Hey everyone! I know this story may seem juvenile but I'm only fourteen and I don't really know what someone ten years older than me thinks. Anyway thank you for all your reviews they were greatly appreciated. I hope you'll continue to review this chapter. That's what makes it all worthwhile. Thank you!



Disclaimer: I don't own Mash or any of it's characters. Lieutenant Kathryn Callaway is from my own imagination.



Chapter Two



After spending eight grueling in the Operating room, Margaret suggested that I go with her to the officers club to formally meet everyone. I was reluctant to go since I was tired and had a headache but she insisted so I accepted. It wasn't far from where we were to the officers club but I felt as though I should change my clothes since I still had blood on my arm from when the soldier, Corporal Wallace, grabbed my arm.

I entered my tent and nearly screamed. I looked around my room to see, my cot tipped over on it's side, my comforter lying in a hump on the ground and all of my pictures ripped off the wall scattered on the ground. But what got me the most was the words "Daddy's Girl" written in huge letters my mirror. I didn't understand why a person would do this to me on my first day here. I knew this incident would only sour my mood to an even high extent. I shouldn't have even come her but my thought trailed back to all the lives I had saved today and I knew that it was worthwhile. I had to suck it up and move on. I tidied up as best s could and quickly changed. Margaret had told me to meet her at her tent fifteen minutes ago and I didn't want to keep her waiting.

I walked through the camp to Margaret's tent. I arrived to find Margaret waiting impatiently at her tent.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

I thought about telling her what had happened to my room but I was never really much of a tattletale, even as a child, so I decided not to.

"Oh, I…I just…I needed to use the bathroom." I said finally. She didn't look impresses with my obvious lie but she let it pass.

It wasn't far from Margaret's tent to the Officers club. I knew we were close when the sound of drunken laughs and the smell of alcohol filled the air. I didn't expect to have a nice time since I already had a headache and I despised being around people who had been drinking. I decided at an early age that I'd never drink any alcohol since I learned first hand what alcohol did to people.

When I was a young girl, my best friends mother had been an alcoholic. I knew what the effects were when I saw her horrendous bruises that had been cause by her mother when she had had a few to many. Just the thought of someone doing that to another person, let alone, their own daughter was horrifying. But what really got me was what had happened this one night I was spending at her house. Her mother had gotten drunk and began hassling her for no legitimate reason. When she began to smack her around, it became to much for me to handle. I tried to stop her from hurting my friend but in a drunken rage she hit me. I knew I never wanted to become like that, even it meant that I could never drink any alcohol. I stayed true to myself and I never drank.

We entered the building and the stench of sour alcohol and stale tobacco was nauseating. I had to clench my teeth together to keep from throwing up. There was an overweight man pounding away at an un-tuned piano and his horrible playing wasn't helping my head much. Margaret looked around trying to find a place to sit. She spotted Captains Pierce and Hunnicut and they indicated for her to sit with them. We walked over and they pulled up two chairs.

"What would you like to drink?" Margaret asked politely.

"Oh, just water please." I told her meekly.

"Water!" she exclaimed surprisingly before asking the bartender for two beers.

"No really Margaret, I don't drink." I pleaded.

When I said this Pierce gave Captain Hunnicut the strangest look as if he'd known what I was going to say. While Margaret was off getting our drinks, Hunnicut decided to attempt small talk.

"So Kathryn," he started, "How was your first day in hell?"

"Don't worry," Captain Pierce added, "Once the cockroaches move in, you get used to them."

"Well captains," I said, "It is as god as hell can get."

"Please, Hawkeye and BJ." Hunnicut said, "All this captain stuff just keeps reminding us that we're in the army."

I smiled and nodded to acknowledge his comment. Margaret returned and placed a beer in front of me even though I had no intention of drinking it.

"Kathryn was just telling us how much she loves our quaint little neighborhood." Hawkeye said grinning. There was just something about his smile that made me nervous.

He didn't seem like the same person he was in OR. He was different somehow. Before he had been a professional with eyes so full of compassion. Now they were those of a carefree child.

The hours went on and the drinks kept coming. It was disturbing how much these people could drink. It was as if they thought the more that they drank, the quicker the war would end. What frightened me the most was the thought that these people could've once been like me. Had no intention of drinking at all but the war had gotten to them and they couldn't take it. They had to drown themselves in alcohol to forget their troubles.

"Hey Kathryn, you haven't even touched your drink." Hawkeye pointed out.

I looked down. It was true. I hadn't even touched it.

"I'm just not thirsty that's all." I lied. I was actually very thirsty.

"Oh, Oh I get it," he continued, far to drunk to realize what a jackass he was making of himself, "Lieutenant High Class doesn't want to drink with guys like us."

"What? That's not it at all. I just don't drink." I told him but it was useless.

"Why? Don't want to disappoint your precious daddy?" he said holding up a picture that BJ had handed him. It was of my father, one that I had hung up in my room. They both started laughing hysterically. Hunnicut even fell out of his chair.

