're gonna have to get things ready for your sister's arrival, right dear," Andrew smiled warmly.

"You bet your clusters darling," Margaret remarked while giving him a wink. "And we'll all be ready."

"Some of us more than others," Hawkeye snorted while Trapper gave a simple shrug.

Margaret rolled her eyes while Andrew pinched the bridge of his noses. Meanwhile, Frank let out a huff at Hawkeye's comment and Henry just shook his head and sighed. It seems that things were gonna be busy at the 4077th, in preparation for the arrival of Margaret's sister. Things were gonna get interesting in Korea...

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IN POST-OP - 13:39

By the looks of things, it was clear that everyone was busy with deshamble-izing the place, including Post-Op, as requested by Margaret. All the nurses were making sure the surgical instruments were sterilized and placed in an orderly fashion, and everyone else was working on keeping the place from being so rundown.

Klinger, in particular, was sweeping the floor in Post-Op, while wearing his best maid uniform. Aside from that, he wasn't too focused on anything else. At least not until Margaret saw him sweeping and got his attention.

"Klinger," she howled. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Sweeping the floor ma'am," Klinger answered matter-of-factly. "That's what."

"Well, you're doing a sloppy job Corporal. What's that over there," Margaret pointed to a spot.

"That? Why that's nothing more but a pile of dirt," Klinger said obliviously. "Must've gotten there when the latest batch of wounded arrived, but it's not a big..."

"Not that you knucklehead," Margaret scowled before pointing to a round object. "That!"

"Oh?" Klinger looked and saw that it was a cracker. "Oh! Why it's just a simple cracker! How did that get there!?"

"'Obviously', it fell out of the Corporal's head, or what's left of it," Margaret retorted.

"Well I didn't drop it," Klinger defended. "Someone else must've!"

Margaret rolled her eyes and sighed. "It doesn't matter! Just sweep it up. Or eat it off the floor. I don't care. I just want it gone before my sister gets here!"

"Does your sister grant automatic discharges?" Klinger wondered with that playful smirk on his face.

"Not on your life Klinger! She's a Captain," Margaret scoffed. "Which reminds me, you better get out of that dress by the time she gets here! I do not want her seeing you parading the camp in a gown, a bra, or a pair of bloomers!"

"You may give me orders, but you shall never remove my garments from this compound!" Klinger cried in a declaring and dramatic manner.

Margaret shook her head and groaned. She did not have time to deal with the Lebanese American. Everyone else has to be checked on to make sure the place is ready for her sister's arrival.

"Just get rid of that cracker, or your teeth will go with it. That's my final warning," Margaret warned one last time before scurrying out of Post-Op to see if the nurses were doing a good job with the surgical tools in OR.

That woman is crazy. There's no pleasing her. Klinger thought as he rolled his eyes. Oh well. Some have it, and some don't. I just hope her sister isn't like Major Houlihan.

Letting out a sigh, Klinger disposed of the cracker before he resumed his sweeping detail, trying not to focus on anything else...

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Meanwhile, in the Swamp, we see that Frank had gotten a head start with cleaning his side of the Swamp to make sure it was spotless. Currently, he was trimming his nose hairs and making sure that Margaret's sister won't notice them. Needless to say, Frank was doing his part.

Hawkeye and Trapper, on the other hand, couldn't have been more casual as they are now. They were lounging around, in their bathrobes while drinking some of the gin from the still, as if they were not worried about the condition the Swamp was in. They just didn't care.

"Ah Trap, isn't it another glorious day in this war-infested cesspool that they call a M*A*S*H unit," Hawkeye sighed.

"Depends on what you refer to," Trapper snorted. "Every day here feels like a cesspool."

"Still, this drink is just good for the gander," Hawkeye insisted. "Since it's also good for the goose."

"You must be drunk if you think this stuff is good for the goose," Trapper deadpanned.

"Am I? Gee, I never noticed before," Hawkeye pretended to be dumb with that comment.

"Hmph," Frank huffed in annoyance. "Can you two kindly quit the chattering? There's a lot of work to be done here!"

"How about this; we stay here and drink, and you go work someplace else. Preferably in the minefield," Hawkeye retorted. "How does that sound?"

Frank only reacted by scowling. "The sister of one of the finest American head nurses is gonna be showing up soon, and she expects to see you two in your fatigues buster. And all you two can do is lounge around and drink gin like it's not a big deal!"

"Well, Frank, why don't you make a deal with us," Trapper suggested sardonically.

"Yeah Frank," Hawkeye agreed. "You know we could never refuse them."

"Why do I even bother with you two," Frank groaned. "You two never listen to me as it is. You are a complete waste of breath."

"We can say the same about you," Hawkeye countered.

Frank only scoffed in response as he went back to doing what he needed to. They just shrugged it off as they continued to drink.

At that moment, Margaret came into the Swamp to make sure that everything was getting taken care of. It would appear that Margaret was gonna get on everyone about spiffing up the place, and the guys down at the Swamp were no exception.

Margaret looked like she was gonna say if they were done with spiffing up the Swamp. But she was unable to when she got a good look at Hawkeye and Trapper's side of the Swamp. It was clear that he was not impressed, since that was the last thing she wanted to see right now.

"I don't believe what I'm seeing," she went off on them. "Is this your idea of tidying up you two creeps? Just lounging around and drinking gin while my sister is set to be here the day after tomorrow? You just can't act civil for once, can you?!"

"We are being civil," Hawkeye defended casually. "We hired Frank to clean his side of the Swamp for us."

"Don't try to pull that on me, Pierce," Margaret sneered while Frank scowled in annoyance at them. "You and McIntyre just sit there in your bathrobes, drinking and acting like everything is hunky-dory."

"Everything is hunky-dory," Trapper said calmly. "We're just preparing for when your sister gets here."

"Then we can show her how we doctors do things at the 4077th," Hawkeye said standing up.

"Don't give me any of that," Margaret wasn't having any of it.

"What's the big deal Margaret," Hawkeye told her. "It's not like it's a general coming here or something. It's just your sister."

"If your sister isn't any different than you are, there's no need to get excited over it," Trapper stood up. "So just relax."

"So typical of you two. While you just sit there and pretend that the war is over, I'm working my keister off trying to make sure things are perfect for when my sister gets here," Margaret told them sternly. "I had just checked on Andrew's tent, and he is taking this seriously by cleaning his place up."

"I can see why. He is your fiance," Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "That man would do anything for you."

"Just wait until you two have children," Trapper snorted. "Then it'll be 'really' hectic."

Margaret reacted by giving them a sharp look. "You two are gonna pay for this."

"Not with our salary we aren't," Hawkeye brushed it off. "With any luck, it might just be our poker winnings."

"I've already planned on getting winnings from double or nothing," Trapper said. "You are more than welcome to have that."

Margaret let out one last huff before she turned around and stormed out of the Swamp, leaving the two Captains confused.

"What's wrong with her," Hawkeye shrugged. "It's just her sister. She's acting like someone's coming to inspect the 4077th."

"Well, you know how women act Hawk," Trapper commented. "They're like this whenever they're having their periods."

"You bozos sicken me," Frank retorted. "In any case, I've done my side of the Swamp, and now I insist that your side of the Swamp gets the same treatment."

"You lay one hand on our still, touch one dirty sock or pair of underwear, remove one layer of crud, or if you kill one cockroach Frank, then I will personally grind your arms into mulch," Hawkeye threatened him to keep away.

"And I'll grind your legs into mulch," Trapper added.

"Hmph," Frank scoffed. "I've got better things to do than to argue with you two rats."

Before the captains could get their word out, Frank had already turned around and stormed out of the Swamp.

"Well, you can't win them all Trap," Hawkeye shrugged. "So, what do you say we have another belt of gin?"

"I'll drink to anything we can think of," said Trapper in a casual tone.

From there, the two Captains sat back down in their previous spots and pretended that nothing happened, not at all concerned that Margaret's sister was coming to the M*A*S*H 4077...

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A couple of days have passed. And today was the day that Margaret's sister shows up at the 4077th. In Henry's office, we see the Colonel having put on his best uniform; being one of the casual outfits he usually wears, complete with his bucket fishing hat.

It took him 40 minutes to convince himself that this wasn't a visit from a general or anyone similar to that. This was just the sister of his head nurse, which shouldn't be that big of a deal to him. Right?

