~K, I''ll k make this short. My computer won't let me log in to anything so I''m writing this via a school computer, please don't kill me L

Hawkeye held Sara's increasingly colder hand, his prayers and all the prayers of everyone in the 4077th were lost on deaf ears.

"Please don''t leave me……" He whispered, "Please you pulled through once before, don't leave."

"Sir?"

Hawkeye turned to look at the cot across from Sara's, a red head soldier lay there.

"Yes, Lieutenant Johnson wasn't it?"

"Yes sir, How's the little girl doing sir?"

Hawkeye looked down once more at Sara's pale face, "She's……. holding on, just."

The Lieutenant sighed, "She's a brave little girl sir, I was in the company that stormed the camp she was held at."

"What happened?" Hawkeye asked, straightening slightly.

"Well the front moved forward a bit and we stormed their camp, we went to their first aid tent to find the girl taking care of some wounded North Korean children, the enemy. Well we were about to get her out when some North Korean's stormed the tent and took her as a hostage, we tried to get her back but they shot her, several time……"

Hawkeye bit his lower lip, just like Sara to be thinking about others enemy or otherwise.

"Hawk?"

Hawkeye looked up to see Trapper standing in front of him, "What?"

"There's nothing we can do now, come on, you need to get some rest or else you won't be any help to her."

"Trapper……"

"Come on, I''ll buy the new father a drink."

Hawkeye didn't want to leave; he couldn't leave. Sara needed him, he was her father, the adopted part of it didn't matter. But he knew Trapper was right, he'd be no help to her if he was asleep.

They walked slowly from the post op, 12 hours working on her, enough shrapnel to make a full set of eating utensils for the mess tent.

Four drinks later Hawkeye was back in the post op, sitting beside Sara and holding her cold hand.

"Please don''t leave, this war won''t be bearable without you……"" Then it hit him, Daniel Pierce, he didn't know about Sara yet. That was all right, if she didn't make it Daniel Pierce wouldn't have to know that he had a grand daughter.

"Please hold on……."