Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Okey dokey guys! Sorry 'bout the wait, but I put up 2 other stories, and I've been absolutely AGONIZING over "Look At Me Etc." - I am at a 25 foot thick brick wall for ideas, so help me out, please.
Baby Blues
"Aaah!" Hawkeye stumbled into the wall of a tent, causing the occupants to swear at him violently. Margaret laughed, pleased that she was the reason Hawkeye had tripped. He had been walking past her tent when she opened the door and walked out. Barely missing stepping on Margaret, Hawkeye swerved, tripping on a rock and crashing, as mentioned. He climbed wearily to his feet, fixing the Major with a furious glare. "Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" he asked, sauntering over to her, almost too casually. Margaret nodded gleefully. "Really?" he continued. "And what would you do if I was to do this?" Bending down, he swooped up the little girl, tickling her furiously, enjoying her peals of contagious giggles. After 5 minutes, he was sitting on the ground with Margaret in his lap, both of them lightheaded and dizzy.
Sighing, Hawkeye leaned back on his elbows, taking no notice of the dustiness of the ground he lay on. Margaret leaned her head back on his chest, which began shaking as he started to laugh again. Turning, Margaret regarded him in confusion. "What?" she asked. He gasped, trying to regain his breath. "What if you were to suddenly go back to normal size? You'd be sitting on my lap in the middle of the compound!" Margaret laughed too. "Yeah, and what if my dress didn't grow with me?" she snorted, referring to the pink cotton dress she wore. This sent Hawkeye into more laughter. "I can't..say I'd complain," he managed to get out. "Ow!" Margaret elbowed him in the ribs. "Is sex all you think about?" she asked in mock disgust. "Hmm? Sorry, I was busy having a fantasy." They laughed again, until Hawkeye picked Margaret up off his lap and standing, brushing off his pants.
"Attention all medical personnel. Choppers on the way, only two, so this might be a light load." Hawkeye swept Margaret into his arms, running for the scrub room. He tossed her a gown, and she draped it around her tiny form as best she could. She tied on her mask, following Hawkeye into the OR. He picked her up, plunking her on a stool next to him. They set to work.
Margaret was still assisting, but another nurse stood by in case she couldn't manage something. "Next!" Hawkeye called, stripping off his bloody gloves. The next soldier was placed on his table. "Christ," he muttered, staring at the bloody mess that was the boy's abdomen. He glanced at the soldier's face. "Hell, he can't be 18. He should be at home, trying to get his curfew extended, and begging the keys from his dad. We're all a bunch of goddamned pediatricians. Scalpel." He held out his hand for the instrument, but it remained on the tray. He glanced sharply at Margaret, whose 2 year old fears were starting to kick in. He caught her as she tumbled from the stool. "Baker, get her outta here," he ordered, grabbing the instrument himself.
After another 6 hours, Hawkeye slouched into Pre Op, finding a tearstained Margaret sitting of a bench. He sat down next to her, carefully choosing his words. "Margaret," he began, but was cut off as the Major exploded. "God, I'm so ashamed! I'm a nurse, no matter how old I think I am, I should have been able to handle that!" Tears glistened in her eyes, but she held them back. Hawkeye shook his head. "Listen to me. There are some times I can't look at one of those boys, all torn up. And I'm 33. You're only 2 at the moment, so it's particularly hard for you. Don't beat yourself up, and don't hold it all in." He opened his strong arms, rocking back and forth as Margaret began to cry. Suddenly, she filled more of the space. Opening his eyes, he found himself holding a 5 year old Margaret. She glanced down in surprise. "Maybe Sidney was right," she marveled.
Later that day, Margaret sat on Klinger's desk, typing nonsense on his typewriter. Suddenly, the door banged open, and she found herself face to face with Colonel Wind, better known as Flagg. He scrutinized her closely. "What are you doing here, kid?" he demanded harshly. Afraid, Margaret said nothing. Secretly, she wished that Hawkeye was there to protect her. Flagg stuck his face right at Margaret's, so their noses were almost touching. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!" He pulled back suddenly, lifting Margaret off the desk by her long hair. She screamed. Flagg covered her mouth with his free hand, but pulled it back, swearing, wiping the blood from a deep bite on his palm.
Hawkeye burst through the doors, finding a bad scene in front of him. He had heard Margaret's scream, and came running to find her being held by Flagg - by her hair. He dashed over, prying the other man's fingers fro the golden locks. He pulled Margaret behind him, and began to yell.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Flagg?" Hawkeye shouted, forgetting that he didn't swear in front of kids. Flagg just stared. "Something important. Seems I Cor got news of a kid at a M*A*S*H. I seem to have found her, and I'm here to take her to HQ."
Dun dun dun! Boy, couldn't you just kick Flagg? He's such an idiot. Anyways, please review, and the next chapter will be up soon!