Several minutes later, it looked like he needed something just as Radar entered his office. He then turned around just as he started shouting. "RADAR?!"

"Right here sir," Radar was right in front of Henry when he turned around.

"Oh. Uh, Radar? Tell me, does my breath smell bad," Henry wondered as he allowed Radar to get a whiff of his breath.

"Well, no smell of vodka nor brandy this time," Radar said sheepishly.

"I know that Radar," Henry sighed. "But what I wanna know is if I should have chewing gum or not."

"Here's some chewin' gum sir," Radar handed him a pack. "And uh, don't worry 'bout chewin' it this time. Not a general showin' up sir."

"I already know that Radar," Henry said with slight agitation.

"Well someone's gotta remember," the company clerk commented.

"Right," the Colonel sighed. "So anywho, when is our little guest supposed to stop by?"

"Uh, 'ccording to Major Houlihan, she should be here at 1000 hours," Radar informed him.

"1000 hours? That's only five minutes from now," Henry realized. "Alrighty, let's stay calm. Radar, did you already-?"

"All forms sorted out sir," Radar answered. "And every available nurse whose available's available."

"Welp, that's good to know," Henry sighed. "I wonder what she'll think about our Officer's Club..."

"She's Captain sir," Radar reminded him again.

"Yup. That's true," Henry said coolly. "Don't wanna forget about that fact. Just because she's the sister of Major Houlihan doesn't mean she should be excluded from the Officer's Club and the likes."

"Yes, sir," Radar nodded. "Just don't show her the mess tent. Heard they're serving the same junk from last night."

"As if I didn't know that already," Henry moaned. "We'll see how this'll go for all of us."

"Right, sir," said Radar as Henry unwrapped a pack of chewing gum and put it into his mouth.

The next several moments were spent with Henry chewing on said gum while Radar was observing the office to make sure nothing was out of place. Suddenly, the blaring of a jeep horn was heard from outside. This nearly got Henry to swallow his gum as he jumped while Radar rushed over to the window to see who that was.

"Oh great, I almost swallowed my gum," Henry complained while coughing. "Now what could that be?"

"Holy cow, sir," Radar gasped at what he saw. "Jeeps got sergeant driver. And in the passenger's seat is a young woman. Seems to be a captain. Think that's Houlihan's sister."

"She's already here? Aw, but it hasn't been five minutes yet," Henry groaned at this. "Oh, whatever. Let's go and meet the Captain, shall we?"

"Yes, sir," Radar said as Henry left his office, with Radar trailing right behind him.

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When they got outside, they had seen the sergeant driver had gotten out of the jeep and had allowed the Captain to get out of the jeep properly. The Captain was 'really' Jennifer; Margaret's younger sister. She was shown wearing her brown Class A uniform and hat, her height was around 5'6"; around Margaret's height, and she had long dirty blonde hair.

What was noticeable was that her hair was pulled into a formal bun placed right on the back of her head, just above her neck. Her eyes were a hazel color, she had semi-lengthed eyelashes, her lips were red from the lipstick she had on, and they looked rather kissable, just like Margaret's. And finally, there was a beauty mark on her left cheek, which was a mole.

Needless to say, Henry and Radar were feeling a combination of shock, surprise, fascination, and admiration as their mouths were wide open upon gazing at the Captain. True, Margaret was beautiful as it is, but they never thought that Jennifer would be just as gorgeous as Major Houlihan, if not more.

"Holy cow Radar," Henry finally uttered at this. "What a doll. She's got some decent puckers, not to mention a pair of hooters on her chest. She must have one hell of a pair of buns on her keister."

"Sir? D-D'you think..." Radar gulped, feeling nervous from facing this beautiful Captain. "D'you think she's got nicest feet."

"You kidding Radar? Why with those legs, I'm pretty sure that she could give a magnificent back massage." Henry said in awe.

"With her bare feet?" Radar uttered.

"Absotively," Henry nodded slowly.

It was then they snapped to attention when the Captain got their attention by speaking. "Uh, excuse me, sir? Is this the 4077 M*A*S*H?"

"Huh?" Henry was confused for a split second before getting himself focused. "Uh yes. Yes, it is. Welcome to the 4077th M*A*S*H. I'm Lt. Colonel Henry Blake. I'm the C.O. of this outfit. And this fella here is our company clerk, Corporal Radar O'Reilly."

"Uh, howdy-do, ma'am," Radar greeted shyly, unable to believe that Jennifer was looking at them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you sir, and you too O'Reilly," she said politely. "But I was wondering where my sister is. Do you know where I can find her?"

Henry was about to answer her question. But before he could do so, Margaret stepped out of her tent, with her hair pulled into a ponytail, as she was wearing her usual fatigues and that bucket hat with the gold oak leaf pin placed on the front of it. Margaret then saw that her sister has finally shown up.

"Jennifer," Margaret beamed as she ran over to her.

"Hey, Margaret," Jennifer also seemed very happy to see her, as the moment she approached her, they engaged in a sisterly hug. "So glad to see you again after all this time."

"Oh, believe me, Jen, it's a treat to see you too," Margaret returned the gesture. "I'm glad that you finally made it."

"Yeah Marg, I'm happy to have come here." Jennifer smiled.

"Oh, uh, Jennifer," Margaret remembered Henry and Radar as they were still standing there, as she broke out of the hug and approached them. "I'd like you to meet our C.O. Colonel Blake, and our company clerk, Corporal O'Reilly."

"I know," Jennifer said dryly. "I was already introduced to them. I never thought that your unit had the cutest looking company clerk in any M*A*S*H outfit."

"Oh, uh, gee," Radar was flustered as he was blushing. "Thanks. Ma'am. Uh, I guess."

"Ahem. Corporal," Margaret gave him a direct order. "Grab my sister's bags and bring them to the V.I.P tent, will you?"

"Uh yes, ma'am," Radar saluted before walking over to the jeep.

"Sergeant? You better go and help with bringing my bags over," Jennifer issued.

"Sure thing ma'am," the sergeant saluted too as he helped Radar with getting Jennifer's luggage to the V.I.P tent.

"Welp, ahem," Henry cleared his throat and said. "In any case, it's a pleasure to have you in our neck of the woods, Captain Houlihan."

"Oh, that's not my last name anymore. I'm married," Jennifer corrected. "My last name is now Williams."

"Ah, that's true. But remember Jen? Your still a Houlihan at heart," Margaret reminded her.

"Yes. It's like I say; once a Houlihan, always a Houlihan," Jennifer laughed, with Margaret joining her.

"Yup. Happy to have you here with us Captain Williams," Henry corrected.

"Thank you, Colonel Blake," Jennifer thanked him calmly.

It was at that moment, where Andrew came to the scene, wearing his usual outfit as he had something to say to Margaret.

"Hey, Margaret? I want you to know that everything has been taken care of for our guest, and-" Andrew stopped himself when he noticed Jennifer right in front of him. "Hello there? You must be our guest of honor and Margaret's sister; Captain Houlihan, right?"

"Williams actually," Margaret corrected. "She's married. That's her official last name."

"Right," he cleared his throat as he corrected. "It's nice to have you here at the 4077th Captain Williams."

"Happy to be here too," she then looked at him.

After observing him for a moment, she figured out who this handsome man was. As such, she smirked. "Ah, so you happen to be the handsome devil who's engaged to my sister, aren't you? The same man who gave my sister the $240 for apartment money so I could get married, right?"

"Yup. That would be me," Andrew said out of flattery. "I'm the very same man who gave her the $240."

"Yes Jen, this is Andrew," Margaret told her. "He's the brave fella that I'm gonna get married to."

"Hmmm, how interesting," Jennifer said in amusement. "You know, I was wondering if this big man was of a higher rank than you are. Considering how all the military men you dated in the past were all of higher brass."

"Well, you know, I'll get myself promoted to Lt. Colonel someday," said Andrew shyly. "And when I do, I would like Margaret to get promoted at the same time so that we remain equals."

"Awww, he's exactly what you said he's like Marg," Jennifer complimented. "Friendly, polite, brave, gentle, and he's 'definitely' a big strong man. He's also pretty cute to the eyes. You've made the right choice for a husband sister."

"Well, it's nothing really," Andrew spoke in a modest tone. "It just comes with the experience I got when I was in the army."

