'Now, calm down, Majors. Explain to me what happened,' Henry said.
'We walked in on Pierce and Dustin, together in the Supply tent,' Margaret said briskly.
'Henry, I was doing a stock take,' Alex said desperately.
'It was Kellye's turn to do a stock take of the supply tent,' Margaret countered.
'We swapped! Henry, I swear, we weren't doing anything!' Alex exploded.
'Henry, you can ask Radar. He came in and we weren't doing anything at all when he came in to give some letters to Alex,' Hawkeye said calmly.
'What were you doing in there while the lieutenant was doing stock take?' Frank asked.
'I needed to talk to her about something,' Hawkeye said, just as coolly as before.
'What sort of something?' Henry asked. Hawkeye glanced at Alex. He didn't want Henry or Margaret to give her a huge speech about her problems with Andy.
'I wasn't eating properly, and Hawkeye wanted to discuss that with me,' Alex said, shooting bitter looks at the Majors.
'Frank, Margaret, were they even touching or hugging when you walked in?' Henry asked.
'Why, I don't think so,' Margaret said, a little put off.
'Anyway, what were you doing, going into the supply tent together?' Hawkeye asked, sitting back in his chair and grinning up at the two. Frank and Margaret were stunned for a second.
'We're allowed to be in there if we want to be!' Frank said.
'And so are they,' Henry said. 'And before you threaten to go to someone else about this, remember, you have no proof, and you two can be accused of doing the same thing.'
'By who?' Frank asked scornfully.
'Uh, me,' Alex offered.
'And the rest of the camp,' Hawkeye muttered. Both Majors stormed out from Henry's office, and the door banged behind them.
'Tell me the truth, were you doing anything?' Henry asked worriedly.
'No,' Alex said firmly.
'Just checking, because I hate it when those two are right after I've told them they're wrong,' Henry said, pouring himself a drink.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex stared at the food on the plate in front of her.
'Do I have to eat it?' she whined.
'We know it's disgusting, but you need to eat,' Trapper said firmly. Alex shot a meaningful glance at Hawkeye and looked at Klinger. Hawkeye understood immediately, and pulled Klinger from the table by his uninjured arm.
'What?' Klinger asked a few metres away from the table.
'Scram, you're making Alex nervous,' Hawkeye told him.
'How so? I've never made her uncomfortable before,' Klinger said stubbornly. Hawkeye sighed.
'She feels sick when she sees you with that busted up shoulder. She feels it's all her fault you were shot,' Hawkeye explained patiently. Klinger's face lit up with understanding.
'Ok, I'll leave. But I'll miss the company at meal times,' he said before leaving the mess tent. Alex picked up a fork and push a little grey slush onto it with her knife. Looking up at Trapper and Hawkeye to see if they'd relent from making her eat it, (No such luck) Alex sighed and stuck it into her mouth. Coughing, she managed to swallow it.
'Can I just take it a couple of mouthfuls a day?' she asked.
'EAT!' Hawkeye and Trapper shouted at her.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
It was a few days later when Klinger walked into the mess tent and found Alex there. He sighed, and went to leave the tent, thinking he'd have to leave so Alex could eat in peace.
'Klinger, come over here,' Alex yelled at him. Klinger looked up, and went over. 'Well, sit down,' Alex told him. Klinger sat.
'What's up?' he asked.
'Hawkeye told you why I couldn't eat, huh?' Alex asked.
'Yeah,' Klinger admitted.
'Well, I think I'm over all that now,' Alex told him. 'I can have lunch, breakfast and dinner with you again.' Klinger grinned.
'Did I tell you about the new dress I got?' he asked excitedly.
'We walked in on Pierce and Dustin, together in the Supply tent,' Margaret said briskly.
'Henry, I was doing a stock take,' Alex said desperately.
'It was Kellye's turn to do a stock take of the supply tent,' Margaret countered.
'We swapped! Henry, I swear, we weren't doing anything!' Alex exploded.
'Henry, you can ask Radar. He came in and we weren't doing anything at all when he came in to give some letters to Alex,' Hawkeye said calmly.
'What were you doing in there while the lieutenant was doing stock take?' Frank asked.
'I needed to talk to her about something,' Hawkeye said, just as coolly as before.
'What sort of something?' Henry asked. Hawkeye glanced at Alex. He didn't want Henry or Margaret to give her a huge speech about her problems with Andy.
'I wasn't eating properly, and Hawkeye wanted to discuss that with me,' Alex said, shooting bitter looks at the Majors.
'Frank, Margaret, were they even touching or hugging when you walked in?' Henry asked.
'Why, I don't think so,' Margaret said, a little put off.
'Anyway, what were you doing, going into the supply tent together?' Hawkeye asked, sitting back in his chair and grinning up at the two. Frank and Margaret were stunned for a second.
'We're allowed to be in there if we want to be!' Frank said.
'And so are they,' Henry said. 'And before you threaten to go to someone else about this, remember, you have no proof, and you two can be accused of doing the same thing.'
'By who?' Frank asked scornfully.
'Uh, me,' Alex offered.
'And the rest of the camp,' Hawkeye muttered. Both Majors stormed out from Henry's office, and the door banged behind them.
'Tell me the truth, were you doing anything?' Henry asked worriedly.
'No,' Alex said firmly.
'Just checking, because I hate it when those two are right after I've told them they're wrong,' Henry said, pouring himself a drink.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Alex stared at the food on the plate in front of her.
'Do I have to eat it?' she whined.
'We know it's disgusting, but you need to eat,' Trapper said firmly. Alex shot a meaningful glance at Hawkeye and looked at Klinger. Hawkeye understood immediately, and pulled Klinger from the table by his uninjured arm.
'What?' Klinger asked a few metres away from the table.
'Scram, you're making Alex nervous,' Hawkeye told him.
'How so? I've never made her uncomfortable before,' Klinger said stubbornly. Hawkeye sighed.
'She feels sick when she sees you with that busted up shoulder. She feels it's all her fault you were shot,' Hawkeye explained patiently. Klinger's face lit up with understanding.
'Ok, I'll leave. But I'll miss the company at meal times,' he said before leaving the mess tent. Alex picked up a fork and push a little grey slush onto it with her knife. Looking up at Trapper and Hawkeye to see if they'd relent from making her eat it, (No such luck) Alex sighed and stuck it into her mouth. Coughing, she managed to swallow it.
'Can I just take it a couple of mouthfuls a day?' she asked.
'EAT!' Hawkeye and Trapper shouted at her.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
It was a few days later when Klinger walked into the mess tent and found Alex there. He sighed, and went to leave the tent, thinking he'd have to leave so Alex could eat in peace.
'Klinger, come over here,' Alex yelled at him. Klinger looked up, and went over. 'Well, sit down,' Alex told him. Klinger sat.
'What's up?' he asked.
'Hawkeye told you why I couldn't eat, huh?' Alex asked.
'Yeah,' Klinger admitted.
'Well, I think I'm over all that now,' Alex told him. 'I can have lunch, breakfast and dinner with you again.' Klinger grinned.
'Did I tell you about the new dress I got?' he asked excitedly.