I decided to update - because I couldn't stand any more of LadyOfRohan's
whining! I'm joking, I know, you want updates, not new stories, I
apologize. Thanks for the reviews, everybody. As I type this, I just
finished watching "Murder At 1600" - rather good movie featuring (the plot
synopsis says starring, but I don't think being in a grand total of 6 - odd
scenes classifies as starring) Alan Alda. Anybody seen it? Anyways, I
enjoyed the movie, but I loathed the ending! First of all, he played a bad
guy - an interesting character switch, but I can't say I liked it. And
second, at the end, they shot him! Full of bullets! Normally, I wouldn't
mind the bad guy being killed, but this was different. This was Alan Alda!
It was like seeing (an older) Hawkeye get shot. Horrible. Anyways, I'll
stop babbling now, and get on with the story.
Baby Blues Chapter 6
Hawkeye sat in a chair, settling Margaret on his lap. He didn't like the expression on Potter's face, and had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. Flagg sat down as well, a disturbingly smug look on his face.
"Look now Pierce," Potter began. "I know you're not going to like this, but I got official orders from HQ, saying that Flagg is authorized to take Margaret down there." Hawkeye started to jump up, but remembered Margaret's presence on his lap, and settled with clenching and unclenching his fists. "Colonel, you can't be serious - you can't let him take her!" he retorted, unconsciously tightening his grip on the young girl. Potter shook his head. "Sorry Pierce, but orders is orders."
Flagg stood up. "Now Captain, let go of the girl," he commanded. Hawkeye fixed him with a challenging stare. "Never," he replied. "You want her to come to HQ, you're going to have to drag me along as well." Potter glared. "Hawkeye, don't make things difficult." Hawkeye shook his head. "I'm not letting her go without me," he vowed.
Furious, Flagg saw no other way but to agree. "Fine Captain, you will come along. Be ready in 5 minutes." He stalked out of the office. Hawkeye slid Margaret off his lap. "Stay here," he instructed. "I'll be right back." She nodded, sitting on the edge of the Colonel's desk.
5 minutes later, Hawkeye, clad in his Class A's, sat in the back seat of Flagg's jeep, Margaret beside him. Flagg sat in the front, livid. That Pierce was intolerable. He got so much free rein, he thought he owned the world. Shaking his head in anger, he started the jeep, and it roared out of camp.
At HQ, Flagg ordered Hawkeye and Margaret to wait outside while he talked to some people. They settled onto a bench, Hawkeye impatiently drumming his fingers on the seat. Margaret sat, thinking. She really didn't know what was going to happen. At 8, she was not so juvenile, but still a child, and rather frightened. All she knew was that she did not want to be separated from Hawkeye. He provided a sense of security that no one else could give her.
Flagg returned, motioning for them to follow him. They entered a small room, with a long table at one end, and 3 important looking men sitting at it. Hawkeye sighed nervously. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
(A/N: I'm skipping the whole trial - I tried writing it, but it was really boring.)
Hawkeye beeped the horn enthusiastically as they rolled into camp. Personnel poured out of various tents, curious at Margaret's fate. They cheered as they saw her in the front seat, next to Hawkeye. Potter and BJ stood near the offices, beaming.
In the space of a few short days, Margaret had grown to the age of 16. Male personnel followed her hungrily with their eyes, leering at her small frame, with her untamed platinum hair spilling down to her waist, and her sparkling blue eyes. She was thoroughly enjoying her teenage years. Hawkeye grew even more protective, escorting her everywhere, glaring at men who gazed at her. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't want anyone looking at Margaret - especially at gorgeous and 16.
He stopped walking, dazed at his own thoughts. Sure, Margaret was beautiful - but she was 16! Far too young for a 33 year old man to be gawking at. And hadn't he been berating the other males in camp for doing the same thing?
Up ahead, Margaret turned around "Aren't you coming, Hawkeye?" she teased. Over the past week, she had come to not dislike his constant presence.
One night, a violent thunderstorm shook the camp. Margaret, huddled beneath her blankets, still 16, was reminded of the night she had turned back to 2. She had been afraid to go to the Swamp to get Hawkeye. Well, she thought, not this time. She slid out of bed, and hurried across the rain splattered compound, slipping into the Swamp.
She shook Hawkeye gently, trying to wake him. "What?" he mumbled, face pressed in his pillow. She shook him again, until he opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. As she drifted into focus, he nodded. Without a word, he sat up, threw on his boots and robe, and followed her back to her tent. They curled up together, no longer hearing the vicious call of the wind.
The next morning dawned bright and cheerful. Margaret woke wrapped tightly in Hawkeye's arms. She pried herself loose, and carefully climbed over him. He woke at the sound of her shriek.
"Whassa matter?" he demanded, gazing at her. He blinked. "Margaret you're..back to normal!" For indeed, her venture to the Swamp last night to get Hawkeye had brought her back to her normal age. She shrieked with joy, throwing her arms around Hawkeye's neck. "Thank you so much Hawk, I couldn't have done it without you." Not even hesitating, she briefly pressed her lips against his. A hand snaked up her back, gently holding the back of her head, keeping their lips attached. She pulled back, gazing deeply into his softly glittering eyes. "I love you," he muttered quietly, caressing her cheek. Suddenly, he pulled away from her and dropped to one knee, taking her hand. "I don't have a ring right now, but it's not nessesary. Margaret Houlihan, will you marry me?"