"And he's modest on top of that," said Jennifer. "It's nice to meet you, Major."

"Likewise," Andrew smiled sheepishly. "Anyway, mind if Margaret and I show you around the compound so you can see everything for yourself?"

"Why, of course," Jennifer said. "I would love to see the locations for myself."

"Good thinking darling," Margaret smirked. "We can show my sister around together."

"You know it dear," Andrew grinned as he gave her a wink.

"Yes, sirree, uh, I think I should show you around too," Henry spoke up. "After all, I am the commanding officer in this man's army hospital."

"That's fine Colonel," Andrew accepted. "You can come along too."

"Great." Henry smiled sheepishly. "So, shall we get started?"

"I'm ready when you guys are," Jennifer claimed.

Andrew and Margaret nodded, which was a clear sign that they should get started with taking a tour of the compound.

And so, they started walking through the compound, with Jennifer getting a good look at the place.

"Yeah. As you can see Jennifer, this place isn't in the best shape," Andrew admitted. "But it's pretty much manageable, for the most part."

"Yup. We got a mess tent, the OR building which also has Post-Op, Pre-Op, my office and Radar's office, the motor pool, several tents, the supply tents and storage rooms, and many other places such as the Officer's Club." Henry explained.

"This unit has some of the best doctors and nurses in the whole outfit," Andrew remarked. "While I find myself to be an adequate doctor and surgeon, there are plenty of others here who are much better than I am."

"Andrew has a point, Jen," Margaret agreed. "Modesty aside, some of our doctors are brilliant at what they do. And speaking of nurses, this unit has some of the finest nursing staff that I had ensembled."

"And I suppose the nursing staff is also treated as your troops, right?" Jennifer teased her.

"Of course," Margaret admitted proudly. "I am head nurse, and I am responsible for them."

"I bet," Jennifer chuckled. "You always were trying to be like our father when he was in the cavalry."

"No kidding there," Margaret giggled lightly. "Speaking of our family, how is our mother doing back at home?"

"Well Marg, from what I heard, our mother got arrested again for shoplifting, after having gotten sober."

"She did it again? What did she steal this time?"

"This time she tried to steal a telephone."

"She stuffed it up her jumper, didn't she?" Margaret guessed dryly.

"You know it," Jennifer answered in a deadpanned voice.

"I guess things haven't changed with our mother," Margaret admitted. "Even when she was a nurse when dad was alive. Which reminds me, you're still taking part in nursing, don't you?"

"Sure I do," Jennifer admitted. "I'm an army nurse who's trying to be every bit of a great nurse like you, sister."

"Attagirl," Margaret commented with a playful smirk.

"I have to admit, Margaret is an outstanding head nurse. Probably the best one that we could've asked for," Andrew complimented. "I don't know what our M*A*S*H unit would do without her around."

"He's got you there ma'am," Henry voiced. "Major Houlihan is great at what she does here. I don't think we could ask for another head nurse to replace her."

Margaret seemed flattered by the compliments she was getting from both the Colonel and her fiance. She had no idea what she could say about it.

Sadly, she wouldn't have gotten to say anything since coming out of the Officer's Club was Hawkeye and Trapper. No longer wearing their robes, they were now clad in their respective Hawaiian t-shirts.

Both of them noticed Jennifer, who was with Henry, Andrew, and Margaret. And based on that alone, they figured out that that happened to be Margaret's sister. Deciding to act calm, the two Captains went over and decided to greet themselves to the new face.

"Hello, hello, hello," Hawkeye greeted with that grin. "Look what we have here. This must be Margaret's younger sister, isn't she?"

"I was hoping that you'd give us a proper introduction to your sister," Trapper suggested calmly.

"Oh right," Margaret grunted, completely forgetting about the two Captains. "Jennifer, these two happen to be Captains Pierce and McIntyre. They are two of the finest surgeons that we have in this outfit."

"What the Major is saying is they're the two greatest chest cutters in the outfit," Henry elaborated. "By the way, Captain Pierce happens to be the chief surgeon in this outfit since he's certified in the chest and general surgery."

"I tend to see myself as his co-surgeon," Trapper commented in a dry tone.

"We're professionals," Hawkeye added.

"I see," Jennifer seemed skeptical about why they were dressed casually. "I have a question, do you two always dress like this?"

"Well, only when a war isn't happening," Hawkeye snorted. "Of course, we got these shirts when we were taking a stroll through the beaches of Honolulu."

"Which reminds me, you still have to book us that two-week vacation to Honolulu," Trapper had a dry tone in his voice.

"I haven't forgotten," Hawkeye told him assuringly.

The expression on Jennifer's face showed that she was confused by their non-military behavior. Margaret was the first to take notice of this. As such, she said something about it.

"You'll have to forgive them, Jen. Despite them being two of our best surgeons, they also behave in a non-military manner," Margaret explained to her. "They're draftee doctors."

"Yeah. They're also practical jokers," Andrew spoke up in agreement. "Believe me, I found that out for myself when I first got to the 4077."

"I think I figured that out," Jennifer said awkwardly.

"In any case, you are a gorgeous-looking lady," Hawkeye admired her petite-looking figure. "I'm sure that you're a nurse, just like your sister."

"With lips like those, I wouldn't be surprised if you were kissable," Trapper teased. "Your lips look exactly like those of Hot Lips; tender and soft."

"That's another thing," Margaret was a little embarrassed by this. "These two are also the biggest perverts in this outfit. They peek into the shower tents that the nurses use."

"Yeah," Jennifer kept that straight expression on her face. "That's something that I've dealt with before in a military hospital. So it's nothing new."

"I see," Andrew rubbed his chin. "In any case, there are plenty of other people here who act a little out of place."

Jennifer was slightly curious by that, as she wondered who else he could be referring to. Before she could ask for an elaboration on it, Frank came out of the Swamp, taking notice of Henry as he planned on getting his attention about something.

"Colonel Blake," Frank hollered as he approached him. "I want to give you a report!"

"Oh Frank, whatever it is, just write it down, and I'll be sure to forget about it later," Henry moaned.

"Colonel," Frank said with a strict tone. "I want you to know that my side of the Swamp has been taken care of for the arrival of Margaret's sister."

"Is that it?" Henry asked, wanting to let Frank know that Jennifer was in the compound.

"One other thing, two Captains who shall remain nameless, refuse to organize their side of the Swamp," Frank scowled. "They prefer to live like swine."

In an attempt to annoy Frank, Hawkeye and Trapper exchanged looks and then shook hands.

"Pierce." Hawkeye greeted.

"McIntyre." Trapper greeted back.

"The Swine brothers," Hawkeye declared as Trapper willingly went along with it.

"Major Houlihan's sister is gonna be here shortly, and you two decide to mess around," Frank sneered at them.

"Uh actually Frank," Andrew got his attention. "Let's just say that Margaret's sister is already here."

"Hmm?" Frank turned around to see Jennifer for himself. "Oh. Uh, I don't think we've met."

"I don't think we have either," Jennifer said slowly.

"Yeah Jen," Margaret introduced for him. "This happens to be Major Burns, and he's our second-in-command."

"'Actually' miss, I'm Major Frank Burns," Frank said shyly.

"We tend to call him Ferret Face around these parts," Hawkeye added snidely.

"Oh shut your face," Frank snarled at him.

"We will if you will," Trapper snorted.

Frank only gave them a look before looking towards Jennifer again. "In any case, it's a pleasure to have you visiting this unit, Captain Houlihan."

"She's Captains Williams," Andrew corrected. "She's married."

"Oh," it then started to dawn onto Frank as to who this is. "Is she...the one who...asked for the $240?"

"Yes Frank," Margaret sighed. "She's the very same one."

Frank started frowning as Jennifer was a little confused by this. "Uh, how does the Major know about the $240?"

"Long story ma'am," Andrew deadpanned before clearing his throat. "Anyway Captain, Major Frank Burns is as regular-army as any other high-ranking brass. Just by looking at him, you can tell."

"All that's missing is MacArthur's khakis and cork pipe," Hawkeye retorted.

"You happen to be talking about one of United States Army's greatest supreme commanders mister," Frank sneered. "You better watch your mouth, Pierce."

