Disclaimer: I don't own this because if I did MASH never would have ended,
I'm not getting paid because if I was I would have money, and I'm actually
flat broke, and I promise to put the characters back after I'm done playing
with them.
Chapter Three: Thunder, Lightning, and Sunshine
Hawkeye peered out of the Mess tent. It was pouring rain outside, and you could hear the thunder and see the lighting in the night sky. He ducked his head back inside, and sat back down.
"Some storm," he said. "I haven't seen one this bad since last year."
BJ nodded in agreement. "I know. I'll be surprise if the camp hasn't flooded by the end of the week."
Hawkeye chuckled. "Hey, if it floods maybe we'll all be swept back home by the waves!"
Charles said, "If only, Pierce."
Colonel Potter said, "It's bound to stop soon. It's been raining for five blessed days!"
'I hate storms. Especially thunderstorms. They're so loud." Margaret said in a quiet voice.
The group stayed and chatted for a few more minutes. The storm seemed to get increasingly louder and fiercer. After a few minutes, Margaret stood up.
"Well, I'm getting tired. I'm going back to my tent." She spoke calmly, but Hawkeye detected a hint or fear in her voice. He realized that she was probably scared because of loud noises. She left the Mess tent, all but running to the safety of her tent.
"I'm tired too. I'm going to head on back to the Swamp and try to sleep. See yah later."
Hawkeye stood up and left, but instead of heading towards the Swamp, he headed towards Margaret's tent.
He hesitated, then knocked firmly on the door.
"Leave me alone, please," came a trembling voice from inside.
"Uh uh, didn't work for me, and it won't work for you." And with that he opened the door and ducked inside. Margaret was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a blanket, with her knees hugged to her chest. A crash of thunder sounded, and she cringed. He immediately went over and sat next to her.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the Swamp, or in the Mess tent with the others?"
"Well, I was on my way to the Swamp, but I got washed over here by the rain," he said, trying to get a smile out of her. It didn't work. So, he decided to try and be serious.
"The truth is, I know you hate storms like this, so I decided to drop in and see if you were all right.
Another crash of thunder sounded, and she unconsciously moved towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. She moved closer to him. He started to rock her, and began to sing.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed, and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning."
He looked at her, hoping it had cheered her up.
"My mom used to sing that to me, whenever there was a thunderstorm. I'd always hide under the sheets. She'd come in, and start singing this to me. It was the only way to get me to come out."
She smiled. "Well, it worked on me." Just then another crash came. She cringed, and he hugged her tighter, whispering soothing words to her while he ribbed her back. Slowly she began to relax.
"Thank you, Hawkeye. I was so scared, I hate thunder. It's so loud."
"No problem. Just returning the favor."
She smiled up at him, and laid her head on his chest, grateful for the feeling of security and warmth.
Hawkeye sat, hold he him, thinking. Suddenly, he spoke.
"Margaret?"
She looked up at him. "Yeah, Hawkeye?"
He leaned in towards her. He waited to see if she would pull away. She didn't. He pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. After a moment he pulled back, and hesitantly at her.
She smiled back, and kissed him. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards her. After a minute they broke apart, slightly breathless.
"Margaret?"
"Yeah, Hawkeye?"
"I, uh. That is, um. You see, I...," He stopped, for the first time flustered around a women.
She gave him and exasperated glance. "Spit it out already, Pierce!'
"I love you."
She stared at him, completely shocked. "You what?"
He looked deep into her blue eyes. "Major Margaret Houlihan, I'm in love with you."
She was shocked. Whatever she had expected him to say, this was certainly not one of them. She thought desperately for an answer, then settled on the only one she could think of.
"Benjamin Franklin Pierce, I'm I love with you too."
Now it was his turn to be shocked. "You do? Really?"
She nodded.
Hawkeye spoke slowly, "Wow. I mean, um. Margaret, I, uh," She stopped his stuttering with a kiss. When they pulled apart, she looked into his cerulean blue eyes.
"I love you."
He smiled at her. "I love you too, Margaret."