***TBC***
There you have it, folks. There will be an epilogue, and then this story is sent to the Finished pile. I shall endeavor to work on the other 3 I have posted recently, so the epilogue might take a while. Please review. Oh, and M*A*S*H Nut, those cookies never came. Oh, wait a second. *computer begins to shake, and disk drive opens, spraying cookies all over room* Oh, never mind.
Baby Blues Chapter 6
Hawkeye sat in a chair, settling Margaret on his lap. He didn't like the expression on Potter's face, and had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. Flagg sat down as well, a disturbingly smug look on his face.
"Look now Pierce," Potter began. "I know you're not going to like this, but I got official orders from HQ, saying that Flagg is authorized to take Margaret down there." Hawkeye started to jump up, but remembered Margaret's presence on his lap, and settled with clenching and unclenching his fists. "Colonel, you can't be serious - you can't let him take her!" he retorted, unconsciously tightening his grip on the young girl. Potter shook his head. "Sorry Pierce, but orders is orders."
Flagg stood up. "Now Captain, let go of the girl," he commanded. Hawkeye fixed him with a challenging stare. "Never," he replied. "You want her to come to HQ, you're going to have to drag me along as well." Potter glared. "Hawkeye, don't make things difficult." Hawkeye shook his head. "I'm not letting her go without me," he vowed.
Furious, Flagg saw no other way but to agree. "Fine Captain, you will come along. Be ready in 5 minutes." He stalked out of the office. Hawkeye slid Margaret off his lap. "Stay here," he instructed. "I'll be right back." She nodded, sitting on the edge of the Colonel's desk.
5 minutes later, Hawkeye, clad in his Class A's, sat in the back seat of Flagg's jeep, Margaret beside him. Flagg sat in the front, livid. That Pierce was intolerable. He got so much free rein, he thought he owned the world. Shaking his head in anger, he started the jeep, and it roared out of camp.
At HQ, Flagg ordered Hawkeye and Margaret to wait outside while he talked to some people. They settled onto a bench, Hawkeye impatiently drumming his fingers on the seat. Margaret sat, thinking. She really didn't know what was going to happen. At 8, she was not so juvenile, but still a child, and rather frightened. All she knew was that she did not want to be separated from Hawkeye. He provided a sense of security that no one else could give her.
Flagg returned, motioning for them to follow him. They entered a small room, with a long table at one end, and 3 important looking men sitting at it. Hawkeye sighed nervously. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
(A/N: I'm skipping the whole trial - I tried writing it, but it was really boring.)
Hawkeye beeped the horn enthusiastically as they rolled into camp. Personnel poured out of various tents, curious at Margaret's fate. They cheered as they saw her in the front seat, next to Hawkeye. Potter and BJ stood near the offices, beaming.
In the space of a few short days, Margaret had grown to the age of 16. Male personnel followed her hungrily with their eyes, leering at her small frame, with her untamed platinum hair spilling down to her waist, and her sparkling blue eyes. She was thoroughly enjoying her teenage years. Hawkeye grew even more protective, escorting her everywhere, glaring at men who gazed at her. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't want anyone looking at Margaret - especially at gorgeous and 16.
He stopped walking, dazed at his own thoughts. Sure, Margaret was beautiful - but she was 16! Far too young for a 33 year old man to be gawking at. And hadn't he been berating the other males in camp for doing the same thing?
Up ahead, Margaret turned around "Aren't you coming, Hawkeye?" she teased. Over the past week, she had come to not dislike his constant presence.
One night, a violent thunderstorm shook the camp. Margaret, huddled beneath her blankets, still 16, was reminded of the night she had turned back to 2. She had been afraid to go to the Swamp to get Hawkeye. Well, she thought, not this time. She slid out of bed, and hurried across the rain splattered compound, slipping into the Swamp.
She shook Hawkeye gently, trying to wake him. "What?" he mumbled, face pressed in his pillow. She shook him again, until he opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. As she drifted into focus, he nodded. Without a word, he sat up, threw on his boots and robe, and followed her back to her tent. They curled up together, no longer hearing the vicious call of the wind.
The next morning dawned bright and cheerful. Margaret woke wrapped tightly in Hawkeye's arms. She pried herself loose, and carefully climbed over him. He woke at the sound of her shriek.
"Whassa matter?" he demanded, gazing at her. He blinked. "Margaret you're..back to normal!" For indeed, her venture to the Swamp last night to get Hawkeye had brought her back to her normal age. She shrieked with joy, throwing her arms around Hawkeye's neck. "Thank you so much Hawk, I couldn't have done it without you." Not even hesitating, she briefly pressed her lips against his. A hand snaked up her back, gently holding the back of her head, keeping their lips attached. She pulled back, gazing deeply into his softly glittering eyes. "I love you," he muttered quietly, caressing her cheek. Suddenly, he pulled away from her and dropped to one knee, taking her hand. "I don't have a ring right now, but it's not nessesary. Margaret Houlihan, will you marry me?"
***TBC***
There you have it, folks. There will be an epilogue, and then this story is sent to the Finished pile. I shall endeavor to work on the other 3 I have posted recently, so the epilogue might take a while. Please review. Oh, and M*A*S*H Nut, those cookies never came. Oh, wait a second. *computer begins to shake, and disk drive opens, spraying cookies all over room* Oh, never mind.