(A/N: Since I had nothing better to do on Thanksgiving, I wrote another chapter. Enjoy.)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Scooting away from the other giggling nurses, Lori noticed a familiar face. Hawkeye was staring off into the dance floor, his hand resting beside a full martini glass on the bar.

"Good evening, Captain - er, Hawkeye."

Hawkeye didn't even look up. However, hearing a woman's voice, he said the first thing that came to him, and that usually wasn't smart.

"Sorry lady, I'm taken..." He mumbled, and made a gesture with one hand to wave her off. His blue eyes were fuzzy as he stared, and he never made any motion to glance at her. "I'm... sorry?" But Hawkeye was fixed on the two dancing Majors, leaving a very confused and slightly annoyed Lori Wilber to retreat to her new friends.

"Don't bother with Hawkeye"

All of the nurses rolled their eyes.

"I was only saying hello, after he was kind enough to help me bring my bags in..." Lori mumbled, and the others gave her sympathetic glances. "We don't know what's gotten into him lately." Said Baker with a shrug. "But it's made it a lot easier on us. You married?" "5 years." She said, and smiled. "Congratulations."

Everyone looked up, even Hawkeye, as Igor stood on the bar, unceremoniously tipping a few drinks with his big boots.

"Hey, everybody, listen up! The O-Club is officially closed, due to the weather. Finish your drinks and get the heck out!"

Amidst grumbles and groans he hopped back down. People drifted out into the rain, before running to their tents when they realized how icy it had become, and how hard. Hawkeye noticed several women glaring and rolling their eyes at him, as he ran for the Swamp, and they for their respective living quarters.

"Margaret, darling... if anything happens... promise you'll find me?"

"I will, Frank."

Margaret said nervously, wanting to get back to her own tent. Frank kissed her on the cheek and ran and headed toward the same destination as Hawkeye, while Margaret went the other way.

~*~

All throughout the night thunder boomed and roared, and no one got a wink of sleep. People were finding strange reasons to be up and pacing their tents. There was something of a truce on as far as the war went, because of the dangerous weather.

Suddenly the rumbling thunder gave a deafening crack, which drowned out everything for all of three seconds, and echoed through the camp. Some people yelled and dropped to the floors of their tents, thinking it to be an explosion. That is, until the PA came on again and Radar's voice shouted

"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL! A TORNADO'S TOUCHED DOWN OUTSIDE OF PUSAN! TAKE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY, IT'S COMIN' RIGHT AT US!"

There were small noises of terror coming from all directions, and at that moment, all the men and women of the 4077th dove unceremoniously into their cots, boots and all. Due to lack of discipline in the camp... not one person could remember standard military procedure for a tornado.

Except, of course, Frank.

But he was probably too scared.

Only one person could be seen outside, running through the compound as fast as her legs could carry her. She flew into the Swamp and immediately fell onto Hawkeye's cot, which groaned under the added weight.

Hawkeye jumped as something heavy ended up in bed with him, and muttered irritably "God, if you just answered all my prayers for the last two years and dropped a hot blonde angel into my bed... tonight sure wasn't the best time to do it." And as he felt the figure shivering and shaking beside him, Hawkeye blinked and stared.

It was Margaret!

"Hawk, are you being captured by the Chinese?"

BJ asked irritably from the next cot over. "No..." "Then keep it, and yourself, quiet. There's a tornado coming this way, and I'd like to get some sleep before I end up on the roof of Post Op." "It's Margaret." There was the distinct sound of forehead striking metal, and a rare few cursewords came from BJ's side of the tent. A moment later the light over his bed flicked on, along with Hawkeye's, and they both stared at Margaret. She was soaking wet, and crying, flinching heavily every time thunder clapped and lightning lit up the sky.

"Why aren't you two numbskulls afraid?!" She sobbed. They didn't know that she was afraid of loud noises, nor did they wonder why she was in their tent, crying. Hawkeye and BJ just stared at one another like the half-drunk morons they were at the moment. What had been left in the still that evening was gone. Hawkeye pulled Margaret to him and said "I think we need a drink. But the still's out of commission..." At that moment, Henry burst through the door too. He was slightly worse off than Hawkeye or BJ as far as inebriation, but mostly coherent. That was the way it went around the 4077th. The more frightened you feel, the more you drink.

"There's a tornado coming, and I thought we could all use a nightcap..." He muttered.

Margaret looked up and sniffed, forgetting her fear for the moment. She wanted Hawkeye to comfort her, and he was starting to come out of his slight stupor by the way he was holding her, but it was still slightly irritating. She sighed. "I've got a little... stash... in the supply tent..."

Henry whirled around towards the door, one finger raised in the air, and shouted "To the supply tent!" It was only a matter of seconds before he hit the floor, but BJ managed to catch him in midair. As they ran out, no one noticed Frank's empty cot. Nor did anyone really care...

They rushed across the compound. As they paused, each noticed a black, swirling mass in the distance. Thunder rumbled and crashed deafeningly above them, and Margaret screamed and almost began to cry again. Judging by the tornado's size it was still very far away, but realizing that they were too far from the Swamp, Henry, Margaret, Hawkeye, and BJ all ducked into the tent right in front of them.

Conveniently, it happened to be the supply tent.

"So... where's the booze?"

Henry asked, leaning against one of the shelves and looking like he was about to fall asleep. Or pass out. One of the two. Margaret went to the very back, but not before giving the other three strict orders (Yes, of course even Henry) to stay away from her private 'store'. She came back with half a bottle of scotch, which Henry promptly tried to grab. Smacking his hand away, she opened the bottle and took a pull, passing it to Hawkeye, Hawkeye to BJ, and BJ to Henry who took the last mouthful and drained it to the last drop.

"That's all that was in there?"

"Nnnyup."

"Hold on, I think I might have some in here. Last time, with Donovan... I don't think I ever came and got it..." Hawkeye didn't notice that Margaret was following him until they were out of sight, when she punched him hard on the back.

"Ow! Margaret, what the hell was that for?"

"That was for Donovan!"

"What?"

"For fooling around with Allison Donovan!"

"So what?"

"Well... you... cheated on me!"

"Damn it, Margaret, it was only a kiss!"

That's when it hit both of them. They had been almost rearranging their lives to suit one another as though they were a couple.

But it had only been a kiss.

Hawkeye looked uneasy and said

"Margaret, there's a tornado coming toward our camp. God knows if we'll even live through it. Now would you stop worrying about something as petty as me doing the hundred-yard-dash with a nurse and LET ME FIND THE DAMNED GIN?"

"Gin? You got our hopes up for gin?

BJ called from the front.

"No luck, I couldn't even find it."

The other two came to the back, and that's when Frank Burns and Rowland Demorest made their presence known.

(A/N: I know, that chapter was written very weird...ly. I swear on my right hand (the one I write with) that the next one will be better. Really! It will!)