I know this took some time. I had a major block. But I was able to write
another chapter finally. M*A*S*H is not mine. It belongs to FOX. Angela is
my character. Please review!!!!!
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There are something's that people were made to detest. Alarm clocks, the sound of nails scraping across a blackboard, fire alarms, train whistles, sirens, and least of all, the ringing of a phone. Now the ringing of a phone is not necessarily a bad thing, it just depends when it decides to go off. Ringing when you walk through the door, or folding laundry, or just being lazy is fine. Ringing while you're watching your favorite television show, ringing while giving your child a bath, ringing while you're walking out the door, or ringing at six in the morning is bad, very bad.
The phone blared again as it rounded on its third ring, disturbing the slumbering couple. Hawkeye had been sleeping on his stomach, arms and legs stretched in either direction. He had his arms resting beneath the pillow as the rest him lay bundled under the soft comforter. Margaret was lying mostly on him, with the exception of one leg, as her face lay against his strong back. She had her arms sprawled over him as her left leg hooked over his waist and rested beside his legs. Her blonde hair was covering his shoulders as she snuggled against his warm skin.
Now he was up, that damned ringing continued even after the sixth ring. Hawkeye lifted his head and, with blurry eyes, searched for the phone. Sleepily he picked it up.
"Hello?" He mumbled into the receiver. Mornings were never his strong suit.
"Ah hello sir," a cheery voiced chimed into his ear, "Is this Mr. Benjamin Pierce?" Hawkeye opened his eyes wider when he heard his name. It was very unlike anyone outside of his family to call him that.
"Yes, yes it is."
"Good morning sir, I'm awfully sorry to disturb you. I hope you weren't sleeping." Hawkeye rolled his eyes; he had to be kidding.
"I was going to get up soon anyway," Hawkeye said as he let his head fall onto the pillow again.
"Wonderful, some people can be mighty ornery in the morning, why just the other day I was........."
"Was there something you needed?" Hawkeye asked cutting him off. He was sure the story was fascinating, but just really wasn't in the mood right now to listen to it.
The other man paused for a moment before speaking, "Ah yes, terribly sorry about that, I get a little carried away sometimes."
"Don't worry about it."
"Thank you sir. The reason I am calling is because your wife had an appointment scheduled at ten O'clock this morning in our gynecology department. We've had to make some appointment changes and Mrs. Pierce got switched to eleven instead of her original time." Hawkeye thought about what the man had said. He called her his 'wife', he'd never really thought about it before, but it had a nice ring to it. "Sir? Mr. Pierce are you still there?" The voice echoed when it didn't hear a response.
Hawkeye snapped out it and held the phone back up to his ear. "Oh, that's fine. No problem at all."
"Splendid, thank you for your time." There was a click on the other end and the line went dead. Hawkeye hung the phone back in its cradle and lay back down. After a few minutes he rolled over onto his back so Margaret was lying on top of him. He held her to him and rubbed her back.
Quietly he slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He looked at him self in the mirror. There stood a twenty nine-year-old man with messy black hair and a thickening layer of stubble across his face. He looked tired and worn, a direct image of how he felt. What could Margaret possibly see in him? Why should she spend all her attention and energy on someone such as him? Personally, he didn't see why she had picked him, there were hundreds of better guys out there for her. He felt like a pebble sitting in the place of a diamond on a gold ring. Margaret's ring should have had a huge sparkling diamond sitting on top.
The image of a baby popped into his head, a beautiful little pink baby. There was a great possibility that in a few months he was going to be a daddy, he smiled at the thought. Even though he never said anything, he'd always wanted to be a father. Something bothered him though, what if Margaret didn't want to have his child. He remembered the day she told him, she didn't seem happy at all. In fact, she seemed rather disappointed. Oh God, what if this was all a mistake? What if she resented him and was angry about the pregnancy? Maybe he wasn't the one she wanted, perhaps he was just another one of her short romances. Hawkeye wouldn't be able to stand it if he was, he'd just die if she didn't want him.