"Could've been any supreme commander for all I know," Trapper rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," Andrew stepped in, preventing any conflict from occurring. "I think we've stayed outside long enough. Why don't we show you the mess tent, ma'am? Is everyone else okay with that?"

"Welp, I don't see a problem with it," Henry shrugged. "That is if it's okay by the rest of you."

"Ah, what the heck," Hawkeye said. "Might as well see what they're serving this time."

"Let's check out what dreck is on the breakfast menu this time," Trapper retorted.

"Well," Frank uttered before saying. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to see the mess tent and see if it's in an orderly manner."

"I think the mess tent would be a good place for us to check out," Margaret commented. "What do you think Jen?"

"Hmmm..." Jennifer did some thinking before coming to a decision. "Eh, sure. I'd love to check out the mess tent. I want to see what they're serving anyway."

"Just don't get too hungry madame," Hawkeye warned her. "You might not want to eat the stuff that they serve in this sewage dump."

"Just one look at the food and you might lose your appetite," Trapper added.

"Eh, I think I can manage," Jennifer shrugged nonchalantly. "I've eaten worse. Let's check it out."

"Very well then," Andrew didn't feel like arguing. "The mess tent it is."

Without another comment, the group headed straight for the mess tent so Jennifer could see the place for herself, and maybe see the kind of food that they served at the 4077. She could only wonder what the food would look like. That's for sure...

---

It didn't take long for them to have entered the mess tent. Jennifer managed to get a good look at the place. It didn't seem any different than other mess tents that existed in other M*A*S*H units. Taking that in, she simply shrugged.

"So yeah, this is the mess tent," Andrew told her. "It's nothing to run home to, but it's something."

"You could say that this is what a hell hole looks like," Trapper told her.

"And all its rottenness," Hawkeye added.

"I suppose," Jennifer sounded like she didn't care that much.

Before anyone could say anything else, Klinger came marching in through the side door of the mess tent. This time, he was wearing his red-violet dress with nylons and high-heels on his feet. He was also carrying a small purse, and had earrings on, complete with a sun hat. Just getting one look at him got Jennifer to look surprised and startled.

"Colonel Blake," Klinger declared, getting Henry's attention. "I have news for you, sir!"

"Oh Klinger, whatever it is, can it wait," Henry moaned as everyone else looked at Klinger.

"Sir! I want you to know that the latrines have been cleaned out thoroughly, and they are no longer a problem to the rest of the personnel!" Klinger announced.

"Oh. Well, uh, that'll be all Corporal," Henry said sheepishly. "Dismissed."

"Thank you, sir," Klinger gave him a salute.

"Klinger, what are you doing in that getup?" Margaret sneered, glowering at him and crossing her arms. "I thought I told you to get out of those women's clothes."

"Well you did ma'am, but I couldn't find any men's clothes in my size. If I wear these, the army will know that I hate it-oh?" Klinger found an excuse before noticing Jennifer. "To who am I the pleasure of meeting?"

"Oh," Andrew formally introduced her to Klinger. "Captain Williams, this is Corporal Maxwell Klinger. Klinger, this is Captain Williams; Margaret Houlihan's younger sister."

"Ah," Klinger decided to greet her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

"Likewise," Jennifer agreed awkwardly as she examined him closely. "Tell me, does he always wear dresses like that?"

"Well, he doesn't look nice in a dress, doesn't he," Henry had a sheepish smile when he said that. "I mean he's got the legs for it."

"What Colonel Blake is trying to say is that Klinger wears the dresses as a means of getting out of the army," Andrew elaborated. "He wants to get labeled a psycho just to get a Section 8. He hates the army."

"The Major reads me loud and clear like an open book, ma'am," Klinger told her proudly.

"All we need is to check him out at the library," Hawkeye quirked.

"Let's make it a book that we'll both read," Trapper added dryly.

Frank ignored the two Captains as he chastised Klinger's getup. "Here's your typical pervertic draft-dodger at war. He's the biggest disgrace to the outfit Captain Williams."

"Be sure to tell the general that sir," Klinger said calmly. "I could give him a big kiss for booting me out of the army."

"Forget it, Klinger," Henry dismissed the idea. "That ain't gonna happen."

"A guy can dream, can he," wondered Klinger.

"Sure he can," Andrew rolled his eyes while smirking. "Anyway, Klinger here really is wanting to get that Section 8. He hasn't gotten it yet, but he's so desperate that he's gonna keep on trying."

"He's right on the money you know," Klinger remarked. "Anyway, ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet Major Houlihan's sister like this."

"Uh, yeah. Me too," Jennifer shook Klinger's hand awkwardly, finding it strange that she's getting acquainted with a hairy Lebanese-American wearing a dress. She could hardly think about what he'd look like in a girdle.

"Yeah, it is awkward at first. But most of us got used to it after a while," Andrew tugged on his collar.

"Some more than others," Hawkeye smirked.

Frank was about to lash out at him for that comment, knowing that he was referring to him. But before he could, the mess tent door had opened up again. The person who had entered this time was Father Mulcahy. He was wearing his usual hat and outfit, as he saw the group together in the mess tent.

"Hello there, folks," the Father then noticed Jennifer and didn't recognize her. "Oh? Forgive me for saying this, but I don't think we've been introduced yet."

"That's right. Ma'am, this happens to be the Chaplin in this outfit," introduced Andrew. "He's known as Father John Patrick Francis Mulcahy. Though he prefers to be called Father Mulcahy. Or we just call him Father."

"Pleasure to meet you," Jennifer shook his hand. "I'm Captain Williams. I happen to be the younger sister of Major Houlihan."

"Really," Father Mulcahy seemed quite excited by that. "Well gloriosky! It is an honor to have you at the 4077th, Captain. We hope and pray that your stay here will be worthwhile."

"Yeah. I hope so too Father," Jennifer smiled. "Glad to meet you too."

As soon as they were done shaking hands, Jennifer looked at everyone that she had been introduced to, along with her older sister.

"Okay ma'am, so that's the main group," Andrew commented. "There's the Chaplin. The cross-dressing Corporal bucking for a Section 8. A Major who happens to be second-in-command..."

"Who also has had athlete's foot all his life," Hawkeye quirked, interrupting him.

Andrew shot him a look for that before resuming. "...two draftee doctors who prefer not to follow army regulations and act as civilian doctors. A bumbling commanding officer. The gorgeous-looking head nurse who happens to be your sister. And of course, the company clerk."

"What about you?" Jennifer brought it up.

"Well, yes," Andrew said modestly, not thinking highly of himself. "But I don't prefer to see myself as important as they are."

"Not to me that is, darling," Margaret told him, moving over to his side and grabbing his right arm.

"Uhhhh...right dear," Andrew chuckled lightly.

"Anywho, we are a strange bunch ma'am," Henry remarked as Radar came into the mess tent. "But that doesn't stop us from...trying to be an efficient medical crew at the four-oh-double-seven."

"Most of us that it," Hawkeye retorted.

"Sir? 'Cuse me, sir?" Radar spoke up from behind.

"Dang it Radar. What is it," Henry didn't appreciate the company clerk sneaking up from behind him.

"Ain't it obvious Henry? Radar wanting to get some of the dreck in the mess tent," Hawkeye guessed. "To see if it's edible."

"If he's lucky, the counter might be shorter for him to see the food options," Trapper snorted.

"C'mon guys," Radar grumbled.

"Well Radar, what is it?" Andrew queried.

"Choppers. Wounded coming in," Radar revealed as they heard the sounds of choppers coming in, and they knew what that meant.

"So I guess that means it's time for OR," Jennifer took a guess.

"That's right Jen," Margaret smiled. "It happens every time the choppers come here."

"Say by the way Jennifer, how about giving us an extra hand in OR," Hawkeye suggested. "We could use all the medical help we can get when performing meatball surgery in this circus."

"I was hoping that I'd be able to feel her hands when she hands me the tools that I ask for," Trapper commented. "But yeah. We could use your help in OR. Plus, we can see how go you are as a nurse."

"I might as well," Jennifer sighed. "And believe me, I'm an excellent nurse. I am related to Margaret Houlihan."

"Oh right. How could we have forgotten," Hawkeye said sarcastically. "The sister of the head nurse must be as good as her sister is."

"Alright, can we knock it off? We should get ready for the session in OR," Andrew got them back on track.