They sat, in each other's arms, while the storm died down. That morning, the sun broke through the clouds, shining its light for the first time in days. There was sunshine in the camp, and sunshine in both their lives.
Chapter Three: Thunder, Lightning, and Sunshine
Hawkeye peered out of the Mess tent. It was pouring rain outside, and you could hear the thunder and see the lighting in the night sky. He ducked his head back inside, and sat back down.
"Some storm," he said. "I haven't seen one this bad since last year."
BJ nodded in agreement. "I know. I'll be surprise if the camp hasn't flooded by the end of the week."
Hawkeye chuckled. "Hey, if it floods maybe we'll all be swept back home by the waves!"
Charles said, "If only, Pierce."
Colonel Potter said, "It's bound to stop soon. It's been raining for five blessed days!"
'I hate storms. Especially thunderstorms. They're so loud." Margaret said in a quiet voice.
The group stayed and chatted for a few more minutes. The storm seemed to get increasingly louder and fiercer. After a few minutes, Margaret stood up.
"Well, I'm getting tired. I'm going back to my tent." She spoke calmly, but Hawkeye detected a hint or fear in her voice. He realized that she was probably scared because of loud noises. She left the Mess tent, all but running to the safety of her tent.
"I'm tired too. I'm going to head on back to the Swamp and try to sleep. See yah later."
Hawkeye stood up and left, but instead of heading towards the Swamp, he headed towards Margaret's tent.
He hesitated, then knocked firmly on the door.
"Leave me alone, please," came a trembling voice from inside.
"Uh uh, didn't work for me, and it won't work for you." And with that he opened the door and ducked inside. Margaret was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a blanket, with her knees hugged to her chest. A crash of thunder sounded, and she cringed. He immediately went over and sat next to her.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the Swamp, or in the Mess tent with the others?"
"Well, I was on my way to the Swamp, but I got washed over here by the rain," he said, trying to get a smile out of her. It didn't work. So, he decided to try and be serious.
"The truth is, I know you hate storms like this, so I decided to drop in and see if you were all right.
Another crash of thunder sounded, and she unconsciously moved towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. She moved closer to him. He started to rock her, and began to sing.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed, and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning."
He looked at her, hoping it had cheered her up.
"My mom used to sing that to me, whenever there was a thunderstorm. I'd always hide under the sheets. She'd come in, and start singing this to me. It was the only way to get me to come out."
She smiled. "Well, it worked on me." Just then another crash came. She cringed, and he hugged her tighter, whispering soothing words to her while he ribbed her back. Slowly she began to relax.
"Thank you, Hawkeye. I was so scared, I hate thunder. It's so loud."
"No problem. Just returning the favor."
She smiled up at him, and laid her head on his chest, grateful for the feeling of security and warmth.
Hawkeye sat, hold he him, thinking. Suddenly, he spoke.
"Margaret?"
She looked up at him. "Yeah, Hawkeye?"
He leaned in towards her. He waited to see if she would pull away. She didn't. He pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. After a moment he pulled back, and hesitantly at her.
She smiled back, and kissed him. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards her. After a minute they broke apart, slightly breathless.
"Margaret?"
"Yeah, Hawkeye?"
"I, uh. That is, um. You see, I...," He stopped, for the first time flustered around a women.
She gave him and exasperated glance. "Spit it out already, Pierce!'
"I love you."
She stared at him, completely shocked. "You what?"
He looked deep into her blue eyes. "Major Margaret Houlihan, I'm in love with you."
She was shocked. Whatever she had expected him to say, this was certainly not one of them. She thought desperately for an answer, then settled on the only one she could think of.
"Benjamin Franklin Pierce, I'm I love with you too."
Now it was his turn to be shocked. "You do? Really?"
She nodded.
Hawkeye spoke slowly, "Wow. I mean, um. Margaret, I, uh," She stopped his stuttering with a kiss. When they pulled apart, she looked into his cerulean blue eyes.
"I love you."
He smiled at her. "I love you too, Margaret."
They sat, in each other's arms, while the storm died down. That morning, the sun broke through the clouds, shining its light for the first time in days. There was sunshine in the camp, and sunshine in both their lives.
