Ok guys, chapter 3. In light of a very thought - provoking review, I have
decided to remove the 5 review rule. I would, however, like to state that I
have never made a rule like that for any other story. I am not asking for
people to ooh and aah over my work - I just love to get feedback and
comments, be they bad or good. So, that rule is removed, and I'll post new
chapters as soon as I finish them. Hope this clears up any problems. By the
way, I do want to give thanks for all the reviews I received - even if they
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Baby Blues
Sidney Freedman climbed out of his jeep to find Potter and BJ waiting for him. "What's up, gentlemen?" he asked, puzzled. "The "conference" was scheduled for next week, right? Unless I missed the memo." Potter smiled. "Actually, Sidney, we need you in your official capacity," he said. Sidney blinked. "Oh?"
Hawkeye approached, with Margaret trailing behind. Surprised, Sidney nodded a hello to Hawkeye, then crouched down to the child's level. "Hello, darling. What's your name?" Margaret's blue eyes regarded the psychiatrist warily, before she pressed her face into Hawkeye's leg. Sidney looked up at Hawkeye, who bent over and picked up the little girl. "Watch the shoulders," he warned. Sidney's eyes widened. "She's not yours, is she?" Hawkeye laughed. "I wish I could have such a pretty little angel, but actually you know her very well," he assured the other man.
Staring at the child, everything fell into place. "Margaret?" he exclaimed, stunned. Hawkeye shifted the girl in his arms so she could face the psychiatrist. "Yes, Sidney?" she asked calmly. "What happened?" he demanded. BJ shrugged. "That's what we need you for," he commented. "If we knew that, you wouldn't be here, would you?" Still disbelieving, Sidney shook his head.
Later, in the Mess Tent, Sidney joined BJ, Hawkeye, and Margaret, who was refusing to eat the liver that sat on her plate. "C'mon, Margaret, you have to eat," Hawkeye coaxed. Margaret fixed him with a stony glare - a glare that completely convinced Sidney it really was Margaret - and pointed to his plate. "You're not eating," she retorted. "I'm not 2 years old," he shot back. "You act like it," Margaret snapped. Hawkeye stuck out his tongue, placing his thumb on his nose and wriggling the fingers. "I do not," he replied. Glaring at each other, they started to laugh.
Sidney plunked his tray next BJ's, across from the two "children", poking the unappetizing liver. "Margaret?" he asked, drawing her attention from her argument with Hawkeye. "I'd like to talk to you after lunch," he said. "And the barfing thereof," Hawkeye piped up, causing BJ to nearly choke on a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "That's too true," he said, shaking his head in disgust. Hawkeye grinned. "I speak nothing but the truth." This time, it was Margaret's turn to nearly choke. "Yeah, right," she scoffed. "If you speak nothing but the truth, then the North Koreans are gonna come waltzing in here, dressed in pink tutus." Everyone laughed.
Later that afternoon, Sidney knocked on the door of Margaret's tent. "Come in," she called. He pulled open the door, revealing Margaret sitting on her cot, next to Hawkeye, who was stretched out, his feet dangling off the end of the cot. "Hi, guys," he said, grabbing a chair from the vanity table. Someone knocked. "Come in again," Margaret called, slightly exasperated. Klinger poked his head in. "Hey," he said. "Potter told me about Margaret," he said. "I noticed she only has the one pair of fatigues, so I brought her something else to wear." He held out a beautiful blue dress. Hawkeye took it, handing it to Margaret, who gasped, running her fingers over the soft, sky blue velvet of the dress. "Where did you get this?" she demanded. Klinger shrugged. "I had some leftover material from my dressmaking, and I made a few kids clothes. They're for the kids from the orphanage, but I figured you could use something." Margaret glanced up at the Lebanese sergeant. "Thanks, Klinger." Sidney cleared his throat. "I really need to talk with Margaret if I'm gonna figure this out. Alone." Klinger held the door open for Hawkeye, and they strolled out of the tent.
That evening, Hawkeye knocked on the door of Margaret's tent, then pulled the door open. The little Major sat on her cot, dressed in a little nightie. "Klinger again?" he asked, motioning to the nightdress. Margaret nodded. Hawkeye sat cross-legged on the cot, and she crawled into his lap. "What did Sidney have to say?" he asked, gently resting his chin on the top of her head. "He thinks I'm reverting back to a child's form because I keep everything inside. As a child, I'll have to express my fears more, because there are more of them. He figures that once I really open up, I'll go back to normal."
"And what if he figured wrong?" Hawkeye questioned gently. Margaret shuddered, involuntarily. "Then I guess I'm stuck like this." Hawkeye began to rock back and forth, slowly. His rich voice filled the little tent, calming both their fears and emotions.
The little stars,
That shine so bright,
Are the angels,
To say goodnight,
Good night,
Sleep tight,
The sweetest dreams,
You'll have tonight.
So if you peek,
Outside and spy,
On a twinkling,
Star in the sky,
It may be,
It just might,
Be an angel,
To say goodnight.
