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A/N- Thank you to my one reviewer for my 4th chapter (you know who you are you star!) I hope this doesn't mean there's only one person left reading this fic! Especialy as I worked so hard on this, the final instalment! Please review! I'm depressed, I need the ego boost ;-)


So, you weren't dead. A nice little trick. But there are no tricks that will save you now. A horrified silence fell. The sight of Frank marching in to the camp had stunned everyone, but the sight of Hawkeye walking in front of him had shaken everyone, and now the Korean commander had lifted his gun to point at Hawkeye's heart.

The guards kept everyone still with their guns and no-one had a chance of helping him. Hawkeye's eyes closed as he took and held a deep breath, and Trapper and Henry did the same. Only Margaret refused to close her eyes, refused to let the Koreans steal her last look at the man she loved. And so, only Margaret saw the terrified young Korean solider running in to the camp.

She recognised him as the one who had told them about the injured colonel, and had just time to wonder why he was running when he burst in through the door, making everyone jump.

The Americans! he yelled, obviously wishing he was anywhere except where he was. They are coming down the road! An army! We'll never survive! We have to run! He turned towards the door, but fell before he could take a step. The commander lowered his now smoking gun.

We do not run, he said calmly, stepping over the body as he spoke. The other Koreans were staring in shock at their fallen friend as the commander stepped outside. As one they dropped their weapons and ran, Frank among them, leaving the officers alone, and the commander isolated.

He could still take down a few of our boys you know, said Henry. We have a fine opportunity, we should grab him. But before they could move he was back, and his arm wrapped around Margaret's neck.

If you move, I'll shoot, he said, backing out as he did. He dragged Margaret along the road, away from the advancing GI's. As soon as the doors closed after him, Hawkeye dived for a gun and ran after him. Pain from his various injuries hit him, and he didn't doubt that he was in serious danger from them, but he had to get to Margaret. A jolt of adrenaline seared through him and he forced his legs to move faster.

As he rounded the corner he saw Margaret sink an elbow in to the commander's midsection and she ran as the man sank to his knees. Hawkeye had the gun to his head as he raised himself up.
Move, and I'll shoot, he said quietly.

Step back doctor, countered the commander, or I will shoot. Hawkeye saw that the commander still had his gun in hand and aimed at Margaret who had stopped in fear. Hawkeye took a few steps back and the commander grabbed at Margaret again. She ducked, Hawkeye pulled the trigger, and they both watched in shock as the commander fell to the ground.

Hawkeye's eyes remained fixed on the unmoving man as he slowly sank to his knees, the gun falling from his suddenly nerveless fingers.

I killed him, he whispered, voice weak with disbelief. He suddenly noticed his hands were shaking and he stared at them in wonder, not noticing when Margaret ran over to him.

she whispered, you had to do it, he didn't give you a choice.

Above all, I will do no harm, Hawkeye whispered, his breathing shallow. Margaret wrapped her arms around him as the shaking spread from his hands to the rest of his body. She pressed a light kiss to his forehead and pulled him close, hiding the body of the Korean commander from him.

Footsteps made them both look up and they saw a young GI standing by them.
Nice move doc, he said, admiration clear in his voice. If you hadn't have distracted him with the gun I would never have ben able to shoot him. I do think you could have been more careful though, your shot almost hit me.

Margaret and Hawkeye ran to the body, leaving the GI staring after them.

It's true, whispered Margaret, her arms still around Hawkeye. He was shot in the back, it wasn't you after all. She gasped as Hawkeye's arms wrapped around her, and again as he dipped her. But when he pressed his lips against hers, she didn't make a sound, just revelled in the feel of it. He broke the kiss far too soon in her opinion, and she reached up to reclaim his mouth as he pulled away from her.

We really should go back and check the others are all all right, Hawkeye murmured as they finally ended the kiss.

You're right, muttered Margaret, praying he wouldn't let her go. He didn't.

Maybe later, was all he said, before leaning down and kissing her again.
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Everyone was back, the tents were back up, the OR was busy, Hawkeye was healed, and Margaret was engaged. As soon as the camp had been reassembled she and Hawkeye had stood up in front of everyone in the mess tent at the time and announced they were going to be married.

At first everyone had laughed, thinking it was another of Hawkeye's jokes, but then he had fished about in his pocket and pulled out a box while dropping on to one knee.

he had asked, ignoring the sudden hush that had fallen and the tears that had gathered in Margaret's eyes. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Her quiet yes had been heard by all present, and the rousing cheer that followed as Hawkeye kissed her had echoed through out the entire camp.

Don't you think it's weird how we had to go through hell to find heaven? he asked her later, after she had told him how much pain she had felt after Trapper had told them he was dead.

I think it's silly we never noticed how close we were to heaven before now, she answered, reaching up to kiss him again, silencing any other questions he may have had.




All together now people- Awwwwwwwww! *sniff sniff* heehee =D Well, there you go! And I have good news for any fans I may have. I have finished my next M*A*S*H fic! It's called Somewhere Over the Rainbow Bridge, it's not a spin off of Fallen Hawks work and as soon as I finish checking it all through it'll be up!

Don't you just love me?