Okey dokey guys! Sorry 'bout the wait, but I put up 2 other stories, and I've been absolutely AGONIZING over "Look At Me Etc." - I am at a 25 foot thick brick wall for ideas, so help me out, please.
Baby Blues
"Aaah!" Hawkeye stumbled into the wall of a tent, causing the occupants to swear at him violently. Margaret laughed, pleased that she was the reason Hawkeye had tripped. He had been walking past her tent when she opened the door and walked out. Barely missing stepping on Margaret, Hawkeye swerved, tripping on a rock and crashing, as mentioned. He climbed wearily to his feet, fixing the Major with a furious glare. "Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" he asked, sauntering over to her, almost too casually. Margaret nodded gleefully. "Really?" he continued. "And what would you do if I was to do this?" Bending down, he swooped up the little girl, tickling her furiously, enjoying her peals of contagious giggles. After 5 minutes, he was sitting on the ground with Margaret in his lap, both of them lightheaded and dizzy.
Sighing, Hawkeye leaned back on his elbows, taking no notice of the dustiness of the ground he lay on. Margaret leaned her head back on his chest, which began shaking as he started to laugh again. Turning, Margaret regarded him in confusion. "What?" she asked. He gasped, trying to regain his breath. "What if you were to suddenly go back to normal size? You'd be sitting on my lap in the middle of the compound!" Margaret laughed too. "Yeah, and what if my dress didn't grow with me?" she snorted, referring to the pink cotton dress she wore. This sent Hawkeye into more laughter. "I can't..say I'd complain," he managed to get out. "Ow!" Margaret elbowed him in the ribs. "Is sex all you think about?" she asked in mock disgust. "Hmm? Sorry, I was busy having a fantasy." They laughed again, until Hawkeye picked Margaret up off his lap and standing, brushing off his pants.
"Attention all medical personnel. Choppers on the way, only two, so this might be a light load." Hawkeye swept Margaret into his arms, running for the scrub room. He tossed her a gown, and she draped it around her tiny form as best she could. She tied on her mask, following Hawkeye into the OR. He picked her up, plunking her on a stool next to him. They set to work.
Margaret was still assisting, but another nurse stood by in case she couldn't manage something. "Next!" Hawkeye called, stripping off his bloody gloves. The next soldier was placed on his table. "Christ," he muttered, staring at the bloody mess that was the boy's abdomen. He glanced at the soldier's face. "Hell, he can't be 18. He should be at home, trying to get his curfew extended, and begging the keys from his dad. We're all a bunch of goddamned pediatricians. Scalpel." He held out his hand for the instrument, but it remained on the tray. He glanced sharply at Margaret, whose 2 year old fears were starting to kick in. He caught her as she tumbled from the stool. "Baker, get her outta here," he ordered, grabbing the instrument himself.
After another 6 hours, Hawkeye slouched into Pre Op, finding a tearstained Margaret sitting of a bench. He sat down next to her, carefully choosing his words. "Margaret," he began, but was cut off as the Major exploded. "God, I'm so ashamed! I'm a nurse, no matter how old I think I am, I should have been able to handle that!" Tears glistened in her eyes, but she held them back. Hawkeye shook his head. "Listen to me. There are some times I can't look at one of those boys, all torn up. And I'm 33. You're only 2 at the moment, so it's particularly hard for you. Don't beat yourself up, and don't hold it all in." He opened his strong arms, rocking back and forth as Margaret began to cry. Suddenly, she filled more of the space. Opening his eyes, he found himself holding a 5 year old Margaret. She glanced down in surprise. "Maybe Sidney was right," she marveled.
Later that day, Margaret sat on Klinger's desk, typing nonsense on his typewriter. Suddenly, the door banged open, and she found herself face to face with Colonel Wind, better known as Flagg. He scrutinized her closely. "What are you doing here, kid?" he demanded harshly. Afraid, Margaret said nothing. Secretly, she wished that Hawkeye was there to protect her. Flagg stuck his face right at Margaret's, so their noses were almost touching. "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!" He pulled back suddenly, lifting Margaret off the desk by her long hair. She screamed. Flagg covered her mouth with his free hand, but pulled it back, swearing, wiping the blood from a deep bite on his palm.
Hawkeye burst through the doors, finding a bad scene in front of him. He had heard Margaret's scream, and came running to find her being held by Flagg - by her hair. He dashed over, prying the other man's fingers fro the golden locks. He pulled Margaret behind him, and began to yell.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Flagg?" Hawkeye shouted, forgetting that he didn't swear in front of kids. Flagg just stared. "Something important. Seems I Cor got news of a kid at a M*A*S*H. I seem to have found her, and I'm here to take her to HQ."
Dun dun dun! Boy, couldn't you just kick Flagg? He's such an idiot. Anyways, please review, and the next chapter will be up soon!