"What do you mean hurt?" I wasn't too calm but I stopped myself from hurting Radar.

"I just saw an over turned jeep. I'm guessing it's Hawkeye's and it's not far from camp."

BJ moved over to my side and took my hand.

"We need to get moving." BJ seemed truly calm.

"Colonel Potter is coming." Just as Radar said it in walked Potter to find a white faced, silent Officer's Club. Everyone looked at a shaking Radar as he recounted what he saw.

"Right we need a jeep, Radar, BJ…"

"You are not leaving me behind this time. BEN IS HURT!" I was shouting at my CO.

"O.K. You can go but you must calm down. BJ look after her." He started ordering others to sort out an ambulance but all I could remember was the panic and BJ gathering me into his arms. We were both shaking and his heart was going a million beats a minute.

As soon as the bus was ready, BJ, Radar and I jumped in. We took medic bags, I hoped we didn't have to use them.

It was too quiet a night for a war zone, BJ continued to hold on to my hand as Radar drove us to where Benjamin lay.

An overturned jeep came into view, he held my hand a little tighter.

"This the right jeep?"

"Yes, Sir." Came the quiet reply. We jumped out and started a search.

"Ben." I let out a small cry. He was awake just, moonlight showed up the blood on his forehead. It stuck the floppy black fringe together and ran over his lifeless blue eyes.

"Hawk, can you tell me what's wrong?" BJ hit doctor mode.

"Just my head. I think I passed out." His reply was broken, strained, and quiet. Tears ran down my face. I hadn't cried since he told me he loved me. I helped BJ bandage his head and take him back to the bus. Radar stayed very quiet as he drove slowly home. I cradled my dear Ben in my arms, talking the whole time, keeping him awake.

We were hustled into the OR as soon as we got back. The OR had never been so packed for one patient. BJ and Potter were operating to relive the pressure on his brain. I wasn't going to leave his side neither was Margaret or Padre. Klinger and Radar stayed outside watching through the door.

I stayed as they moved him to post op. But I must have fallen asleep because I was woken by BJ the next day, Ben had regained consciousness.

"Jennifer?" He was back, I had my Benjamin back.

"You O.K. now? If it hadn't been for Radar…."

"BJ told me what happened. I took a corner too fast, running from snipers. At least I'll still get that R&R." He was fine. He was trying to joke.

"Two more weeks here though, for you anyway. I might have to go find myself another man." He looked a little hurt. "Joke! Why would I want any other man when I have you?"

At least Ben was allowed to go back to the "Swamp". For the occasion I pushed our cots together, there's never enough room for two people in one of them.

We spent the next two weeks curled under the blankets and bribing Radar into bringing us breakfast in bed. Even when the bandages came off his head, I still though the last two weeks had been a dream. His hair still flopped and covered the stitches. The eyes still had the blue sparkle with the faint covering war would put on everyone's eyes. And we still had those 6 days in Tokyo, alone.

"Say goodbye to our kaki green home." I'd never seen him so happy.

"Goodbye kaki green home." I repeated. BJ, Potter and Margaret came to see us off. BJ had been a pillar of strength during the accident, I thanked him for everything but there was something that he wasn't saying. Ben managed to organise the hotel and transport, so I just sat back and waited to arrive.

The look in his eyes as we reached the room told me that I wasn't likely to get the bath I so needed. We toppled onto the bed entwined, but I had to pull apart and suggest a joint bath. (I wanted to experience clean sheets on a clean Ben. A very good idea.) Yet in true Hawkeye style he made a joke about clogging the plug hole with the dirt. So I turned on my heel and went to have a bath.

Ten minutes later, submerged in bubbles, he knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Why not."

I gasped as he walked in wearing nothing but his boxers and dog tags. Man, he is so cute.

"You can do my back if you like." Where were the cheesy lines coming from?

"Only if the joint bath is still on offer."

"Of course it is."

He turned around and removed his boxers. There is this little hollow in his back right above the world most perfect butt. I slid forwards and he climbed in behind.

"You don't need to wear the dog tags you know." I said as he rubbed my back with these little circular motions which are so soothing they could put me to sleep.

"I know but these aren't my dog tags." He stopped rubbing.

"Don't stop. What do you mean not yours?" He reached forwards and put the tags over my head. I pick up one of them.

"But they have your name on them."

"Radar got a second set made. You have my real tags. I'll wear the copies from now on. But the those are yours along with my heart."

I turned around so I was facing him, my knees between his legs and my arms finding their way around his back.

"I love you."

He picked me up out the bath and dried me off with a fluffy white towel and carried me back to the bed. Everything he did was soft and gentle. The last thing he said was "Jennifer, I love you more than you will ever know." Right before we fell a sleep.