It all made sense now. It was obvious they had been the ones who had sabotaged my room. Sure they had had a little fun messing around my things but this was to far.

"Now Hawkeye," I said coolly, "I just don't feel I need alcohol to drown away my troubles like you two gentlemen."

With that I grabbed my picture and left the club. I could feel hot tears burning my eyes and clouding my vision as they ran down my face as I ran. I bumped into some people but I didn't care I just wanted to get as far away from the Officers club as possible.

"Shh, what's wrong." Someone said grabbing me after I bumped into him.

I frantically wiped my eyes to get the tears off face. I soon realized that the man was a clergyman.

"Oh father," I pleaded, "It was awful. I can't stand it here."

"Come here and sit down." he told me, "We'll talk."

As angry as I was with Captains Hunnicut and Pierce, I wasn't about to get them into trouble. I simply told the father that how horrible my first day in OR was. I felt a little guilty not telling him why I had really been upset. Although it wasn't the complete truth it wasn't as though I had been lying. The operating room had been horrifying. After I had cooled down I thanked Father Mulcahy and continued to my tent. If only I had left a little sooner I wouldn't have run into…them.

"Well look who we have here, Beej." Hawkeye began, "Little Miss High Class. We really ought to introduce her to Charles. They're perfect for each other."

"Please, just leave me alone." I told him

"What's your hurry?" BJ asked.

"You see I want to go to sleep and if I were you boys I'd want to go to." I said smirking.

I pushed by them and walked back to my tent. On the outside I was everything a well brought up Lieutenant should be, inside I was screaming.

I slept dreadfully that night. I kept thinking about that young soldier in the operating room. The look in his eyes was terrifying. He was so frightened. They were full of fear and anguish. As if I were the only thing that was keeping him alive. Although now he'd be recovering fully, I couldn't help thinking how long it'd be before he was injured again, or worse before he was killed. That was the last thin on my mind before I went to sleep and trust me, my dreams weren't pleasant.

I woke up at around 07:00 hours and wished I hadn't. All the other nurses were still sleeping. I envied their peaceful slumber but there was no way I could ever get back to sleep again, so I got dressed and went for a walk

Somehow I ended up in Post-Op so I went in naturally. I looked up the row and spotted Corporal Wallace. Most of the other casualties were sleeping or unconscious so I made my way right to him.

"Hey," I said in a soft voice, "How are you feeling, kid?"

He looked up at me and I was pleased to see that his eyes were now filled with hope and innocence. It was a pleasant change from their previous state.

"Better." he told me, "The doc told me that you were the nurse that saved my life."

I pulled a chair up to his bed so I could hear him better.

"He did, did he." I said smiling, "Well he played his part in it all as well."

He let out a half-hearted laugh. If I were in the state he was I wouldn't feel like laughing much either.

"I suppose I did play a small part but it was mostly her." A voice said from behind me.

I turned to find Hawkeye's face. I was still upset with him for what he had done, but I forced a smile for the sake of the soldier.

"I don't know how to thank you two." He said grabbing my arm.

I flinched in pain when he did this. A bruise had developed from when he had gripped my arm so firmly in the OR.

"Oh," he said quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I didn't want to disappoint him or make him feel guilty by tell ing him he had caused my pain.

"Oh, I'm fine." I told, 'I just banged it on the door the other day."

He smiled at me but for some reason I think he knew that he had done it. The doctor told him that he'd be fine and that he should get some rest, so I left him.

I was checking on a boys head wound when Captain Pierce came up behind me.

"You know, you should really get someone to look at that arm." He told me.

I didn't understand how a person could be such a jerk one night and a complete gentleman the next morning. If I really thought about it, he could be kind of charming.

"Do you enjoy sneaking up on people?" I asked coolly, "Or does it just come naturally?"

"Here let me see." He said taking my arm, completely ignoring what I had just said.

"Hmm, this looks bad," he said, "but you'll be fine."

I nodded and turned to leave when he reached out and he grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I looked up at his face it looked tired and worn. I could tell just by looking at him that he was a devoted doctor. When I looked at his face I felt something strange and feared that I might not resent this man as much as I thought I did.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened last night. We got a little carried away." He said.

"A little?" I said angrily, trying to hide the fact that I wasn't even angry anymore, "You call destroying my room and getting drunk a little."

He looked down at me with his warm eyes. I knew he was sorry when I looked into them.

"We just like to have a little fun that's all. It's our way of coping with this stupid war. It's the only way we can keep ourselves from going insane."

"I understand." I told him. I said this with serenity. I truly did understand.

"So maybe now we could be friends." He said bluntly.

"On one condition." I told him. "You have to promise not to fall in love with me."

"That might be difficult." He said smirking.

I stared at him coldly. I was serious. That was the last thing I needed right now.

He smiled at me. "Alright, Alright I promise. Now let's start over. I'm Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce. Welcome to Mash 4077th."