A/N- Im back! With a promised sequel! It might take a bit of time to get into the main plot because it isn't fully organized in my head yet... then again... many things aren't ;) If you have any suggestions for things to happen you can add me to your msn (TifaRules87hotmail.com) Or AIM (TifaRules88) (Don't ask about the names, long story)

Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts I don't own any of the characters (Except Sara) And my parol officer says I have to stop trying because it just isn't going to happen.... shows what he knows Plots evilly as you all know I do quite well and for those of you just joining us here in readers theater, check out the first "The Truth of Hearts" to understand whats going on.

A young girl, maybe fourteen years old, with long curly brown hair, fell down onto her cot and stared up at the green mesh ceiling, She sighed irritably and wondered why on earth she had decided to stay in what was generally a large hole in the ground filled with mud and slime.

'Attention all personnel,' a voice said over the intercom system, 'There will be a birthday party for Colonel Blake tomorrow night in the mess tent. The Swamp will be supplying drinks-.'

'I knew it!' The girl thought with good humour.

'- and Major Houlihan will be supplying the birthday cake. A reminder, the OR is open 24/7.'

"Hey." A male voice from the doorway of the tent erupted into her thoughts, "You ran out of the OR pretty fast, feeling okay?"

The girl smiled weakly, "Bit ill, just a bit of food poisoning I'm sure."

"You know," the man said, "I keep telling you, keep eating the stuff, eventually you build up an immunity."

"Isn't it possible for the filth to mutate into something beyond our control?"

"What, like The Swamp?"

"Oh that isn't beyond our control," The girl said with a smile, "You just choose to keep it this way."

"True." The man brushed back his black hair, small amounts of grey had become obvious despite his young age, he had clearly seen pain and hardships. "Listen, I have to go back to the OR, you sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine Hawk," The girl said with a weak chuckle, "Go play doctor..."

"Oh I wi-."

"But not with the nurses!" The girl said before giving the man a chance to reply.

"You're no fun, you know that Sara?"

"I know, just you wait, once all the hullabaloo has died down we'll empty a bed pan into Frank's boot,"

"Glad to see you've kept at least a small amount of your plotting." The man, Hawkeye turned on heel and left The Swamp with a broad grin.

Sara smiled to herself and lay back down on her cot, it had been just over a year since she had arrived at the 4077th MASH unit, she fallen into regular routine, this of course involved Practical jokes on the local nauseating prat major Frank Burns, Hawkeye, her adoptive father and his best friend Trapper teaching her to drink ('No more of this non-alcoholic stuff, you'll never grow an immunity to Korea if you don't have a blood alcohol level of at least 0.9') and of course, Sara being a nurse and right hand to both the surgeons.

Her mother and Father were dead, she had been nearly forced to go back to the US where her abusive godparents were trying to swindle the orphan out of her family money. It was by sheer luck and love that she had been sent to the 4077th when a village she had been staying at was attacked. And it was by the same sheer luck that she had been accepted by everyone (That was of course not Counting Frank Burns) and been allowed to stay. Hawkeye had grown fond of her very quickly and decided that he would actually do something right in his life and adopt her. Probably the most difficult decision he would ever make, besides, The nurses liked family men.

Sara's bones ached in an indescribable way, she was certain that she was just coming down his a cold and it would disappear after she was forced a martini at the officers club. The young girl couldn't understand her fathers obsession with the drink but learned swiftly after arriving at the MASH that some of his best moments came from when he was murdering his brain cells.

Of course Trapper, trusty worthy, good friend, great-shoulder-to-lean-on-as-long-as-there-isn't-a-nurse-attached-there-first-Trapper, would never ever let his friend do something stupid... Well, nothing stupid that would cause permanent bodily harm.

And of course Frank Burns, the irritating mong of an officer who was constantly bugging Henry Blake to get rid of the girl, still shared a tent with the girl, her father and his friend, or more, she still shared a tent with him. It was no surprise that Frank was the butt of all the jokes in the camp, his notorious reputation for malpractice exceeded him far beyond anyone else's standards, mostly because when it came to Malpractice the only standard was a bad one.

It was October, the weather was growing colder by the day, October always meant Part One of Flu season and Sara prayed that she wasn't coming down with something, she still had horrible memories of the last time she was sick. Most of them were dreams involving blue goblins dancing in The Swamp and cleaning things up... Very strange, very creepy and very much something she didn't wish to experience again.

It seemed like she had closed her eyes for just a minute when in came Trapper and Hawkeye, desperately trying to blow warm air into their partially numb hands.

"Someone should tell those guys that bullets are dangerous to play with," Trapper stated plainly, "Someone could get hurt."

"I vote we take away their guns and give them sticks and stones." Hawkeye muttered.

"Better yet, words." Trapper finished, He and Hawkeye were of course well known for their antics around the camp. "Think about it, the most we would have to do would be give the guy a thesaurus and tell him to look up something for "stupid-head"."

"Poor Frank," Hawkeye said with sarcasm, "He would go through the thesauruses like crazy."

"We'd have to buy him a little one so he could carry it around in his pocket every where he went."

"Or better yet," Sara said from her cot, "Staple random insults to his forehead."

"No, I don't think Hot lips would like that." Hawkeye said, making reference to Major Margaret 'Hot Lips' Houlihan, an army from the day she was born. "It would interfere with his good looks and charm."

"Or lack there of."

"You know I'm standing right here." They turned to see Frank Burns standing in the doorway of The Swamp, his upper lip thrust inwards and a hurt look on his face. "Why do you guys have to be so mean to me? You're setting such a bad example for her." He thrust a finger in Sara's direction as she put on her most innocent look.

It always amused her that no matter what she said behind Frank's back or to his face, he somehow continued with the idea that she was a very innocent little girl and would be horribly and brutally effected by every word and action of Hawkeye and Trapper.

This of course was a lie.

She wasn't horribly effected, in fact, it was rather fun.

'Attention all personnel,' Another voice over the intercom, 'More incoming wounded, day shift to the OR at once, Dinner today is ravioli in a chunky mushroom sauce....'

Sara muttered "Urgh, I think I just lost my appetite." That was a lie, she didn't have her appetite before the announcement, in fact, she felt like doing very little.

"Alright, back to the breeches once more good friends." Trapper said swiftly, "yes, even you Frank."

"Hey Sara, you don't look good," Hawkeye said as his eyes darkened with fear, "Stay here okay?"

She nodded, "Okay, I'll see you guys later in the mess tent."

Hawkeye hugged her swiftly before following Trapper and Frank out of the tent. But she wouldn't be in the mess tent later, she felt woozy and her stomach churned with emptiness, darkness pooled over her as she fell back into the wool sheet of her cot.

A/N- There you have it, a fairly good beginning if I do say so myself.