"And you two better not make a mockery out of this," Margaret warned the two captains. "Especially with my sister around..."

"Relax Margaret. We'll play easy," Hawkeye defended with his hands up. "What's the worst that could happen."

"We make some polite and casual comments about her hands and nursing skills, and that'll be the end of it," Trapper added.

"Yeah right," Andrew rolled his eyes, but he decided not to say anything about it.

As for everyone else, they said nothing as they already left to get ready for OR, with Jennifer tagging along with them. Needless to say, this was gonna be quite a hectic session in OR for everyone, even for Jennifer...

---

IN THE OR - 14:38

It didn't take long at all for all the surgeons and nurses to prep up and get ready for OR. As soon as triage was taken care of, all the wounded soldiers were brought into the admitting ward, and those who needed immediate surgery were brought into OR.

Currently, all the surgeons and nurses were in OR, working away on meatball surgery, and there was plenty of chatter taking place from some of the medical crew. Each of the surgeons had been working on a different patient, placed on separate tables.

Henry was working on a patient who had a fractured ankle, which needed traction. Hawkeye was tending to a patient that had a blood clot and needed to be given plasma. Trapper was handling a soldier who had a severe chest wound. Andrew was working on getting some shrapnel and other artillery particles out of his patient's leg wound. And finally, Frank was busy treating a patient's simple arm wound.

As far as the nurses are concerned, each of them worked with a different surgeon in OR. Jennifer found herself working with Henry, while Margaret was aiding Andrew out with his patient, while occasionally giving Hawkeye and Trapper a hand with their patients. Needless to say, they were all pretty hard at work in OR.

"Ah, ain't it a wonderful day to be working on meatball surgery," Hawkeye gave a sarcastic comment as he took a deep breath behind the mask.

"Nurse! Give me some clamps," Trapper requested from his nurse. "This man's belly wound is bleeding like crazy!"

"Yes doc," the nurse obliged as she gave him the clamps, which he placed into the belly wound.

"Yes sir, things are getting pretty hectic in the OR," Henry remarked.

"Nurse, get me some suction," Hawkeye requested from the nurse he was working with.

"Suction," the nurse gave him the suction to use in the wounded that the blood clot was.

"I don't mind telling you, but things aren't any different than they were before in OR," Andrew commented, treating the wound with the shrapnel in it.

"I'll have to say, you are all fine doctors and surgeons," Jennifer complimented.

"Well, it comes with this field of work," Hawkeye said out of flattery.

"Stick around. We have appointments here every weekday," Trapper encouraged jokingly.

"Alrighty, Nurse Williams," Henry got Jennifer's attention. "This guy has a disjointed ankle that needs to be put back into place."

"Well doctor, what we need is to give it traction," Jennifer explained. "By doing that, we can gently pull on the fractured ankle and put it back into place, while holding it steady."

"Welp, I already knew that," Henry admitted while chuckling. "But it's fine to see our guest nurse know what to do in a situation like this. I appreciate that."

"Thanks. I do what I can," Jennifer said proudly.

"In that case, speculas," Henry requested.

"Speculas," Jennifer obliged as she gave him the tool that he wanted.

"Say, Captain Williams," Andrew leaned over to Jennifer's nursing talent and let out a low whistle. "Your pretty much a natural at this sort of thing."

"As I said before Major, I learned from my older sister," it wasn't shown, but it was obvious that a smile was behind Jennifer's mask.

"I taught her everything there is to know," Margaret said in a rather haughty manner.

"I can tell," Andrew chuckled slightly.

"Hey, Jennifer, why don't you mosey your way over to this table and give me assistance," Trapper encouraged teasingly. "You soft-looking hands are just what this doctor ordered to tend to this patient."

"Thanks, McIntyre, but I'll pass," Jennifer gave him a dry laugh. "I prefer it if I didn't."

"Then how about come over there and help me with this patient," Hawkeye started to tease her. "You have the most beautiful eyes, not to mention the nicest lips that could do this surgeon some good with saving this man's life."

"I appreciate the compliments Pierce, but I rather not," Jennifer shook her head. "I'm doing just fine with helping out Colonel Blake."

"How would you like to be given a swift kiss in the mouth," Hawkeye threatened teasingly.

"Not unless you want a fist touching your mouth," Jennifer gave a deadpanned threat.

"Nurse! Give me the scalpel quick," Frank barked. "This man's arm is swollen and needs to be cut open!"

"Oh Frank, I thought it was to cut off your nurses' Scrub outfit," Hawkeye said.

"Pipe down Pierce," Frank warned him. "Nurse, if you don't mind..."

"Yes doctor," the nurse obliged as she gave him the scalpel, which he used to cut it open.

"Nurse, clamps," Frank demanded from the nurse.

"Clamps," the nurse gave him the clamp that he asked for, but judging by his furrowed eyebrows, he was dissatisfied.

"I said the Kelly clamp nurse," Frank bellowed. "I didn't say regular clamp!"

"But you did," she said in a whining tone.

"Don't give me any lip missy," Frank warned. "I could have you reported to the Colonel and the head nurse for your insubordination!"

"Hey nurse, do me a favor will you," Hawkeye got involved. "Take that clamp and clamp it over Frank's big mouth."

"You get off of me Pierce," Frank warned him.

"If he doesn't say it, I will," Trapper added his comment.

"Guys, can we quit the bickering while we're ahead," Andrew requested. "We're performing meatball surgery here."

"I must concur," Father Mulcahy spoke up, who was standing on the sidelines. "This quarreling is pretty much up becoming of us."

"Well you can blame Pierce and McIntyre for this," Frank scoffed, pointing the finger at the two Captains. "Not to mention the nurse that I'm assigned with."

"Now Frank, she's my nurse you know," Margaret spoke up. "If she's giving any problems, she'll have to answer to me."

"That's my sister," Jennifer had a smile behind her mask. "Always knowing how to use her authority when it's necessary, just like our father was with his men during his cavalry days."

"Captain Williams, I understand that this is your first time performing OR in here. And you don't know half of the crazy things that go on in this outfit," Frank explained to her. "But those two bozos happen to be the biggest disgrace in this man's army, and they show zero decency."

"Which is more than I can say about you Frank," Hawkeye fired back. "Someone who often performs malpractice on his patients."

"And he can't even use a scalpel properly." Trapper deadpanned.

"Colonel! They're assaulting my character and performance as a surgeon again!" Frank howled. "I WANT TO THROW THE BOOK AT THEM!"

"Yes Frank, they are a rowdy bunch," Henry said indifferently. "But they aren't doing anything wrong, so just keep to yourself."

"Colonel," Frank growled in warning.

"Okay, that's quite enough," Andrew stepped in. "It's enough to know that we're up to our elbows in blood. We do not want to have any further confrontation while in OR."

Margaret then leaned over and saw the wound that Andrew was tending to. "Andrew, the shrapnel is deep in that man's leg wound."

"I know dear," Andrew smiled from behind the mask. "And I'm gonna take care of that. Forceps?"

"Forceps," Margaret gave him the forceps to use.

He then extracted the shrapnel and other particles out of the leg wound and tossed them into a white bucket that was nearby. Once they were all out, he put the forceps down and looked at the head nurse.

"Sponge?" he requested.

"Sponge."

He then used the sponge to wipe up and clean out any further blood that was forming outside of the wound, as well as inside.

"And that's been taken care of," Andrew finished. "Now let's stitch this leg back up."

"You are marvelous darling," Margaret complimented calmly.

"Thank you, my dear," Andrew said shyly.

"I have to say, you are an adequate surgeon," Jennifer remarked as she briefly observed.

"Well, let's not get carried away," Andrew said modestly. "I just do the right thing and then move on."

"Well miss, he is one of our finest doctors in the industry," Henry admitted.

"Wonder if there's anymore room in the industry for another doctor," Hawkeye wondered dryly.

"I second that," Trapper agreed.

"I know. I know. It is pretty swell," Andrew said as he and Margaret stitched the leg wound back up. "Now, what do you say we get back to work?"

"Just one more question Major," Jennifer felt like asking. "Tell me, does it always get hectic at the 4077?"

"Trust me, ma'am, you haven't seen the most of it," Andrew answered calmly. "What goes on in OR is only a small amount of the insanity that takes place at the 4077. Believe me, it can get a little hectic at times."