Hawkeye let his hands grip the side of the sink as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. He let his body weight rest against the side as he took a couple deep breaths. For some time he stood like that, leaning against the sink, trying not to think about the inevitable. Sometime later, a pair of arms slipped under his and wrapped around his torso. He felt her soft lips press against his back and then once more on his shoulder blade.
"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice full of concern as she leaned against him. She was rubbing her hands over his chest.
"I'm fine." His head was still down. He didn't want her to see the distress across his face.
"Are you sure? You've been standing here for awhile."
"I'll be alright."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Hawkeye lifted his head and turned in her arms, wrapping his tightly around her. "Just let me hold you," he said into her hair. Margaret didn't say anything, she just held tightly to him.
After what felt like an eternity she spoke up. "Who was on the phone?"
Hawkeye had his back against the edge of the sink, his head was resting on top of hers. He was beginning to feel better, holding her always made him feel better. "The hospital, your appointment got changed to eleven instead of ten."
"That's fine, I wanted to take a long shower anyway. I can never get enough of hot water."
"You can say that again." He tightened his arms around her.
She pulled back to see his face, "Are you feeling better?"
"I was feeling a little down, but I'm better now." He let his hand stroke her face.
Margaret smiled, she hated to see him depressed. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"It's not worth talking about, I'm just a little tired that's all."
Margaret pulled him against her again and buried her face against his neck. "All right, but just remember I'll always be here, I love you." She couldn't have possibly seen his face, but he was smiling wildly.
"I know," he said softly as they held each other.
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"Hawkeye!" Margaret was calling to him from the bathroom. She was taking a shower and had forgotten to grab her body wash. "Hawkeye!" She yelled again.
"What is it?" He asked as he walked into the steam filled bathroom.
"I forgot to grab my body wash when I was getting my shampoo, could you look through my bag and find it for me?" She peaked her head around the side of the curtain.
Hawkeye looked at her drenched hair, "Body wash?"
"Yeah, I'd get it but I don't want to get everything wet."
"Margaret I already told you I'd wash your body for you if you wanted me too." He gave her a suggestive leer.
"No, I already told you. If I let you in we'll never make it to my appointment."
"Sure we would, I can wash fast."
"Soap please," she told him pointing towards the bedroom.
"Fine, fine," he grumbled as he walked out. A few moments later, when she was rinsing her hair, she felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist.
"Hawkeye!" She screamed when she realized he had taken off his clothes and gotten in with her.
"I thought you might need a scrubber, I couldn't find one so I volunteered."
"Ah, I told you I wanted to take a shower by my self!" She was trying to fight him, but his roaming hands felt good. She was beginning to give into him. After a few moments between arguing with her self, she finally turned around and pulled him to her, giving him a sultry kiss.
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"Hurry up! It's already five till eleven!" She shouted as they made their way into the waiting room. Margaret was already very tense and completely emotional. When they got out of the shower it was ten thirty. Margaret had screamed at him because she didn't have time to curl her hair or properly do her make up and still make it to her appointment on time. Every single word out her mouth was sarcasm and anger, and it was all being directed at Hawkeye. He realized she was worried and anxious, but she was getting carried away. Every little comment and put down seemed to stab him right in the heart.
Hawkeye took a seat in the lounge as Margaret was eagerly ushered into a back room. He wanted to go with her, but she thought it best that he stay outside. Apparently he'd already done enough.
Woefully he sat back and looked around the small waiting room. There was a lieutenant sitting in the chair to his left reading a paper. He looked frazzled too; he was probably there for the same reason. Hawkeye closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he leaned over and put his face in his hands. He wasn't sure if he could take nine months worth of mood swings.
"Benjamin?" A woman's voice erupted into his silent thoughts. At first he thought it was some girl he had met in Seoul sometime in the past, but when he lifted his face to look at her he gasped.
