It's me again! Whoa, big surprise there :P. Here's chapter 5, sorry for da
delay, but you know how things are - I am INCREDIBIBLY busy with
schoolwork, but I take a few minutes out of my precious work time to type
in a couple of paragraphs every day. Ah, my diligence surprises even me.
Ok, I'm kidding, here's the chapter.
Baby Blues Chapter: 5
Hawkeye turned to face Flagg, fixing him with a murderous glare. "Sorry, you're not taking her anywhere, Flagg," he snapped, lifting Margaret easily. Flagg reached out, pulling at Hawkeye's arm, causing him to lose his grip on Margaret. She fell to the floor and began to sob quietly. Hawkeye was livid. "You goddamned jackass!" he swore, winding up and knocking Flagg onto his back with a vicious uppercut. (A/N: Hey M*A*S*H Nut, where's my cookie?) Flagg picked himself up, but held up a hand as Hawkeye prepared to strike him again. "Careful, Captain. Hit me once more, and I'll cart YOU off. Then there won't be anyone to look after your little princess." He stalked out of the office.
Hawkeye focused his attention on Margaret, sweeping her back into his arms. He sat on Klinger's cot. Suddenly, Margaret grew rapidly. She now looked to be about 8. Hawkeye grinned. "You're making good progress," he commented. Margaret smiled, and gave him a hug. "Thanks, Hawk." She slid off his lap and walked out the door.
Later that morning, BJ and Margaret found Hawkeye outside. He had discovered Father Mulchahy's punching bag, and was happily using it to take out his frustrations. Margaret watched him, thinking. Standing there, with the sun gleaming off his bare chest, he looked like some kind of god. She shook her head. What was she thinking, it was Pierce. The same man that had tormented her for 2 years now. So what if he looked incredibly yummy, with his silver - and - azure eyes shining from behind his sweaty bangs, and the muscles on his well - toned arms rippling subtly.
"Hey, Hawk, Colonel want to see ya," BJ said, ducking as the punching bag swung precariously, the chain that held it up creaking dangerously. Hawkeye paused. "OK," he said, grabbing a towel that lay on the ground and shaking the dust from it. He threw it around his neck, following Margaret and BJ towards the Colonel's office.
Margaret stopped, watching as something small lurked around the corner of the Mess Tent. She slunk over warily, as Hawkeye and BJ entered the office. Margaret crouched down, finding a tiny puppy. She squealed with joy, picking it up, and heading back the way she came. A jeep whizzed past, barely missing her. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" she called. She continued towards the office, walking lazily. Suddenly, Margaret heard her name being called, frantically, by Hawkeye. He rushed out of the building, a plain look of relief on his handsome face. He dashed over to her, dropping to his knees. "Where were you?" he demanded. Margaret frowned, confused. "I saw the puppy," she answered, holding up the puppy for Hawkeye to see. "Alright, but next time tell me where you're going, ok? I thought Flagg got you."
A smarmy voice broke the air. "Not yet, Pierce, but things come to those who wait." Flagg rounded the corner. "Now, I believe that Potter has something to say to you." Watching Flagg from the corner of his eye, Hawkeye ushered Margaret ahead, into the Colonel's office.
***TBC***
Sorry for the shortness, but honestly I have no clue what's going to happen in the Colonel's office, so I have to finish there for now, and think. M*A*S*H Nut, you owe me a cookie, as mentioned before. Ok, chapter 6 will be up as soon as I figure out what's going on.
Baby Blues Chapter: 5
Hawkeye turned to face Flagg, fixing him with a murderous glare. "Sorry, you're not taking her anywhere, Flagg," he snapped, lifting Margaret easily. Flagg reached out, pulling at Hawkeye's arm, causing him to lose his grip on Margaret. She fell to the floor and began to sob quietly. Hawkeye was livid. "You goddamned jackass!" he swore, winding up and knocking Flagg onto his back with a vicious uppercut. (A/N: Hey M*A*S*H Nut, where's my cookie?) Flagg picked himself up, but held up a hand as Hawkeye prepared to strike him again. "Careful, Captain. Hit me once more, and I'll cart YOU off. Then there won't be anyone to look after your little princess." He stalked out of the office.
Hawkeye focused his attention on Margaret, sweeping her back into his arms. He sat on Klinger's cot. Suddenly, Margaret grew rapidly. She now looked to be about 8. Hawkeye grinned. "You're making good progress," he commented. Margaret smiled, and gave him a hug. "Thanks, Hawk." She slid off his lap and walked out the door.
Later that morning, BJ and Margaret found Hawkeye outside. He had discovered Father Mulchahy's punching bag, and was happily using it to take out his frustrations. Margaret watched him, thinking. Standing there, with the sun gleaming off his bare chest, he looked like some kind of god. She shook her head. What was she thinking, it was Pierce. The same man that had tormented her for 2 years now. So what if he looked incredibly yummy, with his silver - and - azure eyes shining from behind his sweaty bangs, and the muscles on his well - toned arms rippling subtly.
"Hey, Hawk, Colonel want to see ya," BJ said, ducking as the punching bag swung precariously, the chain that held it up creaking dangerously. Hawkeye paused. "OK," he said, grabbing a towel that lay on the ground and shaking the dust from it. He threw it around his neck, following Margaret and BJ towards the Colonel's office.
Margaret stopped, watching as something small lurked around the corner of the Mess Tent. She slunk over warily, as Hawkeye and BJ entered the office. Margaret crouched down, finding a tiny puppy. She squealed with joy, picking it up, and heading back the way she came. A jeep whizzed past, barely missing her. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" she called. She continued towards the office, walking lazily. Suddenly, Margaret heard her name being called, frantically, by Hawkeye. He rushed out of the building, a plain look of relief on his handsome face. He dashed over to her, dropping to his knees. "Where were you?" he demanded. Margaret frowned, confused. "I saw the puppy," she answered, holding up the puppy for Hawkeye to see. "Alright, but next time tell me where you're going, ok? I thought Flagg got you."
A smarmy voice broke the air. "Not yet, Pierce, but things come to those who wait." Flagg rounded the corner. "Now, I believe that Potter has something to say to you." Watching Flagg from the corner of his eye, Hawkeye ushered Margaret ahead, into the Colonel's office.
***TBC***
Sorry for the shortness, but honestly I have no clue what's going to happen in the Colonel's office, so I have to finish there for now, and think. M*A*S*H Nut, you owe me a cookie, as mentioned before. Ok, chapter 6 will be up as soon as I figure out what's going on.