Epilogue! This is the longest story I've written so far, and it was surprisingly easy. Thanks for all the reviews.

June 1958

Frank presented his pictures at a court martial. Hawk and I were given a dishonourable discharge, and sent back to the states. To our great relief, and Frank's great disappointment, they didn't take away our practices. We could still do the only work we knew how to do.

Not knowing how to face our families, stateside co – workers, and the general public, we moved north to Canada. We had done a little research, and found that Canadians were much more accepting of our position. We moved to a little city named Brampton, and set up a practice. None of our patients seemed to be bothered by our relationship.

When the war ended, we contacted Margaret, who came to work with us. The three of us worked together for a long time, and became even closer. We were ushers at her wedding, and delivered her twins - Benjamin and John.

Time went on. We were very happy – we were together, the war was over, we had friends by our side, people in the community accepted us. How could life get any better?

Then, the unthinkable happened. It was at the fourth year reunion. We had a reunion every year, and Hawk and I were very surprised that we were included on the guest list. We met BJ Hunnicut and Charles Emerson Winchester the III, the surgeons that replaced us. Hawk and I took an instant liking to BJ, who started the reunion by pulling a very elaborate practical joke on Frank. It took a little while to get used to the pomposity of Charles, but we eventually realized that he wasn't that bad.

Hawkeye disappeared to the bathroom. When he didn't return after 10 minutes, I got worried. After half an hour, I was frantic. Just then, Frank re – entered the room, a very smug look on his face. After searching the building, the police had us go to our hotel to wait. I was hysterical by that time.

At 4AM, a somber – looking police officer entered the room. "I have a message."

Those of us who remembered that statement – me, Margaret, Radar, Klinger, and Father Mulcahy – exchanged a horrified glance. Those words brought pain the first time we heard them – as they would the second.

"We have found Dr. Pierce," the officer continued. "He's…been murdered."

I collapsed – not fainted, unfortunately. My legs gave out from under me, and I crumpled. I wish to this day that I could have fainted. Then I wouldn't have heard the words that separated my beloved and I forever.

"He was stabbed 17 times. We have apprehended a suspect. Does anyone know a Frank Burns?"

I found my strength. "Frank."

Frank was found guilty of first-degree murder, and was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.

(A/N: I'm guessing that they probably wouldn't give such a harsh sentence, but I wanted Frank to pay.)

And I continue to live out my life in the little apartment over our practice. But one day soon I will rejoin my Hawkeye. And someone else will have to tell our story.

***THE END***

Thanks to everybody who stuck with this story. I want to explain something – I like explaining things. The little bit about Canada is not to insult the U.S., or any other countries. I am very proud of my country – especially our recent acceptance of same sex marriages - and decided to give it a pat on the back. The city they moved to is the city I live in. I'm not trying to bash people from other countries. Watch for more T/H from me – I'm contemplating a series of songfics…sort of like a musical, haha. Or maybe a short story fest, like broncobabe. Thanks for everything, people!