"I see," Jennifer calmly remarked. "I've been through worse. It's nothing that I can't handle."

"Well that's good to know," Andrew said sheepishly. "I guess."

Jennifer gave him one last thoughtful look before returning to her work while Andrew finished up his. Nothing else was said in OR as the patients were being treated by the medical staff. Despite how good they were doing, this was going to be a long session for everyone there...

---

IN MARGARET'S TENT - 19:49

Eventually, the sessions in OR were just about wrapped up. Jennifer was on the receiving end of compliments and praises from the other doctors for her outstanding nursing job. She frowned as she wasn't sure if she was alright with the comments. Nonetheless, she decided to accept them.

Aside from that, Jennifer got to see the other sights at the 4077th. For instance, she saw the Swamp that Hawkeye, Trapper, and Frank are staying in, with a gin still that the former two have possession of. They offered her a drink, but she turned it down, saying that she wasn't up for a drink just yet.

In addition to that, she got a look at the Colonel's office, Radar's office, the supply tents and rooms, the Officer's Club, and several other places. Jennifer had felt that the places at the M*A*S*H were manageable at most, regardless of how some of the others felt about it. Still, she was somewhat impressed by how things were handled.

Lastly, she was shown the V.I.P tent, where she was going to be staying for the next couple of days while at the 4077th. It was just a simple tent with a basic setup, a cot, shelf, desk, and a few other things. She had no problem with the arrangements at all. She seemed pretty much satisfied.

Currently, in Margaret's tent, we see the head nurse with Andrew as they were on her cot, having one of their usual kissing fests. Since Jennifer was escorted to the V.I.P tent a while ago where she would be spending the night, the two Majors decided to get caught up on sharing their love.

And from the position they were in, it looked like they were making out while kissing. They enjoyed every second of it as Margaret would be on top of Andrew, and vice versa while doing so. They even went as far as having their tongues meet and touch every so often. That's how much in love they were with each other.

"Mmmmmmmm..." they both muffled through the kiss before their lips eventually separated and they stared at one another with those lustful eyes.

"Margaret, you have no idea how badly I've waited for us to do this together," Andrew admitted with that low tone voice.

"Me too baby," Margaret swooned in agreement. "My sister was really happy to see you, and I'm glad that she likes you."

"I'm glad too," Andrew laughed heartily. "After all, we are gonna be family when we get married."

"I couldn't ask for anything else darling," Margaret cooed. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too, my dear," Andrew grinned like a silly man. "Now how about we return to sharing some sugar."

"Oh yes. You know it, honey," Margaret smirked seductively. "Ohhh, Andrew."

"Ohhh Margaret," Andrew moaned as they resumed their kissing fest.

There were plenty of pleasurable moans being exchanged between the two as they rolled around on the cot, back and forth so that they could switch places as to who would be on top of whom. They felt like nothing could ever break this loving and romantic moment between the two Majors.

Sadly, it had to come to an end when a knock was heard at the door, which Margaret locked for privacy. They instantly separated their lips as they tensed up as to who that could be. Margaret made a soft shushing sound with her index finger over her lips, which she then placed over Andrew's lips. She did this to make sure whoever that was didn't suspect Andrew also being with her.

After clearing her throat and sitting up, Margaret then hollered out as Andrew remained quiet. "Who is it?"

"It's me, your sister," Jennifer's voice was heard on the other side. "Can I come in Marg? I'd like for us to talk."

Andrew and Margaret exchanged horrified looks as if they were caught red-handed. Keeping calm, Margaret decided to holler out to her sister.

"Just a minute Jen! I'll be right there," Margaret told her as she grabbed Andrew by the arm.

---

Outside, we see Jennifer waiting patiently outside the door as she heard some rummaging sounds from inside the tent. She also heard some indecipherable whispers and voices inside that she couldn't quite make out.

It seemed that her sister was trying to hide something from her, and she had this suspicious feeling that she knew who it was, knowing her sister more than anyone else in the compound.

Eventually, the rummaging had stopped, and the door was unlocked. Instantly, the door was flown open and Margaret was standing there to greet her with those teeth of hers.

"Hello Jen," she said nervously. "What can I do for you?"

Jennifer was about to say how she just wanted to talk, but then she realized something. Margaret's hair was messy, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her pants seemed a little wrinkled. Jennifer realized one thing; Margaret was messing around with a man in her tent. And she knew which man it was.

"Alright Marg," she smirked, putting her hands on her hips. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" Margaret asked nervously.

"You know who," Jennifer said. "The man that you've been fooling around with."

"I have no idea who you're talking about," Margaret tried to lie to her.

"Come on Marg. I know better than that," Jennifer wasn't buying it. "I know you've been playing hanky panky with your fiance in here. I'm your sister. I know exactly how you act."

Margaret gave her a nervous glance before realizing she was right. She did know her sister well enough to know what she was doing. Letting out a painful sigh, she then allowed Jennifer to come in as she called out to Andrew.

"Andrew! You might as well come out," she yelled. "My sister knows we've been fooling around like an adolescent couple!"

With that, Andrew had opened the dresser door and had shown himself. Something that the girls noticed was that Andrew had a pair of Margaret's panties draping over his nose, and a bra was dangling over his left shoulder. Seemingly embarrassed by this, Andrew took the panties and bra off of his nose and shoulder respectfully before giggling in humiliation.

"Eh, heh heh heh," he stepped out. "Sorry that you had to see that. Margaret and I were just having some alone time to show each other how much in love we are."

"I know that Major," Jennifer deadpanned. "This isn't the first time Margaret pulled this stunt."

"She's right," Margaret sighed. "I've done this plenty of times."

"For instance, when Marg was in Med School, she would often come home with a higher ranking brass, who was either a Colonel or a General," Jennifer shared as she sat down on a chair. "She would often go with someone who was associated with our father. She would have the guy kiss her and play hanky panky. Then when our dad got home, she would hide him in her dresser so she wouldn't be caught flinging with a man."

"Jen..." Margaret seemed flustered by that.

"What? I'm your sister," Jennifer shrugged coolly. "Then when he was asleep, Margaret would have the guy sneak out the front window. Well, with my help of course, since we're sisters. She always brought home the hottest military men."

"Yes," Margaret blushed in humiliation. "I've had many affairs with military men who were just like our father before he died."

"I know," Andrew tugged on his collar. "Margaret also had affairs in this camp with Frank Burns before I got her and we became an item."

"You mean the tall skinny guy who those surgeons call Ferret Face," Jennifer guessed.

"Yes sister, that's the same one," Margaret moaned.

"And then you and Major Peterson here fell in love, started dating, and eventually got engaged," Jennifer smirked.

"That's pretty much it," Andrew grinned sheepishly. "Anyway, what can we do for you, ma'am?"

"Well, I just wanted to talk with my sister about things," Jennifer admitted. "I still have a couple of days before I ship out of here, but I want us to talk anyway."

"Oh," Andrew frowned as he headed for the door. "Well, seeing that you two want to catch up on things, I'll just leave you two alone for privacy."

"Not so fast Andrew," Margaret stopped him. "Who says that you have to leave anyway?"

"Well I assumed that I should since you two want to be alone," Andrew exclaimed. "And I don't want to be in the way of that."

"That's no reason for you to have to walk out on us," Margaret assured. "Now why don't you close that door and join us for a bit."

"Yeah Major," Jennifer agreed. "You're my sister's fiance, and because of that, you are considered part of the family."

"Are you sure?" Andrew queried with uncertainty.

"Absolutely," Jennifer nodded while showing off those pretty white teeth.

It was then Andrew got a good look at Jennifer, who was wearing the green army fatigues the others were wearing in the 4077, and her hair was down. If he was mistaken, he could have sworn that he was looking at Margaret, had she had a darker shade of blonde hair. Then again, they were related, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him.

"Well, if you say so," Andrew accepted as he walked back over to join them. "I'll be glad to join you, Captain Williams."

"Happy to hear that Major Peterson," Jennifer smiled. "And you don't have to be formal with me. Since we're gonna be essentially family, you can just call me Jennifer."

"Okay," Andrew shrugged. "But only if you can call me Andrew."

"Sounds good to me, Andrew," Jennifer accepted.

"Me too," Andrew remarked as he sat down right next to Margaret on her cot. "So anyway Jennifer, I've heard from your sister that your husband happens to be a Lt. Colonel. Is that correct?"

