A/N: See, I said I would post the next chapter soon! It's only been like half an hour!!!!!! The next chapter is already half written, so, if you review, you may get it today!!!

Chapter Five: Feelings Come Out

Hawkeye and Margaret were meeting that night for a "date". Everyone thought of them as a couple, except the couple themselves. Inside, though, each knew that they were very close, and there was something between them.

Hawkeye stepped up to the door of Margaret's apartment. He rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later, she answered.

When he saw her, his eyes opened wide. The dress she was wearing was blue, a shade that exactly matched her eyes. It clung to her curves, and showed off her figure.

"Wow. You look wonderful, Margaret," Hawkeye said sincerely.

She smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself."

He grinned back, and held out his arm.

"Shall we go, milady?"

She took his arm, and they walked towards his car. They drove to nice restaurant, and sat down. After a few moments they ordered, and began to talk.

Hawkeye was being unusually quiet. He seemed distant, like he didn't want to talk to her. Margaret began to wonder as to the reason why. Was something wrong with him? Did he not want to be with her? Finally, she spoke up, and asked him

"Hawkeye, are you feeling okay? Is something wrong?"

He looked at her in surprise.

"No, nothing wrong with me. What makes you ask?"

"You've been so quiet, the entire evening. You seem like you don't want to talk to me, like you don't really want to be here. Why? Did something happen between us?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was acting that way. I didn't mean to." He hesitated before adding, "But yes, I think something did happen to us."

Margaret looked up, alarmed. "What do you mean? What happened?"

Hawkeye sat quietly, trying to decide how to answer. Finally, he spoke.

"Margaret, I'm sure you've noticed that we've been spending a lot of time together."

She nodded, confused. 'Yes, why shouldn't we? We're friends."

He shook his head. "The time we spent together hasn't been as friends. It's been more like a couple."

She gasped. "No, it hasn't. We're..."

She stopped, and said quietly. "Yes, I guess it has, hasn't it?"

He nodded. "Yep. So, are we okay with that? Are we friends, or have me moved into the couple zone?"

"Hawkeye, I don't know. I mean, I care about you."

He smiled, and said softly, "I care about you too. Very much. Are you ready to become a couple?"

She looked into his cerulean eyes, and saw the deep affection in his eyes.

She took a deep breath, and said, "I think so. Are you?"

He hesitated, then said, "I have been. For a long time."

She looked at him, a little surprised.

"Really? How long?"

He hesitated again, staring at the table, then spoke so quietly that she could barely hear him.

"Ever since we left Korea."

Whatever she had expected him to say, this had not been it. As he saw her reaction, his hopes were crushed more than a little.

He looked at her, and she looked back. His eyes were full of emotions: fear, anxiety, and – dare she say it? Love.

"Oh, Hawkeye," she said, speechless.

He saw the look on her face, and spoke quickly, "Look, I shouldn't have said anything. I'll just go, leave you alone."

He stood up, and moving quickly, walked out of the restaurant before she could say anything.

Getting up, she ran out after him. He was leaning against the wall, staring miserably ahead. When she came out, he looked at her, then quickly turned, staring directly ahead.

She walked towards him, and said, "Hawkeye, why are you going? Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"

He looked at her, and the look on his face squeezed her heart.

"Margaret, I think I know how you feel."

"What, then? How do I feel?" Margaret challenged him.

He sighed, and spoke quietly. "Margaret, I know you don't feel the same way about me, as I do about you. I've always known that."

She looked him in the eye, and spoke.

"How could you know that, when it isn't true?"

He looked at her, shock and surprise in his eyes.

She continued. "I felt the same way. I've cared for you ever since Korea, but I didn't think you felt the same way. You were always chasing nurses, or some girl."

He looked her in the eye, and spoke. "I only ran around with other nurses because the one nurse I wanted, I didn't think I could have."

She covered his hand with hers, and smiled. He continued talking.

"I didn't think you would want anything to do with me. I mean, by the end of the war, we were friends, much closer than I would have ever figured we would be. But, I didn't think you would ever feel the same way about me as I did for you."

She took a deep breath, then asked the question that she had wanted to ask him for a long time.

"How do you feel, Hawkeye?"

He took her hand, held it, and said softly, "I love you."

"You do?"

He nodded silently.

Margaret felt herself filled with happiness. She had wanted to hear those words coming from him for so long, but had resigned herself to the fact that it would never happen.

She gazed steadily back at him, and said, "I love you too."

A huge smile slowly spread across his face.

"Really?"

She smiled. "Really."

He leaned in towards her, unable to stop himself from kissing her. Their lips met. She slid her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist, pulling them closer together. When they broke apart, she laid her head on his shoulder, his cheek resting on the top of her head.

Hawkeye said softly, "So, we're a couple now?"

She smiled, and said, "Yeah, I guess so. At least, I hope so."

He smiled at her, and kissed her again.

He said to her, "So, do you want to go back to my place? We can talk more."

She looked at him. And said warningly, "Hawkeye..."

He said quickly, "I'll b good, I promise. I really want to talk. That's all, I swear."

She smiled at him. "That sounds nice. Let's go."

So, they got into Hawkeye's car, and drove in silence to his apartment. When they were inside, they sat talking.

Hours later, Margaret looked at her watch.

"Oh my gosh! It's almost midnight! We both have to work tomorrow!"

He glances at his won watch. "Wow, you're right. I hadn't realized it was that late. Come on, I'll drive you home."

She agreed, and twenty minutes later they were at Margaret's house.

He smiled at her and said, "I'll see you tomorrow, Margaret."

She nodded, and said, "I love you."

He kissed her on the cheek, and said, "I love you too, Margaret."

They hugged, and Margaret turned and went inside. Hawkeye got into his car, and drove home, thinking. He was so happy, he had finally found the love of his life. More than anything, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

When he got home, he immediately went into his bedroom, and rooted through a drawer. Triumphantly, he held what he was looking for. It was a little black box.

A/N: Ooooh, what's he going to do? I'm sure you already guessed. Please, review!! I haven't gotten nearly enough reviews for this story *tear*. Pwetty please *puppy face*, review?????? I hope you like this chapter!