Disclaimer- If I owned these, they would still be making more episodes. There are no new episodes, they are not mine.

A/N- Hawkeye's Seductress- I thought he would too, but it sounded so good when I wrote it I didn't want to take it out! So can we just say he was planning that if he ever went to bed he wouldn't be wearing much and so he left it there? ;-)


The officers in the 4077th had been busy with casualties too. They were awoken in the morning by an announcement over the PA and were herded in to the compound where they could see the familiar shadow of an approaching chopper.

As the chopper flew closer they could see it wasn't their salvation as they had hoped; it was Korean. More choppers appeared on the horizon and the Korean soldiers began pushing all them towards OR.

They invaded us so as we could operate on their soldiers? muttered Trapper incredulously as they scrubbed up.

Obviously our reputation as fantastic doctors and wonderful human beings has spread, quipped Hawkeye, generating a few smiles from those who heard him. That and our ability to work in fantastic levels of heat.

Actually one of our Colonels was hit badly. He needs more attention that we can give, so we brought him here.

The Korean's perfect english generated a ripple of surprise, that quickly evaporated when another solider walked in, gun raised.

There were 11 other casualties besides the Colonel making three for each surgeon, and all through the session the soldiers kept their guns trained and ready to fire. It wasn't until surgery had finished and the officers were sitting down in post-op when Trapper noticed Hawkeye wasn't well. His face was pale though his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.

You ok? he whispered, praying the soldiers wouldn't hear him. No answer was forthcoming and Trapper realised Hawkeye had fallen asleep, his head resting lightly against the wall behind him.

A few hours later the Korean commander walked in and began talking with the guards. One pointed to Hawkeye with his gun and Trapper hurriedly shook him awake. He missed seeing the gun move to point at Margaret. The commander walked to where they were all sitting and looked at them all, as though committing their faces to memory.

I really should have a prisoner to keep with me, in case any of you get the idea of being a hero, he said casually, his eyes fixed on Margaret. Then he gestured to the guards and two of them grabbed her.

Hawkeye felt his stomach twist as the soldiers pulled Margaret to her feet.

'I can't let this happen,' he thought frantically, racking his brain for some sort of solution. 'I can't let her go with them! They'll kill her! I can't lose her!' He could feel desperation mixing with fear as Margaret was practically dragged towards the door. He was about to try to grab gun when the commander turned towards them.

"I have heard rumours that you creatures are actually quite loyal, and I'm sure you have all heard what we do to our prisoners. And you are all now our prisoners. So I will ask, is anyone here willing to brave being my personal prisoner to spare this young woman?"

Hawkeye was on his feet before the commander had stopped talking.

"I'll take her place," he said loudly, pulling himself up to his full height and regarding the Korean with cold eyes. He could see shock and fear on Margaret's face as she was pushed back on to the floor and the soldiers grabbed Hawkeye. She shook her head, but he turned away, unable to see her looking so distressed.

'She cares for me,' he thought, joy unexpectedly flooding his brain and wiping out the terror. 'She actually cares for me.'

Then he saw the Korean commander walking towards him and felt a sick jolt of dread.

'She really does care for me, and now I'll never be able to tell her. Oh Margaret.'

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even see the fist that was hurtling towards his unprotected stomach. He doubled over with a gasp of pain as fire shot through his body. Another fist landed on his jaw, snapping his head back.

Another powerful blow landed, but he didn't feel it through the pain already coursing through him. All he could think was how glad he was that it wasn't Margaret feeling it. He saw the cool blackness of oblivion approaching and welcomed it, his last thought before awareness slipped away was of Margaret, and of how she deserved so much better than life had given her so far.

Trapper stood up as Hawkeye was dragged out of the building.

You have a question?

Where are you taking him?

You'll see soon enough, was the only answer he was given before the commander left.

That night the thunderstorm that had been promised by the hot weather of the past few days broke and the hospital was buffeted by the strong winds. The rain pounded on the metal roof preventing sleep and the Koreans walked around the room, occasionally fiddling with their guns, to keep everyone's nerves on edge.

The reappearance of the Korean commander with specks of blood on his jacket and without Hawkeye sent the tension level rocketing.

It was a very tired group of officers that were forced in to the compound early the next morning. The sky had all the beauty that the after-storm dawn always has, but none of them noticed. All their attention was focused on the flag platform.

Instead of the flag lying at the bottom of the pole, Hawkeye was lying there. His face was bruised and a large gash had coloured a puddle that had formed near him a rusty red. Margaret gave a small cry and tried to go to him, but she was pushed back.

The commander walked up to her and grabbed her chin in his hand.

He is my prisoner. No one else may go near him unless I say so. He turned and walked to the flag pole, two of his men behind him. The officers watched with growing fear as Hawkeye's shirt was pulled off him and the rope binding his hands was attached to a rope that had replaced that usual flag string. One of the Koreans heaved the rope through the pulley and Hawkeye was dragged to his feet.

Every one watching winced as the man pulled the rope again, until Hawkeye was only just touching the wooden platform with his toes. His own weight was pulling his body down and even in his semi- conscious state it was clear he was in pain.

This man was out here all night, began the commander, only to be interrupted by a bought of coughing from Hawkeye that scared all his friends with it's severity. The Koreans simply watched as his body was racked by the coughing and when it was over the commander turned back to his prisoners.

As I was saying, he was interrogated' by me last night and has been out here all night. However he still insists on defying me. So, I have arranged a lesson for him which, by happy coincidence, can also act as a lesson for all of you.

So saying he took off his belt and turned back to Hawkeye.
No! You bastard! yelled Henry, running forwards. One of the soldiers dealt him a vicious blow to the head with the butt of his gun and Henry fell back. There were a few seconds of panic, ended by a crack and a sudden gasp.

As one the officers looked to Hawkeye to see a welt raise up on his back. Seeing that he now had everyone's attention, the commander raised his belt again.

As I said, a lesson. Crack. No one in this camp is superior to me. Crack. You will do as I say. Crack. Each time he was struck by the belt Hawkeye stifled his yells of pain, and each time he didn't yell, the commander hit him even harder the next time.

After he had hit him five times, the commander turned his belt around in his hand. Margaret buried her head in Trapper's chest as his hand raised again. This time there was no crack as the belt made contact with Hawkeye's back, just a scream of pain as the buckle tore in to the flesh.

Margaret started crying, but Trapper kept his eyes fixed on his friend, determined that Hawkeye was not going to endure the pain alone. Another scream was torn from his throat as the buckle sliced in to him again and Trapper started praying he would pass out soon.

Just let go Hawk,' he yelled in his mind, stop fighting and let go.'

Finally, after another 5 lashes, Hawkeye's head sank down and the commander lowered his belt. Then, without so much as a glance to the bloodied mess that he had created he walked away, leaving the officer's where they were, smiling to himself as he remembered the chilling screams he had wrought from their friend.