A/N- I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. It really means a lot to me. About people being out of character, the only one who worries me about that problem is Charles. The thing is my M*A*S*H DVD collection stops at Season 4, before Charles comes. I have a pretty good idea on his character by remembering certain episodes.

A/N2- Also Trivette Lover Heather, not trying to be rude, but there were female surgeons in the Korean War (heck, if we could become knights in the Middle Ages, what's to stop us from becoming surgeons). I would also like to point out that in season 7 of M*A*S*H, there's an episode called "Inga" where a Swedish, female surgeon comes to watch combat surgery, then she hurts Hawkeye's ego when she's able to show him up in surgery. Remember, not trying to be rude, I just like to point out things. I also don't really care if people argue with me saying that there weren't female surgeons.

Disclaimer: The only things I own are Hannah, Hannah's outfit (group in that term), and other characters you don't recognize.

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Chapter 2- Should I be Scared?

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**Flashback**

Hannah slammed open the kitchen door to her uncle and aunt's home, and practically dragged herself inside. She trudged over to the nearest kitchen chair, and flopped down.

The kitchen was clean, as it normally was. The white counter surfaces were shining from the sunlight. Pots and pans were put in their respectable drawer. Looking on the table, also clean, Hannah spotted a note from her Aunt Lorraine. Reaching over, she picked it up, and read her aunt's neat handwriting. It read: "Hannah, went to my sister's with the kids. Dinner's in the fridge. See you in a few days. Love, Auntie Lorraine."

Hannah chuckled at her aunt's attempts to make her feel comfortable. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable at her family's house, it was more that she was uncomfortable at the clinic she worked at.

"Oh well." She thought, "It could be worse."

It was true; at least the clinic she worked at wasn't like the University. There, there were twenty girls in her class, but after a few weeks of difficult training, and boys' hazing, and discrimination, the number dwindled down to four. She and the three other girls worked there best, and studied like mad, but in the end, she was the only who passed. The other girl's congratulated Hannah, saying that she was the best of them. The other's had become nurses.

At the clinic, she worked under a kind, old man, Dr. Lewis. Dr. Lewis was tall, had silver hair, and behind his glasses were merry green eyes. He was happy to see new and female blood there, working along side of men. He once told her, and the other doctors, "I'm glad that Miss Blake got so far. Patients that she's worked on said that they were calm just by her personality."

There were a few male nurses at the clinic, and they were all pleasant around her, making her feel comfortable. She felt though that some good things to an end, she just didn't know when, or how quickly it would happen to her.

Just then the phone rang. Hannah quickly got out of the chair, and slid over to the phone. She picked it up, and answered, "Hello?"

"Phone call from North Korea."

"I'll accept the charges."

There was a long pause, and then Hannah heard a voice that she had been hoping to hear for quite awhile.

"Hello? Hello?!," a male voice asked.

"Uncle Henry?" Hannah asked, choking on tears of happiness.

"Hannah?"

"Mm hmm."

"Is Lorraine home?"

"No, she's at her sister's."

"Oh," the voice sounded a little disappointed. It perked up again as he said, "Well, listen, I just got word. I'm getting sent stateside! I'm coming home!"

Hannah almost dropped the phone in surprise, but her fingers were so tight around the phone that she couldn't put it down. She also had to suppress her urge to squeal out loud. The only phrase that came out of her mouth was, "Really?"

"Yep. Listen, I have some more things to do, but I'll call you when I get here. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Well, bye."

"Bye, Uncle Henry."

After she hung up the phone, Hannah went over to the fridge to check at what was edible. It wasn't that her aunt was a bad cook, quite the contrary, Hannah was afraid that she had to cook. She was afraid to go near the oven after the chocolate-chip cookie incident.

Hannah almost jumped for joy. Inside, the lifesaver was some bread, and jam, perfect ingredients for a sandwich. Next she almost tore the kitchen apart, until she found the peanut butter, then she quite happily made herself a few sandwiches.

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A few days later, Hannah entered the house like she did previously. She sat down and reflected what had happened at the clinic earlier.

