A/N-Okay, I'm back. Sorry this chapter is short, but it's transitional. I promise to make the next chapter better and longer. Now slightly updated with the formatting. Much, much love to all my reviewers and all on the BCA message boards. Thanks for all your support! Please R and R!

"Margaret?" She woke with a start, not knowing at first where she was. As she stared at the olive green ceiling, she was comforted to know that she was safe in her tent, and not back in that hut, like in her dream.

"Margaret?" The voice said again, and the knocking on her door was harder. For a split second, Margaret froze, thinking it was him, as it was in her dream. She didn't want him in her tent. It was bad enough seeing Hawkeye in public, and having to hide her confused feelings, she sure didn't want to have to talk to him in private. Then her head cleared from sleep, and she realized it was BJ.

"Come in.." The door opened and the tall doctor entered. Margaret relaxed a little when she saw the kind face of BJ smiling at her. Now why couldn't she find a man like BJ? He wasn't like Hawkeye, that's for sure. Margaret shook her head. She had to stop thinking about him so much. It was taking over all her thoughts. Maybe she'd try to talk to him soon. She had to do something.

BJ, of course, knew none of this. He just came in to make sure the Major was awake for her shift. "Sorry to interrupt you, Margaret, but I just wanted to tell you that your shift starts in an hour, and if you wanted to get something to eat you'd better get to it. Then again, maybe you might want to avoid the mess tent. Igor creamed something, and I don't think he even knows what it is." BJ smiled, which changed to concern when the Major didn't smile back. "You alright, Margaret? Anything you want to talk about?" Margaret snapped to the present, and answered BJ.

"No, BJ, I'm-well-maybe we can talk later, okay?" She knew she could trust BJ, even about Hawkeye. She felt better already. BJ smiled warmly.

"Okay, Margaret. You know where to find me. Take care." He left, closing the door behind him.

Margaret laid back down on the bed. She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her head. She had to pull herself together. She couldn't go around with her head in the clouds. Remember, she was Major Houlihan, tough as nails. She could adapt to anything. Despite what she may or may not feel for Benjamin Franklin Pierce, right now she couldn't do anything about it. So quit obsessing about him, she ordered herself. Then Margaret made another decision. She was going to talk to Hawkeye tomorrow afternoon.

Margaret got up, left her tent and headed for post-op. Work would be a good distraction to her thoughts. When she got to post-op, she ran into Colonel Potter.

"Ah, Major, Pierce told me that you were back from your R and R. Got the papers on my desk when Sophie and I got back from the orphanage. I take it you had a good time?" The way Margaret busied herself with her clipboard made the Colonel amend his question. "Or, did you not have a good time?" Margaret sighed. She knew that she couldn't hide her feelings for long around here, so she might as well start opening up. She couldn't lie to Colonel Potter, anyway.

"No, Colonel, I did not have a good time. However, I'm not ready to talk about it yet." Potter opened his mouth to say something, but Margaret cut him off. "I know, I know, Colonel. If I need to talk, your door is always open. I appreciate it. You'll be happy to know that you join a list of people who are willing to hear me out, with the other people on the list being Hunnicutt and Pierce."

Margaret didn't see Colonel Potter raise his eyebrows at hearing Hawkeye's name on the Major's short list of confidantes. He figured something happened with those two when they got lost going to the 8063rd, but he knew it was really none of his business. After they got back, there was always an undercurrent of tension between them. Yep, with all their spats and tiffs, Hawkeye used to be the last person Margaret would confide in. But now, since the chief surgeon and the head nurse "sustained" each other, something had changed. He couldn't put his finger on it, however. Just then an announcement broke through his thoughts.

"ATTENTION, ALL PERSONNEL! INCOMING WOUNDED! ALL STAFF TO O.R. AND TRIAGE ON THE DOUBLE!"