"Angela!" He yelled in delight and stood up. He kissed her and pulled her into his arms. The woman wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly to her. "I can't believe it's you! What are you doing here?"
She pulled away to look at him, "I'm here with Roger, he's attending a conference in Seoul this afternoon." Roger was Angela's husband. He was a colonel in the Navy and worked on one of the carriers in the Pacific. Every once in awhile he'd send for Angela and they'd spend a week together in Tokyo.
"You're kidding, I can't believe you're here. It's been nearly four years since I've seen you!" He said hugging her once more.
Angela laughed, "What are the chances?"
"Like one in a couple thousand!"
"It's the funniest thing. I was walking down the hallway and I thought I saw you through the window, at first I thought I had lost my mind, but then I looked again. An low and behold, it was you!"
"Gee, the last time we saw each other was at that Fourth of July reunion in New York. God Angela, you haven't changed a bit."
"You're a sweet boy. How are you holding up? You poor thing, caught in the middle of this terrible war. It's a waste of your surgical talents."
Hawkeye sighed, "It's been a long time. I'm tired and I want to go home."
Angela pulled him back into her arms. "I know sweetie, I pray to the Lord that this will all be over soon."
"Me too." The two hugged again and held onto each other. "I feel so wonderful, seeing you has really made my day." Hawkeye smiled warmly at her.
"So tell me about things........," she trailed off. Hawkeye and Angela kept on talking, very much aware they were still in each other's arms. Yet, some how they never did see the woman standing in the far corner watching them.
Margaret had walked out just when they had seen each other. She saw the kiss, the hugging, and heard the laughter. This woman was all over him; she seemed to be smothering him. Although, he didn't look like he was resisting. In fact, he was showing her just as much attention.
Silently she fumed; she didn't want any strange woman touching her man. This got her to thinking though, what if he wasn't serious? What if was just using her? What if he was only interested in the sex and nothing else? Margaret was going to settle this right now. Angrily she walked over to the two.
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There are something's that people were made to detest. Alarm clocks, the sound of nails scraping across a blackboard, fire alarms, train whistles, sirens, and least of all, the ringing of a phone. Now the ringing of a phone is not necessarily a bad thing, it just depends when it decides to go off. Ringing when you walk through the door, or folding laundry, or just being lazy is fine. Ringing while you're watching your favorite television show, ringing while giving your child a bath, ringing while you're walking out the door, or ringing at six in the morning is bad, very bad.
The phone blared again as it rounded on its third ring, disturbing the slumbering couple. Hawkeye had been sleeping on his stomach, arms and legs stretched in either direction. He had his arms resting beneath the pillow as the rest him lay bundled under the soft comforter. Margaret was lying mostly on him, with the exception of one leg, as her face lay against his strong back. She had her arms sprawled over him as her left leg hooked over his waist and rested beside his legs. Her blonde hair was covering his shoulders as she snuggled against his warm skin.
Now he was up, that damned ringing continued even after the sixth ring. Hawkeye lifted his head and, with blurry eyes, searched for the phone. Sleepily he picked it up.
"Hello?" He mumbled into the receiver. Mornings were never his strong suit.
"Ah hello sir," a cheery voiced chimed into his ear, "Is this Mr. Benjamin Pierce?" Hawkeye opened his eyes wider when he heard his name. It was very unlike anyone outside of his family to call him that.
"Yes, yes it is."
"Good morning sir, I'm awfully sorry to disturb you. I hope you weren't sleeping." Hawkeye rolled his eyes; he had to be kidding.
"I was going to get up soon anyway," Hawkeye said as he let his head fall onto the pillow again.
"Wonderful, some people can be mighty ornery in the morning, why just the other day I was........."
"Was there something you needed?" Hawkeye asked cutting him off. He was sure the story was fascinating, but just really wasn't in the mood right now to listen to it.