**A Flashback within a Flashback (anything's possible people)**

A little boy needed stitches after falling out of the tree in his backyard. She had to put up with his hysterical mother, and the boy was squirming, shouting, and shrieking at the top of his lungs. He was crying, "I'M DYING! I'M DYING! SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"

By that time, Dr. Lewis had come in, and seeing Hannah's distressed eyes (she wasn't known to wear her feelings on her sleeves), he calmly said, "Now what's all this about? Who told you a surgeon's going to kill you?"

Sniffing, the little boy said, "Daddy said that women shouldn't be doctors. They should stay at home and take care of their families."

Hannah was trying very hard to not hunt down the father, and kill him. Dr. Lewis, sensing this, told Hannah, "Dr. Blake, could you please go to room 220, and check up on the patient. Make sure he still has his IV in."

Hannah left the room in a huff. She had achieved quite a temper to make her father happy. She went to room 220, but it wasn't a patient's room, it was the surgeon's lounge. She slammed the door open, causing Dr. Kennith Warren to look up from his paper.

Kennith wasn't much taller Hannah. He had long, brown hair that was tied back, brown eyes, and he liked a good laugh. He also approved of the supposed "new-fangled ideas" like women working in "men's jobs" so he was all for Hannah when she started working there.

"So," he commented, trying to hide his smiling face, "Are you going to let that little boy die?"

"I take it you heard it?" she asked, trying very hard to go off on him.

"This clinic's very small, so yeah, I did hear something along the lines of 'She's going to kill me'."

"Luckily, so did Johnathan," she confessed, referring to Dr. Lewis by his first name, "He took over for me."

Hannah sighed, "I don't think that I'd be able to put up with the mother wailing, 'MY BABY! DON'T HURT MY BABY'."

Dr. Lewis' voice came from the doorway, "Luckily, it wasn't that bad of an injury."

He walked over to Hannah where she was getting coffee. He sighed, and said, "I'm sorry Hannah, but you know how people are nowadays. They're trying to make a living, just like us, and they're worried about their loved ones in Korea, just like us."

Suddenly, one of the various female nurses came in and said, "We have a patient here who was in an accident. He lost a lot of blood, and is unconscious."

"I'll do it," Hannah said, walking out the door.

**End Flashback within a Flashback**

Hannah realized that it was very dark in the kitchen. She thought her aunt would be home by now. She thought, 'Oh well, we haven't run out of peanut butter, jelly, and bread yet, so I'll survive.'

Suddenly, a knock came from the front door. Hannah stood up to see who it was. She was surprised to see a soldier, dressed in his formal attire, and with a folded flag. She opened the door, and asked, "Yes?"

"Is this the Blake residence?" the soldier asked, trying to keep his composure.

He was about six-foot even, gangly build, a pale face, and gray eyes. She couldn't tell his hair color, because it was all tucked underneath his hat.

"Yes. This is it. Would you like to come in?"

"No thank you ma'am. I'm Lt. Colonel Fowler. I'm sorry ma'am, but Lt. Colonel Henry Blake's plane that he was riding over the Sea of Japan was shot down. There were no survivors." he presented her with the flag, and said, "The army grieves for you and your family." then he turned, and left.

After Hannah closed the door, she went back into the kitchen, then finally broke down.

"Uncle Henry," she sobbed, "You can't be dead. You were coming home. You said you were going to help me, but how can you when you're gone for good?"

"Hannah," Lorraine's voice called as she opened the front door, "Are you alright dear?"

"Auntie," she sobbed, "Uncle Henry's dead. He was coming home, but then his plane was shot down."

Lorraine hid her tears as she told her children to go upstairs. She sat down next to Hannah, then they both started to cry.

Another knock came from the front door. This time, the two of them went to answer it. Standing there was Fowler, a letter in his hand. He looked at the two women, and said, "I know that this is so sudden, but Miss Hannah Blake has been drafted as a surgeon. You will be leaving at 1700 hours tomorrow. The clinic you've been working at has been notified, and they have let you take tomorrow off so you can spend your day here packing and saying your goodbye. Good day to you." then he left again.

