Disclaimer: See Chapter 1, I can't be bothered!

Okey dokey, chapter 2. The second, and last chapter - this story was originally gonna be a one - shot deal, but I decided to expand a little. High fives to all who reviewed, and HUGS to Kilikina - I'm using your great idea! Here we go!

Obsession

Chapter 2: Consequences

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" BJ's fury - filled voice shot through the air. Hawkeye managed to detach Erin's hand - and lips, and turned to face his seething friend. "BJ, it's not how it looks," he began. "She just grab- " That was as far as he got before BJ launched himself at Hawkeye, hands fastening tightly around his neck. Choking, Hawkeye tried to free himself, but BJ was taller, and heavier. "You goddamned rapist!" he screamed, slamming Hawkeye's head on the floor repeatedly. Erin punched frantically at her call button. A nurse and two doctors rushed into the room. "Get a sedative!" one of them cried. The nurse dashed out as the doctors removed BJ from Hawkeye. As they struggled to restrain him, the nurse returned, and jammed the syringe into the back of BJ's leg. He slumped in the arms of the doctors, and they hauled him out, while the nurse made sure Hawkeye was alright. Brushing her off, he climbed to his feet and glared at his patient, who now laid stock - still, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Bedside manner thrown out the window, Hawkeye exploded. "What the hell was that about?" he yelled. "He damn well nearly killed me!" No reply, only a tear rolling silently down her face. Resisting the urge to shake the girl until she answered him, Hawkeye stormed out of the room.

Later that night, Hawkeye stood at the window in the door of Erin's room, cradling the telephone between his ear and shoulder. "I don't know what came over her, Mags. She was just - I don't know - delirious, maybe? Yeah. Yeah, sure. Love you too. Kiss Ben and Sophie for me. Bye." Unbeknownst to him, the troubled girl inside the room heard every word he said.

The next day, a wary Hawkeye edged into the room. He started towards the bed, slowly, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. An intern poked his head in the room. "Dr. Pierce, your wife and kids are here," he said. Hawkeye sighed. "Ok," he replied. "Send 'em in." An adorable young girl, about 8, with her father's long black hair and sapphire eyes raced into the room, tackling her dad around the knees. "Daddy!" she cried. Hawkeye knelt to his daughter's level. "Hey there, Princess. Where's Mommy?" Sophie pointed to the door, where an attractive blonde stood, holding a 4 - year - old by the hand. Hawkeye freed himself from his daughter's grip, crossed the room in 3 quick steps, and lifted the boy from his wife. "Hi Benny - Boy," He ruffled his son's hair. "God Margaret," he said, holding his son at eye level and inspecting him. "He looks more and more like you every day." Margaret laughed, reaching out to smooth her son's blonde hair, so much like her own. Hawkeye laughed. "Isn't that funny. Our daughter looks like me, and our son looks like you. It's usually the other way around." "You haven't kissed me yet." "So sorry. Let me rectify that problem for you." Shifting his son, he grabbed his wife around the waist and hungrily pressed his lips to hers. "C'mon," he muttered. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving." He strolled out with his family, oblivious to the girl who lay in the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face.

Midnight again. Only now, instead of being in her own room, her pictures under her pillow, she was in a cold hospital, all alone. The noises were the same, the lights were the same, but Erin was not. Climbing out of the bed, she crossed the room to a cupboard. Rifling through it, she found a pair of surgical scissors. Bringing them back to her bed, she opened and closed the blades a few times. Taking one side, she slowly, deliberately ran the blade across her wrist, slicing the skin deeply, one wrist, then the other. She repeated the process, watching the crimson blood spill out of the gashes. As the world around her grew dark, another one grew lighter. In this world, Hawkeye stood, hand outstretched, beckoning to her. "Come, Erin. Come be with me."

So Erin went.

Ok, done. That story is finished, I don't think I'm gonna add any more. Sorry so short, but I had the beginning, and the end, and I couldn't think of much to add in between.