"He sure is," Jennifer answered. "His name is Phillip Williams, and he is quite a charming and handsome man on the sides."

"From how you explained him in the letters, he sounds like a keeper," Margaret gave her sister a smirk.

"Uh-huh. And I happen to have a photo of him in my pocket that I can show you two," Jennifer dug through her pocket and took out a black-and-white photo of her husband in the army fatigues. "This is him. Take a look for yourselves."

Andrew and Margaret looked and saw that he was a charming looking man, and was wearing the Class A uniform. His hair seemed to be somewhat brown, and his eyes were blue. Of course, they wouldn't be able to notice that since it was in black-and-white. Aside from that, the guy looked like he was a perfect match for Jennifer.

"I must say, he looks pretty nice," Andrew admitted.

"Yeah, he's pretty handsome," Margaret mused. "You have a pretty wonderful husband."

"Thank you two. He is very good-looking," Jennifer chuckled as she put the picture away. "He's stationed at a military unit in Korea. And once I'm done here, I'm h his sector to visit him."

"Wow. Now that sounds like true love," Andrew remarked.

"Kinda reminds me of us, darling," Margaret brought up.

"Yeah. No kidding," Andrew smiled. "So anyway Jennifer, what else do you want to talk about? I'm sure that there are plenty of things that you and Margaret did when you were younger."

"You can say that again Andrew," Jennifer admitted. "We often got into some crazy stuff when we were in high school."

"You did?" Andrew looked curious.

"Yes," Jennifer nodded. "For instance, there was this one time where we remembered that we had a microbiology test, and we only remembered it the day we were expected to take it. And we never did any studying for it."

"So? What happened?" Andrew raised an eyebrow as Margaret knew what she was talking about. "Did you fail?"

"Not exactly," Jennifer shrugged. "You see, we knew that we were in big trouble. So we made up crib notes, and...well, we stuffed them in our bra."

"Gosh," Andrew blinked as Margaret shook her head. "A-Are you sure."

"Absolutely. I mean, the exam had 500 questions, and there were 250 answers per bra," Jennifer explained. "You can guess how many times we asked to be excused from the classroom."

"Oh, Jen, do you have to go into every detail of that," Margaret groaned, sounding ashamed of that.

"What? He's your soon-to-be husband. And since he'll be part of the family, he has the right to know." Jennifer defended.

"Well, I have seen and heard worse," Andrew said nonchalantly.

"You mean you aren't disturbed by it, darling?" Margaret looked at him insecurely.

"Not at all," Andrew shook his head. "'In fact', I'm more than certain that you two might've picked this trait up from your mom. Because she once tried to stuff a radio right up her jumper."

"Well, I can't argue with that," Margaret laughed undoubtedly since her fiance made her feel better.

"Yeah. She also did the same with a telephone, and even a television set," Jennifer explained.

"Did she manage to steal them?"

"No. They caught her red-handed and she was arrested for shoplifting."

"I guess that's how klepos act, not that it matters," Andrew sighed.

"Anyway, the teacher caught on and refused to let us leave for the restroom," Jennifer got back on topic. "Eventually, we had to go for real, and we have never written so quickly in our lives. You should've seen Margaret hopping around on one foot."

"I see," Andrew didn't flinch, faintly blushing. "Well that's all behind us, and it's just another memory."

"Right Andrew. Just another memory that my sister and I shared when we were in high school." Margaret sighed.

"Bet if I was sick and you needed to get some medical supplies to help me get better, you'd probably stuff some of the medicine up your bra, just for me. Right?" Andrew teased his fiancee.

"You bet your clusters sweetie," Margaret smirked. "I wouldn't let anything terrible happen to you."

"Good to know that we're an excellent match," Andrew chuckled.

"Anyway, I could do for a couple of glasses of booze right about now," Jennifer stood up and stretched. "You two want to have some drinks with me?"

"At the Officer's Club?" Andrew seemed intrigued. "I don't see why not. What do you think Margaret?"

"Sure," Margaret shrugged coolly. "The three of us could have a fun time at the Officer's Club."

"That's what we need," Andrew smiled as he stood up. "Some drinks, a few laughs, and talking about some interesting stuff that Jennifer wants to bring up."

"Trust me, Andrew. You have no idea how many things Marg and I have done in the past," Jennifer smirked. "You'll be fascinated."

"Yeah," Andrew grinned. "It'll be excellent."

"You said it, darling," Margaret beamed. "Shall we get going?"

"Right behind you, my dear," Andrew grinned with that low tone manly voice. "Let's head for the Officer's Club."

"That's what I like to hear you two," Jennifer was satisfied with this.

Without anything to say, the three of them headed for the Officer's Club for some booze, laughs, and more. This was gonna be an interesting experience for them...

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IN THE OFFICER'S CLUB - 20:28

Inside the Officer's Club, we see Andrew, Margaret, and Jennifer sitting at one of the tables, as they drank a couple of cups of booze and they were heard laughing at something Jennifer brought up with them.

This didn't go unnoticed by two captains who were having a drink nearby at the counter, wearing casual clothes. Hawkeye and Trapper looked amused by the three of them drinking and laughing like they were having a good time.

"Take a look at this," Trapper motioned to them. "They seem to be having a good time."

"No kidding," Hawkeye agreed. "Sounds like they're having some laughs on the house."

"Maybe we should go over and see what they are talking about," Trapper wondered.

"I don't see why we shouldn't," Hawkeye shrugged. "Whatever it is must be good."

"Exactly," remarked Trapper. "Now let's go."

With that, they walked over to their table, where they were still laughing and occasionally drinking their booze. They stopped laughing when Hawkeye got their attention.

"Hello. May two fellas cut in," he wondered.

"He means us," Trapper elaborated dryly.

"Oh, hey you two," Andrew chuckled lightly. "Jennifer was just telling us something impressive that she and Margaret did one time."

"Please tell us about it," Trapper encourage as he looked at Jennifer.

"Well," Jennifer had trouble fighting off a giggle."I was just telling Andrew here about the time Margaret and I went to med school, and we spent the night before an exam filling up on nightcap and gin. We had so much that by the following day, we were suffering from a hangover and we had to sober up for the exam. Margaret was so out of it, she looked like she hasn't slept a wink."

"Margaret," Hawkeye turned to the head nurse in amusement. "I had no idea that you had a trouble-making side."

"I didn't either until Jennifer reminded me of it," Margaret slurred. It was clear that she was dipping the bill from how much booze she drank. "Just be glad that Andrew here understands."

"Yeah," Andrew murmured. "I could see the two of us getting drunk together."

"I dunno," Trapper rubbed his chin. "You two already look like you've been drinking frequently tonight. The same goes for Jennifer."

"Uh," Jennifer felt a hiccup come out. "If you two will excuse me...I should be getting back to the V.I.P tent...to rest."

"Wait Jen," Margaret gargled as she stood up. "Let me get you back. It's dangerous to walk alone outside at night."

"Me too," Andrew kicked away from the table and stood up, the chair he was sitting in knocked over. "Since I'm gonna be part of the family, we might as well go together."

"Okay," Hawkeye shook his head. "Andrew, you and the two Houlihan sisters can go and leave us in the Officer's Club."

"And when Radar drops by, we'll give him your regards," Trapper added. "And get him a grape nehi."

"Right," Andrew sighed. "Alright Margaret, Jennifer, let's get going."

"You said it, Andrew," Jennifer murmured.

"You know darling, you are quite the attractive man that I fell in love with," Margaret slurred romantically.

"I know. I'm quite attractive too," Andrew gargled as a blush came onto his face. "Same for you too dear."

"Heh heh heh heh heh," Margaret laughed cutely. "Oh, Andrew. Let's go turn in for the night."

"Me too," Andrew hiccuped as he, Margaret, and Jennifer headed for the door.

"Be sure to sleep with Hot Lips tonight Andrew," Trapper told him. "Her lips are gonna be cold unless you kiss."

"I'll be sure to do that," Andrew waved his arm drunkenly. "Thanks, Trapper."

"And play some hanky panky with her too," Hawkeye added with a holler.

Andrew didn't pay attention as he and the Houlihan sisters left the Officer's Club. As they walked out, Radar walked in, almost running into them. He stared at them with a shocked look on his face before he looked towards the captains.