Aww, Hawkeye sings Margaret to sleep, so cute. That song is not mine, but I slightly changed the words a little, so no plagiarism. Don't forget, I took off the 5 review rule, so the next chapter will be up as soon as I'm done writing it. Bye!
Baby Blues
Sidney Freedman climbed out of his jeep to find Potter and BJ waiting for him. "What's up, gentlemen?" he asked, puzzled. "The "conference" was scheduled for next week, right? Unless I missed the memo." Potter smiled. "Actually, Sidney, we need you in your official capacity," he said. Sidney blinked. "Oh?"
Hawkeye approached, with Margaret trailing behind. Surprised, Sidney nodded a hello to Hawkeye, then crouched down to the child's level. "Hello, darling. What's your name?" Margaret's blue eyes regarded the psychiatrist warily, before she pressed her face into Hawkeye's leg. Sidney looked up at Hawkeye, who bent over and picked up the little girl. "Watch the shoulders," he warned. Sidney's eyes widened. "She's not yours, is she?" Hawkeye laughed. "I wish I could have such a pretty little angel, but actually you know her very well," he assured the other man.
Staring at the child, everything fell into place. "Margaret?" he exclaimed, stunned. Hawkeye shifted the girl in his arms so she could face the psychiatrist. "Yes, Sidney?" she asked calmly. "What happened?" he demanded. BJ shrugged. "That's what we need you for," he commented. "If we knew that, you wouldn't be here, would you?" Still disbelieving, Sidney shook his head.
Later, in the Mess Tent, Sidney joined BJ, Hawkeye, and Margaret, who was refusing to eat the liver that sat on her plate. "C'mon, Margaret, you have to eat," Hawkeye coaxed. Margaret fixed him with a stony glare - a glare that completely convinced Sidney it really was Margaret - and pointed to his plate. "You're not eating," she retorted. "I'm not 2 years old," he shot back. "You act like it," Margaret snapped. Hawkeye stuck out his tongue, placing his thumb on his nose and wriggling the fingers. "I do not," he replied. Glaring at each other, they started to laugh.
Sidney plunked his tray next BJ's, across from the two "children", poking the unappetizing liver. "Margaret?" he asked, drawing her attention from her argument with Hawkeye. "I'd like to talk to you after lunch," he said. "And the barfing thereof," Hawkeye piped up, causing BJ to nearly choke on a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "That's too true," he said, shaking his head in disgust. Hawkeye grinned. "I speak nothing but the truth." This time, it was Margaret's turn to nearly choke. "Yeah, right," she scoffed. "If you speak nothing but the truth, then the North Koreans are gonna come waltzing in here, dressed in pink tutus." Everyone laughed.
Later that afternoon, Sidney knocked on the door of Margaret's tent. "Come in," she called. He pulled open the door, revealing Margaret sitting on her cot, next to Hawkeye, who was stretched out, his feet dangling off the end of the cot. "Hi, guys," he said, grabbing a chair from the vanity table. Someone knocked. "Come in again," Margaret called, slightly exasperated. Klinger poked his head in. "Hey," he said. "Potter told me about Margaret," he said. "I noticed she only has the one pair of fatigues, so I brought her something else to wear." He held out a beautiful blue dress. Hawkeye took it, handing it to Margaret, who gasped, running her fingers over the soft, sky blue velvet of the dress. "Where did you get this?" she demanded. Klinger shrugged. "I had some leftover material from my dressmaking, and I made a few kids clothes. They're for the kids from the orphanage, but I figured you could use something." Margaret glanced up at the Lebanese sergeant. "Thanks, Klinger." Sidney cleared his throat. "I really need to talk with Margaret if I'm gonna figure this out. Alone." Klinger held the door open for Hawkeye, and they strolled out of the tent.
That evening, Hawkeye knocked on the door of Margaret's tent, then pulled the door open. The little Major sat on her cot, dressed in a little nightie. "Klinger again?" he asked, motioning to the nightdress. Margaret nodded. Hawkeye sat cross-legged on the cot, and she crawled into his lap. "What did Sidney have to say?" he asked, gently resting his chin on the top of her head. "He thinks I'm reverting back to a child's form because I keep everything inside. As a child, I'll have to express my fears more, because there are more of them. He figures that once I really open up, I'll go back to normal."
"And what if he figured wrong?" Hawkeye questioned gently. Margaret shuddered, involuntarily. "Then I guess I'm stuck like this." Hawkeye began to rock back and forth, slowly. His rich voice filled the little tent, calming both their fears and emotions.
The little stars,
That shine so bright,
Are the angels,
To say goodnight,
Good night,
Sleep tight,
The sweetest dreams,
You'll have tonight.
So if you peek,
Outside and spy,
On a twinkling,
Star in the sky,
It may be,
It just might,
Be an angel,
To say goodnight.
Aww, Hawkeye sings Margaret to sleep, so cute. That song is not mine, but I slightly changed the words a little, so no plagiarism. Don't forget, I took off the 5 review rule, so the next chapter will be up as soon as I'm done writing it. Bye!