The other man paused for a moment before speaking, "Ah yes, terribly sorry about that, I get a little carried away sometimes."
"Don't worry about it."
"Thank you sir. The reason I am calling is because your wife had an appointment scheduled at ten O'clock this morning in our gynecology department. We've had to make some appointment changes and Mrs. Pierce got switched to eleven instead of her original time." Hawkeye thought about what the man had said. He called her his 'wife', he'd never really thought about it before, but it had a nice ring to it. "Sir? Mr. Pierce are you still there?" The voice echoed when it didn't hear a response.
Hawkeye snapped out it and held the phone back up to his ear. "Oh, that's fine. No problem at all."
"Splendid, thank you for your time." There was a click on the other end and the line went dead. Hawkeye hung the phone back in its cradle and lay back down. After a few minutes he rolled over onto his back so Margaret was lying on top of him. He held her to him and rubbed her back.
Quietly he slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He looked at him self in the mirror. There stood a twenty nine-year-old man with messy black hair and a thickening layer of stubble across his face. He looked tired and worn, a direct image of how he felt. What could Margaret possibly see in him? Why should she spend all her attention and energy on someone such as him? Personally, he didn't see why she had picked him, there were hundreds of better guys out there for her. He felt like a pebble sitting in the place of a diamond on a gold ring. Margaret's ring should have had a huge sparkling diamond sitting on top.
The image of a baby popped into his head, a beautiful little pink baby. There was a great possibility that in a few months he was going to be a daddy, he smiled at the thought. Even though he never said anything, he'd always wanted to be a father. Something bothered him though, what if Margaret didn't want to have his child. He remembered the day she told him, she didn't seem happy at all. In fact, she seemed rather disappointed. Oh God, what if this was all a mistake? What if she resented him and was angry about the pregnancy? Maybe he wasn't the one she wanted, perhaps he was just another one of her short romances. Hawkeye wouldn't be able to stand it if he was, he'd just die if she didn't want him.
Hawkeye let his hands grip the side of the sink as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. He let his body weight rest against the side as he took a couple deep breaths. For some time he stood like that, leaning against the sink, trying not to think about the inevitable. Sometime later, a pair of arms slipped under his and wrapped around his torso. He felt her soft lips press against his back and then once more on his shoulder blade.
"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice full of concern as she leaned against him. She was rubbing her hands over his chest.
"I'm fine." His head was still down. He didn't want her to see the distress across his face.
"Are you sure? You've been standing here for awhile."
"I'll be alright."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Hawkeye lifted his head and turned in her arms, wrapping his tightly around her. "Just let me hold you," he said into her hair. Margaret didn't say anything, she just held tightly to him.
After what felt like an eternity she spoke up. "Who was on the phone?"
Hawkeye had his back against the edge of the sink, his head was resting on top of hers. He was beginning to feel better, holding her always made him feel better. "The hospital, your appointment got changed to eleven instead of ten."
"That's fine, I wanted to take a long shower anyway. I can never get enough of hot water."
"You can say that again." He tightened his arms around her.
She pulled back to see his face, "Are you feeling better?"
"I was feeling a little down, but I'm better now." He let his hand stroke her face.
Margaret smiled, she hated to see him depressed. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"It's not worth talking about, I'm just a little tired that's all."
Margaret pulled him against her again and buried her face against his neck. "All right, but just remember I'll always be here, I love you." She couldn't have possibly seen his face, but he was smiling wildly.
"I know," he said softly as they held each other.
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"Hawkeye!" Margaret was calling to him from the bathroom. She was taking a shower and had forgotten to grab her body wash. "Hawkeye!" She yelled again.
"What is it?" He asked as he walked into the steam filled bathroom.
"I forgot to grab my body wash when I was getting my shampoo, could you look through my bag and find it for me?" She peaked her head around the side of the curtain.
Hawkeye looked at her drenched hair, "Body wash?"
