Ok, I got 5 reviews, so here's chapter 2. Thanks for the comment, HM, but
is that a compliment or an insult? I took it as a compliment, but I'm just
curious (. Anyways, pay no attention to my mindless ramblings, I'll go
ramble somewhere else and get on with the story.
Baby Blues
Potter arched an eyebrow. "Right, guys. Have you been at the Still already?" he asked, clearly disbelieving them. Hawkeye shook his head. "No jokes, Colonel. This is about the third time I've been serious since I came to this compost/rat heaven. This is really Major Houlihan." He tried to pry the little girl's nails from his shoulders, but she was hanging as if her life depended on him.
"Margaret?" Potter asked dumbly. She turned her head. "Yes, Colonel?" he shook his head. "She knows me, but does she know who she is?" he quizzed the two Captains, who shrugged. "Ask her something," Hawkeye offered. "Something only Margaret would know." Potter nodded. "Capital idea, Pierce." He turned to the little girl. "Ok sweetie, who was the commanding officer before me?" All three men watched as the child's eyes filled with tears at the thought of the old CO. She had gone over his head to various generals so many times, but deep down she had a grudging respect for the man - especially his surgical skill. He was a bit bumbling everywhere but the OR.
"Henry Blake," she said around the lump forming in her throat. But she fought the tears away. No matter how old, Major Margaret Jane Houlihan did not cry. If she could help it.
Potter frowned. "I think a call to Sidney is in order," he said, standing up. "Kling - " he was cut off as the Lebanese clerk pushed open the doors. "Yes, your Colonelness? What?" he asked, referring to the four pairs of eyes that regarded him with awe. Hawkeye, as always, couldn't be speechless for very long. He stood up, cradling Margaret on his hip. He peered into Klinger's eyes, before tapping on his forehead. "Radar, if you can hear me, knock twice," he quipped. Everyone laughed. "Sorry, son," said the colonel. "But that was just a little bit scary - like, you knowin' what I was gonna say, just like Radar." Klinger grinned. "So, did we figure out who the little sweetie pie is?" he asked, smiling gently at Margaret, who squeezed closer to Hawkeye. "Not yet," Potter lied. "We need to make a call to Sidney," he continued. Klinger rolled his eyes. "Seems like this is more of a case suited to "The Wind", right?" he said. Everyone groaned. "Not Flagg," BJ said, exasperated. "Can you imagine how much that idiot would scare a kid?" Hawkeye exclaimed. "He scares me, and I'm 33 years old. He'd mentally scar a child." Unknowingly, he tightened his grip on Margaret, who was feeling rather left out of the conversation.
"Aside from the fact that my body seems to believe that it's 2," she snapped. "My mind is quite capable of making rational decisions, and I am being ignored." BJ turned to her. "Maybe not," he retorted. "You may think you can make decisions, but your mind is taking on the fears and irrationalities of a toddler." Margaret snorted. "How do you figure that?" she asked, irritated. "Well," BJ started. "You're holding onto Hawkeye like he's a life preserver." She pulled away from Hawkeye quickly. "I am not," she replied. BJ sighed. "Look," he said, pulling at the neckline of Hawkeye t - shirt, revealing 10, bleeding gouge marks, 5 on each shoulder. Hawkeye fake shrieked. "I'm bleeding!" he cried, collapsing on Klinger's cot, and faking convulsions. Klinger, Potter, and BJ laughed, while Margaret rolled her eyes. "Idiot," she muttered. Suddenly, the phone rang. Klinger grabbed the receiver. "M*A*S*H 4077th, Corporal Klinger here. Sidney? Great, here's the Colonel." He handed the phone to Potter. "Major Freedman, sir." Potter shook his head. "I gathered that," he replied sarcastically. He took the phone. "Sid, Potter here. We got a problem you might wanna have a look - see at."
Ok, 5 more reviews, or no more story. Hee hee hee, I'm so evil. *Strolls away, laughing manically. Mwahahahahahahahaha*
Baby Blues
Potter arched an eyebrow. "Right, guys. Have you been at the Still already?" he asked, clearly disbelieving them. Hawkeye shook his head. "No jokes, Colonel. This is about the third time I've been serious since I came to this compost/rat heaven. This is really Major Houlihan." He tried to pry the little girl's nails from his shoulders, but she was hanging as if her life depended on him.
"Margaret?" Potter asked dumbly. She turned her head. "Yes, Colonel?" he shook his head. "She knows me, but does she know who she is?" he quizzed the two Captains, who shrugged. "Ask her something," Hawkeye offered. "Something only Margaret would know." Potter nodded. "Capital idea, Pierce." He turned to the little girl. "Ok sweetie, who was the commanding officer before me?" All three men watched as the child's eyes filled with tears at the thought of the old CO. She had gone over his head to various generals so many times, but deep down she had a grudging respect for the man - especially his surgical skill. He was a bit bumbling everywhere but the OR.
"Henry Blake," she said around the lump forming in her throat. But she fought the tears away. No matter how old, Major Margaret Jane Houlihan did not cry. If she could help it.
Potter frowned. "I think a call to Sidney is in order," he said, standing up. "Kling - " he was cut off as the Lebanese clerk pushed open the doors. "Yes, your Colonelness? What?" he asked, referring to the four pairs of eyes that regarded him with awe. Hawkeye, as always, couldn't be speechless for very long. He stood up, cradling Margaret on his hip. He peered into Klinger's eyes, before tapping on his forehead. "Radar, if you can hear me, knock twice," he quipped. Everyone laughed. "Sorry, son," said the colonel. "But that was just a little bit scary - like, you knowin' what I was gonna say, just like Radar." Klinger grinned. "So, did we figure out who the little sweetie pie is?" he asked, smiling gently at Margaret, who squeezed closer to Hawkeye. "Not yet," Potter lied. "We need to make a call to Sidney," he continued. Klinger rolled his eyes. "Seems like this is more of a case suited to "The Wind", right?" he said. Everyone groaned. "Not Flagg," BJ said, exasperated. "Can you imagine how much that idiot would scare a kid?" Hawkeye exclaimed. "He scares me, and I'm 33 years old. He'd mentally scar a child." Unknowingly, he tightened his grip on Margaret, who was feeling rather left out of the conversation.
"Aside from the fact that my body seems to believe that it's 2," she snapped. "My mind is quite capable of making rational decisions, and I am being ignored." BJ turned to her. "Maybe not," he retorted. "You may think you can make decisions, but your mind is taking on the fears and irrationalities of a toddler." Margaret snorted. "How do you figure that?" she asked, irritated. "Well," BJ started. "You're holding onto Hawkeye like he's a life preserver." She pulled away from Hawkeye quickly. "I am not," she replied. BJ sighed. "Look," he said, pulling at the neckline of Hawkeye t - shirt, revealing 10, bleeding gouge marks, 5 on each shoulder. Hawkeye fake shrieked. "I'm bleeding!" he cried, collapsing on Klinger's cot, and faking convulsions. Klinger, Potter, and BJ laughed, while Margaret rolled her eyes. "Idiot," she muttered. Suddenly, the phone rang. Klinger grabbed the receiver. "M*A*S*H 4077th, Corporal Klinger here. Sidney? Great, here's the Colonel." He handed the phone to Potter. "Major Freedman, sir." Potter shook his head. "I gathered that," he replied sarcastically. He took the phone. "Sid, Potter here. We got a problem you might wanna have a look - see at."
Ok, 5 more reviews, or no more story. Hee hee hee, I'm so evil. *Strolls away, laughing manically. Mwahahahahahahahaha*