Sorry this chapter took so long. I've been rather uninspired lately. I realize it's a bit fluffy but... meh... hope you like it :D

Disclaimer: They STILL aren't mine!?

"BJ." Shake. "BJ." Shake. "Beej… c'mon. Wake up. Please."

At first I thought I was having a dream that there was an earthquake back home in Mill Valley, but then I realized (much to my relief) that Jimmy was kneeling down next to my cot, trying to wake me. As soon as I opened my eyes and Jimmy's met mine with less of a happy feeling than usual, I knew something was terribly wrong.

"Jim, what's wrong?"

"My dad died, BJ. Last night." Jimmy sniffled and I could tell he was trying to hold tears back.

His words hit me oddly. I didn't really know how to comfort him, or if I should. I instantly thought about how everyone tried to comfort me after Hawkeye's death and how I thanked them and said it helped but it really didn't. But then I realized that this was much different. First of all, Jimmy's dad was… well his dad, while Hawkeye was my best friend. And there probably wasn't too much controversy around his death. No, it was nothing like it.

"Oh. What happened?" I said as gently as I could.

"Heart attack." Jimmy paused. "It's my fault Beej. I know it is. It's 'cos I left. If I would have never come here I would have been there and he would have been under so much stress and…"

"Shhh…" I said, putting my hand uneasily on Jimmy's shoulder. "It's not your fault, Jim. You're a doctor; you should know that."

I watched as the younger man took a deep breath and let loose his sorrow. Without hesitating I sat up and put my arms around him, holding him close.

Jimmy then smiled and chuckled through his tears. "But I'm going home, Beej. I'm going home!"

I pulled back and smiled at him. I didn't know what to say. "I'm gonna miss you, kid."

"I'll miss you too, BJ. Thank you for everything."

"So when are you leaving?" I asked, scooting over so that Jimmy could sit next to me on the cot.

"Colonel Potter said I should be leaving today 'round noon. Said I should be home in a week or so." He wiped away some tears.

I tried to think of something that would cheer him up. "So are you going to ask Emma to marry you?"

"Yeah. It would probably be best to wait until after the funeral, but… I don't want there to be any chance of losing her ever again."

I smiled. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Jimmy."

"He was sick to begin with… I mean we all knew it was coming, just not this soon…"

"No. I mean, I'm sorry about your dad and all but… I'm sorry you had to come here. Especially when you did. You came here not knowing what kind of shoes you had to fill and instead of filling those shoes, you created a new pair. But I'm glad you came. I mean I don't think I could have gotten over Hawkeye as well without you…"

"What happened to Hawkeye?" Jimmy asked rather forthrightly.

"Um… it's not important, Jim…"

"Tell me. Please. BJ, what happened to Hawkeye?" Jimmy stared, his expression urging me to tell everything.

I wrestled with my thoughts. I wasn't sure if I should but… it couldn't hurt… he was leaving and…

"Margaret killed him."