A/N-Here's chapter 2! Special thanks to my reviewer, Hawkeye's Martini. I hope it's easier to read.Please read and review, everyone! CRgirl

The silence was deafening.

Hawkeye couldn't take it anymore. Two hours of the stony silence that had infiltrated the Swamp was unbearable. Hawkeye sighed and put down his magazine. He looked over at Trapper laying on his cot, his back still facing him. Hawkeye knew that Trapper wasn't sleeping, because he had heard him shift and sigh only ten minutes before. Hawkeye also knew that he shouldn't keep bothering Trapper, but whatever was bothering him had to come out. Working under these insane conditions, living in such close proximity, things didn't stay secret for long. Hawkeye just had to be patient, that's all. Trapper would talk when he was good and ready. Hawkeye poured himself another drink and picked up his magazine.

Trapper shifted again on his cot and shook his head slightly to bring himself back to the present. Trapper knew he had to get himself back to normal, and it had to be sooner than later. As his head cleared, his anger cooled. It wasn't Hawkeye's fault if Trapper found him attractive. Hawkeye had enough problems of his own at times, he didn't need Trapper's problems as well. He needed to tell Hawkeye how he felt about him. Trapper smiled to himself. Knowing that he would talk to Hawkeye soon, and get everything out in the open made him feel better. He decided he'd better get up and try to find something to eat and something to do. Trapper swung his legs off the bed and stood up quickly. He instantly regretted it, as his head and body remembered all the martinis he'd consumed not too long before. Trapper grabbed the center pole of the tent to steady himself, tripping over something unidentifiable in the process. Hawkeye looked up when he heard the commotion, and seen his favorite swamp-rat holding onto the tent to keep upright.

"You okay, Trap?" Hawkeye said, with some concern. "You look a little..well...pale."

"I'm fine, Hawkeye. I think I'm going to head over to the mess tent to rustle up a snack, or at least a cup of coffee." He got his bearings and made his way towards the door.

"You might just want to stick to that snack. The coffee will probably make you feel worse." Hawkeye studied his friend, wondering if this was just the eye of the storm, or if Hurricane Trapper was going to make landfall again.

"You're probably right. Maybe I'll just find myself a snack of gorgeous nurse. That won't kill me." Trapped grinned brightly. "At least not unless Louise finds out. Then I'd better start planning my funeral. You'll deliver the eulogy, right?"

Hawkeye smiled back at Trapper. "You bet. I wouldn't miss a chance to poke fun at you without your knowledge." He relaxed a little. It looked like Trapper was calmed down now. He was even cracking some jokes and going after nurses. Maybe everything would be okay. Hawkeye had just settled down with a somewhat recent medical journal and another martini when Trapper spoke.

"Hey Hawk?"

"Yeah?" Hawkeye didn't look up from his article. "What'cha need, Trap?"

"I-I just wanted to say I'm sorry..for..earlier. I just have some problems to work out, and yes, I know, if I want to talk about it, you're available. I will talk about it, just give me some time, okay?" Trapper said. Hawkeye opened and closed his mouth, having the words he was going to say already spoken. Finally, he managed to speak.

"Okay, Trap. Just let me know when you're ready. Have a good night, buddy."

"Thanks, Hawkeye. See ya later." And with that, Trapper left the Swamp and headed for the mess tent.

Hawkeye eased back into his chair with a smile. Everything was going to be fine.