"What's with them?" Radar asked.

"Oh, they just had a little too much fun on booze," Hawkeye assured him. "Trust me, they were having a good time."

"Oh," Radar uttered slowly.

"Anyway Radar, how 'bout we get you a bottle of grape nehi." Trapper suggested.

"Will be our little treat for our small company clerk," Hawkeye teased.

"It's a deal if you stop sayin' I'm short," Radar uttered.

"Promise," the two captains told him.

"Right. I'm in," Radar sat down at a chair near the counter.

Without any other words, the three of them had some drinks, with Radar getting a grape nehi as he wanted. They decided not to think about Andrew, Margaret, and Jennifer anymore for the rest of the night. Jennifer would be gone in two days, so there was nothing to fret over...

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TWO DAYS LATER - OUTSIDE THE COMPOUND:

By the following morning, they had suffered from another hangover, but they managed to get by it alright. After that, Andrew got more acquainted with Jennifer, since they were gonna be family. He found out more about Jennifer from what she told him, and he found out more about Margaret too.

He learned that she also had a mischievous side to her personality when she isn't focused on the army and kissing the higher-ranked brasses. Though that side was kept a secret due to not wanting her nursing staff to think any less of her. Of course, those facts weren't revealed to anyone else.

Eventually, the two days have gone by and Jennifer was just about ready to pack up and leave the 4077th. She would've loved to stick around to stay with her sister and her sister's fiance. But she had to go. After all, she was planning a surprise visit to her husband's unit next. And she was looking forward to it.

Currently, she was in her Class A uniform and hat again, as her stuff was already loaded on the jeep she was taking out of the 4077. There to see her off was Andrew and Margaret. In addition to them, there was Henry, Radar, Hawkeye, Trapper, and even Frank. Some of them were kinda upset about her departure, but they could manage.

"Welp, I guess that you're leaving the four-oh-double-seven now, right," Henry queried in curiosity.

"I'm afraid so sir," Jennifer nodded. "You are fine and amusing people, but I must go. Since I'm planning to visit my husband at his unit next."

"Well Jennifer, you certainly filled a lot of empty hearts in this unit," Hawkeye remarked.

"Not to mention some empty lips that need kissing," Trapper teased dryly.

"Guys, please," Margaret warned them with a hiss.

"We're gonna miss ya around here Captain," Henry laughed sheepishly. "Right Radar?"

"Yes, sir," Radar saluted sloppily. "Gonna miss ya 'round here Captain Williams."

"That's sweet. And to tell you the truth," Jennifer kneeled to Radar's height. "I'm gonna miss you too, Corporal O'Reilly. You are a precious company clerk."

With that, she grabbed Radar's face, and gave him a quick peck to his cheek, getting Radar to grow shocked as if he was hyperventilating by that reaction. By contrast, Hawkeye and Trapper were smirking at how Radar was growing up.

"Radar, you ol' son of a gun you," Hawkeye teased him. "You're growing up so fast."

"I'd like to make a call to his head, just to see if anyone's home," Trapper suggested jokingly.

"Ahem," Frank cleared his throat as he stepped up. "Captain Williams; sister of Major Houlihan? It was a real honor to have you here at the 4077. I hope your stay here was at least worth an experience."

"Believe me, Major Burns, it was worth an experience," Jennifer then went to Frank to do something with him.

However, unlike Radar, instead of a kiss, all he got was a handshake, which he didn't seem upset with on the outside. But on the inside, he was kinda jealous that Radar got the kiss that he should've gotten.

"Well Frank, sometimes you can't win 'em all," Hawkeye remarked about how Frank didn't get a kiss, shrugging casually.

"As they all say, Frank, there's plenty of fish in the sea," Trapper stated. "Unless of course, you're referring to an infested cesspool such as this."

"Oh go soak your face," Frank snapped at them with furrowed eyebrows.

"Anyway," Jennifer looked towards Andrew. "I think I'm gonna miss you the most, apart from my sister. I think you'll make a wonderful husband for my big sister."

"I will Jennifer. Trust me," Andrew promised. "I love Margaret with all my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that."

"I hope so," Jennifer sighed before looking towards Margaret. "I'm gonna miss you, Marg."

"I'll miss you too Jen," Margaret then took part in what could be considered a sisterly hug with Jennifer. "Be sure to write when you get out of Korea."

"I will," Jennifer promised. "And I'll be sure to send both you and your soon-to-be husband a postcard once this war is finally over."

"I would love that Jennifer," Andrew smiled. "And I'm pretty sure Margaret would love it too."

"You bet I would," Margaret smirked before looking towards her sister. "Well, so long Jen."

"So long Marg," Jennifer returned the gesture before turning to face the sergeant that would be driving the jeep. "Alright Sergeant, take me out of here."

"Yes ma'am," the sergeant nodded as Jennifer got into the passenger's seat.

"Oh, and do drop by again anytime you happen to be in our neck of the woods Captain," Henry told her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Jennifer looked at him after buckling up. "Thanks again, Colonel."

"Anytime. Hope to see you again soon," Henry admitted.

"Same here," Jennifer waved. "Alright, farewell everyone. And thanks again for allowing me to visit."

"Anytime Jennifer," Andrew said as he waved with everyone else.

"Okay Sergeant," Jennifer requested. "Drive us out of here."

"Yes ma'am," the sergeant nodded as he started up the jeep.

It didn't take long for the jeep to start up and then drove down the road to the entrance of the compound, where they were planning on leaving. The group continued waving and staring off at the jeep until it was out of sight.

As soon as the jeep was gone and no longer in sight, the group decided to go their separate ways and split up. Henry decided to go back to his office to sign any paperwork that Radar might've left behind on his desk which he almost forgot about. Radar went back to his office to fill out any other reports that needed to be done, all while rubbing the cheek that Jennifer kissed him on.

Hawkeye and Trapper went back to the Swamp to drench themselves in gin for a bit before heading to the Officer's Club. As for Frank, he decided to get straight onto garbage detail, since Jennifer's departure didn't change how he did things at the 4077. Although Frank was still a little sore about how Radar got a kiss and he didn't. Despite this, he kept it to himself since he didn't want any teasing directed at him about it, especially from Hawkeye and Trapper, who would never let him hear the end of it.

And finally, there was Andrew and Margaret, who went to Post-Op to tend to the patients that were in there. And later on, depending on whether any casualties show up, they would head to Andrew's tent, where they were taking part in more amorous activities such as smooching and whatnot. They were gonna miss Jennifer, as were the rest of the senior medical staff, and Radar.

But the two Majors knew that they would see Jennifer again since she was Margaret's sister, and Andrew was gonna become related to her the moment he's married to Margaret. So they had nothing to worry about. They could only wait for the war to finally come to an end.

Until it does happen, they would take every opportunity they had to share their love. And they would make sure of that too...

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END OF CHAPTER 55...

Yeah. It took me a while, but I finally finished this chapter. I had to think and rack my brain for ideas on how this chapter would go. And it wasn't easy. Still, I hope you found some enjoyment from reading this chapter.

Honestly, the earlier chapters in this story were more well written and crafted, because I still had plenty of ideas to go with, most of which I'm proud of putting on paper and posting them into this story. Unfortunately, the reason these latest chapters haven't been as good is that I've been short on ideas and I can't come up with anything clever for the chapters anymore. It has been a little nerve-racking, but I've been forcing myself to continue writing for it. I do hope you understand why I've been taking longer to develop chapters than I did when I first started this story.

One more thing, it's unspecified if Margaret does have a sister since she isn't mentioned again, and she was likely lying to Frank to get the money. Of course, since this is an AU, and I come up with the ideas, this chapter would contradict what the series' canon would say. Just letting you all know.

Anyway, now that I've said that, the next chapter is gonna be something different. It's gonna involve someone rat-finking to the general and sending bad reports about Henry Blake as a C.O. Just so you know, it's not Frank or Margaret, since I want to come up with someone who in all honesty, is worse than Frank. Because of that, it'll be an outside party stationed at the 4077. If you're wondering how this'll go, you'll have to find out next time readers.

For now, leave a review only if you want to. That's all I got for that.

Otherwise, that's all I have. So until next time, do take care of yourselves. And on that note, thanks again for reading folks!