They closed the door, and looked at each other. Lorraine broke down crying again, blubbering, "I can't lose the two of you."

"It's alright Auntie, I'll make sure I won't die."

"What'll I do?"

"You're going to be strong for your children. Remember, they need you."

**End Flashback**

"Hannah?" Hawkeye asked, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes, "Are you still here?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, what were you asking me?"

"I was asking you – "

"– Here we are madam," Klinger broke through, with the tray that Hawkeye asked him to get, "The finest slop this side of the war."

Hannah couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you Klinger," she told him, "I like you're outfit by the way."

"Why, thank you ma'am, and if you need anything, I'll do it if you're willing to say I'm Section 8 material."

"Sorry Klinger, but I'm not a surgeon here. If you're willing to go up to the front, I'll see what I can do." she winked at him.

Klinger was frightened by the words "The front," so he said, "I may be psycho, but I'm not crazy." and left.

Hawkeye laughed, and said, "Well that's one way to stop him from asking you for a Section 8."

"He'll be back in a few hours when he realizes that I don't have to be part of this outfit to sign the Section 8 papers."

"Well, I –"

"PIERCE!" a man's voice broke through. They turned to see a tall surgeon walking towards them. He had blue eyes, had brown hair, yet was balding at the top, a slight stomach showing, and didn't look too pleased.

"Why Charles," Hawkeye responded with his fake Bostontonian accent, "What brings you here?"

"YOU KNOW QUITE WELL WHY I'M HERE!" he bellowed, "YOU STOLE MY SCOCTH YOU BARBARIAN!"

"Haven't you heard the saying Charles? 'What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine'."

"I'm also here to relieve you," he said, still breathing heavily.

Hannah snickered, her sick sense of humor coming into play, but then she broke out in a coughing spasm. She grabbed the glass of water on her tray, and drank half of it, while waving off a worried Hawkeye. After she stopped, she commented, "Hawkeye, you look tired. You should lie down for awhile. You can come back tomorrow, and ask me those questions."

"The best advice anyone has given him all day," Charles commented, pulling Hawkeye towards the door.

"Don't worry Hawkeye," Hannah said, "I'll be fine."

While the major and captain were outside, Pierce said, "You'll let me know if something's wrong, right?"

"Pierce, I am a highly capable physician, and I assure you that if anything happens, I will let you know."

"Alright," Hawkeye said, "But I'll be coming in to check on her when it's B.J.'s shift."

"Fine, but if you harm my patient in any way, vengeance will be mine."

"Fine," Hawkeye huffed, then staggered to the Swamp, just realizing how tired he was.

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"So," Hannah said, "You're the famous Charles Winchester. I've heard a lot about you."

Getting a closer look, Charles said, "I remember you. You're that young surgeon who caused the big commotion at Tokyo General Hospital (note: I don't know if Charles was at Tokyo or Seoul General Hospital, if anyone knows, please tell me)."

With a mischievous grin, Hannah replied, "That's right." she stretched her arms up, "So Major, are you going to give my a check-up on how I'm doing?"

"On you're previous reports, it says that you've suffered from malnutrition various times. Is that true Lieutenant?" he looked at her, and saw that her eyes were closed. He rushed over, and checked for a pulse. It was still there, she was just sleeping.

"Hey doc," a soldier in the bed on the other side of Hannah, "Don't blame Blake, she lives off fatigue. Sometimes she'll go for days without sleep or/and food until she collapses."

"But she hasn't been herself lately," a boy across from Hannah spoke up, "After what happened to her with Major Goul."

"What happened with her and Major Goul?" Charles turned to the boy.

"I shouldn't have told you that."

"Private, what happened to this lieutenant with a major?"

The boy couldn't help it, so he told what he heard about their lieutenant.

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Triforce Knight: Whew, this was harder to write than I thought. I ended up getting writer's block at the almost very beginning, but I know what I'm going to do. Also, I was inspired to write about Trivette Lover Heather comment about the female surgeons. So I guess that this chapter is dedicated to Trivette Lover Heather.

I have a question: How many of you look at reviews before you read a story?