"Well at least that's something." Henry Blake commented when Hawkeye came and told him that Sara had talked, "Now what?" Trapper John and Hawkeye sat on the other side of Henry's desk in his office.

"I suppose the next stop will be trying to get her well again or convince her to go home." Trapper suggested as he fiddled with Henry's Korean doll.

"Back to the USA?" Hawkeye asked, "Please tell me you don't mean back to her godparents, they'll kill her!"

"Oh now," Henry began, "You only have that one time for proof, besides she could have been lying."

"What, you want to send her to her death Henry?" Hawkeye asked.

"No not at all but she can't stay here for the rest of the war!" Henry protested, "God I need a drink, you two want something?"

"No thanks, we brought our own." Trapper reached inside of his jacket and pulled out a large flask which was filled up to the brim with the home made martini, "Do you have glasses?" Henry nodded and brought three glasses, handed two to Hawkeye and Trapper and poured whiskey in the third for himself.

"Ah" Hawkeye sighed as he sipped the martini, "finest kinds."

"So," Henry sat up, "What are we going to do about Sara?"

All three men were silent, trying to think of a way to slip around the problem at hand, but the was no way around it, for the next three weeks they would be stuck with Sara at the camp whether they liked it or not.

"At least she's got some nursing skills, when she's up she'll be able to help around a bit maybe even teach us a few things." Trapper suggested nervously before sticking his nose back into his martini, downing it and pouring himself another one. Little did the three men know at the time but Trapper was right, she was going to teach them all something, something important that they would keep with them forever.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" Henry asked once he poured himself another whisky, "We have no room left....anywhere." Everyone was silent, where would she sleep, the nurses tent was full, they had no place else to set up another tent, Margaret had no room to share what with hair dryer and make-up kit and such.

"We'll set her up a cot in The Swamp." Hawkeye said mildly, Henry spat out the whisky in his mouth, Trapper just stared, "What? What'd I say?"

"Let me put it this way," Henry said calmly, "No way what so ever will she have a cot in The Swamp with you two inappropriate thugs."

"Oh now Henry, we can go to the nurses tent if we wanted to be inappropriate." Hawkeye told him placidly, "Barley anything goes on in The Swamp."

"Except drinking, smoking, gambling..." Henry could have gone on with a list but Trapper stopped him.

"Besides Henry, do you think we're pedophiles or something? We're not perverts 24-7."

"Yeah we can be appropriate in the company of a lady." Both Hawkeye and Trapper looked at each other before they burst out laughing. It was over two minutes when both blurry eyed surgeons calmed down.

"That's it." Henry said, "She goes back."

"Aw come on Henry," was the genuine reply to this, "Have a heart, yeah we'll be good! Honest!" Henry Blake just sighed.



-Of all the surgeons in all the world...- he thought -why me?-

"Alright! Alright, we'll make a little space in The Swamp for her, for three weeks, Hawkeye, you'll have to tell her that she goes back in three weeks."

"Meh, fair enough." Hawkeye said as he sipped his martini some more, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some patient checking to do."