"Yeah, I'd get it but I don't want to get everything wet."
"Margaret I already told you I'd wash your body for you if you wanted me too." He gave her a suggestive leer.
"No, I already told you. If I let you in we'll never make it to my appointment."
"Sure we would, I can wash fast."
"Soap please," she told him pointing towards the bedroom.
"Fine, fine," he grumbled as he walked out. A few moments later, when she was rinsing her hair, she felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist.
"Hawkeye!" She screamed when she realized he had taken off his clothes and gotten in with her.
"I thought you might need a scrubber, I couldn't find one so I volunteered."
"Ah, I told you I wanted to take a shower by my self!" She was trying to fight him, but his roaming hands felt good. She was beginning to give into him. After a few moments between arguing with her self, she finally turned around and pulled him to her, giving him a sultry kiss.
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"Hurry up! It's already five till eleven!" She shouted as they made their way into the waiting room. Margaret was already very tense and completely emotional. When they got out of the shower it was ten thirty. Margaret had screamed at him because she didn't have time to curl her hair or properly do her make up and still make it to her appointment on time. Every single word out her mouth was sarcasm and anger, and it was all being directed at Hawkeye. He realized she was worried and anxious, but she was getting carried away. Every little comment and put down seemed to stab him right in the heart.
Hawkeye took a seat in the lounge as Margaret was eagerly ushered into a back room. He wanted to go with her, but she thought it best that he stay outside. Apparently he'd already done enough.
Woefully he sat back and looked around the small waiting room. There was a lieutenant sitting in the chair to his left reading a paper. He looked frazzled too; he was probably there for the same reason. Hawkeye closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he leaned over and put his face in his hands. He wasn't sure if he could take nine months worth of mood swings.
"Benjamin?" A woman's voice erupted into his silent thoughts. At first he thought it was some girl he had met in Seoul sometime in the past, but when he lifted his face to look at her he gasped.
"Angela!" He yelled in delight and stood up. He kissed her and pulled her into his arms. The woman wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly to her. "I can't believe it's you! What are you doing here?"
She pulled away to look at him, "I'm here with Roger, he's attending a conference in Seoul this afternoon." Roger was Angela's husband. He was a colonel in the Navy and worked on one of the carriers in the Pacific. Every once in awhile he'd send for Angela and they'd spend a week together in Tokyo.
"You're kidding, I can't believe you're here. It's been nearly four years since I've seen you!" He said hugging her once more.
Angela laughed, "What are the chances?"
"Like one in a couple thousand!"
"It's the funniest thing. I was walking down the hallway and I thought I saw you through the window, at first I thought I had lost my mind, but then I looked again. An low and behold, it was you!"
"Gee, the last time we saw each other was at that Fourth of July reunion in New York. God Angela, you haven't changed a bit."
"You're a sweet boy. How are you holding up? You poor thing, caught in the middle of this terrible war. It's a waste of your surgical talents."
Hawkeye sighed, "It's been a long time. I'm tired and I want to go home."
Angela pulled him back into her arms. "I know sweetie, I pray to the Lord that this will all be over soon."
"Me too." The two hugged again and held onto each other. "I feel so wonderful, seeing you has really made my day." Hawkeye smiled warmly at her.
"So tell me about things........," she trailed off. Hawkeye and Angela kept on talking, very much aware they were still in each other's arms. Yet, some how they never did see the woman standing in the far corner watching them.
Margaret had walked out just when they had seen each other. She saw the kiss, the hugging, and heard the laughter. This woman was all over him; she seemed to be smothering him. Although, he didn't look like he was resisting. In fact, he was showing her just as much attention.
Silently she fumed; she didn't want any strange woman touching her man. This got her to thinking though, what if he wasn't serious? What if was just using her? What if he was only interested in the sex and nothing else? Margaret was going to settle this right now. Angrily she walked over to the two.