Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own any TV shows. Especially not MASH because it's been off the air since before I was born!
"Hawk, will you open this for me?" Margaret asked, handing him a jar of Spaghetti sauce. After the tour of the house, they'd decided that it would be nice to make supper so it would be ready when Daniel Pierce got home from work. They had settled on spaghetti, and Margaret had taken over, putting Hawkeye in charge of the salad.
"You know," he said as he walked over and took the jar out of her hands, "One of the benefits of being a man is the ability to open your own jars."
"Thanks," Margaret snorted, "But I'm quite attached to BOTH of my x chromasomes."
"Suit yourself." he said as he tightly gripped the jar and lid, trying to twist the top. He glared at the jar when the lid didn't budge, then he gripped it harder and tried again. Still nothing.
"You were saying?" Margaret giggled.
"Oh just...here. Hold the bottom and I'll turn the lid." he said, his cheeks turning slightly red. Margaret did as she was told and held the base of the jar tightly in both hands. Hawkeye grabbed the lid tightly and turned it as hard as he could.
"This is sad." said Margaret, shaking her head. "I think I saw another jar in the cupboard."
"Oh no. It moved that time. Here, one more try." he said, tightly gripping the lid again. He turned it with all his strength, and Margaret turned the base in the other direction. Very slowly they felt it moving, then with a loud POP the lid blew off, hitting the ceiling and spraying spaghetti sauce everywhere. Hawkeye wiped it away from his eyes, took one look at Margaret and started laughing, and she looked back at him and joined him. They both had it in their hair, on their clothes, and on their faces. Hawkeye had a glob of it right in the middle of his face, while Margaret had it all over her face. She wiped most of it away with the back of her hand, but Hawkeye used his thumb to wipe off a stray streak of it. She reached into his hair and pulled out a large chunk of tomato. Margaret looked down at her black dress and shook her head, still laughing. Hawkeye was equally messy, and they agreed that changing would be in their near future. "Well," suggested Hawkeye, "why don't you go shower and change, and I'll clean up this mess, and then I can shower while you finish cooking. What do you think?"
"Sounds like as good a plan as any. Leave it to us to do something like this the very first day we see each other again." she laughed, heading up the stairs. Hawkeye kept laughing as he wet a dish towel and started wiping the spaghetti sauce off every surface in the kitchen.
Half an hour later Hawkeye walked down the stairs to the delicious smell of spaghetti and garlic bread cooking. Margaret stood in front of the stove stirring the spaghetti wearing a loose white blouse and a pair of faded jeans. Hawkeye was also in a pair of loose jeans and a dark blue long sleeve collared shirt undone over a white t-shirt.
"That smells amazing." he said, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Mmm. You smell even better." he whispered, inhaling the smell of her hair, now loose and still slightly damp.
"Thanks." she said, turning around in his arms and looking up at him, thinking that just the short time they'd been in the states had already done wonders for him. He'd gained enough weight that he looked healthy again, and the sparkle in his eyes had gotten brighter. In short, he looked damn good. Just being this close to him reminded her of how much she'd missed him, and it sent chills down her spine. He bent down and gently kissed her, just as the door burst open. Daniel was home. Hawkeye pulled away from Margaret, looked into her eyes almost apologetically, and smiled.
"Hawkeye?" called his Dad, his voice bearing a shocking resemblance to that of his son.
"In here dad." Hawkeye called, already in the process of setting the big oak table in front of the window. Margaret turned back to the spaghetti, tasting a peice to see if it was done. It needed another minute. Daniel Pierce walked through the kitchen door, ducking slightly though he likely could have fit without it. He was shorter than Hawkeye by three or four inches, but his eyes had the same mischievious twinkle in them that Margaret adored and hated at the same time. His hair was cut almost the same as Hawkeye's, although a little shorter, and it was completely grey, complete with a receeding hairline. He was slightly overweight, although it was mostly his start of a beer belly that gave him that appearance. He wore round glasses that were the same colour as his suit, black. The suit in itself was of good quality, but it was obviously old. The house and the succesfull medical practice told Margaret that the age of the suit was more out of choice than of necessity. Daniel stopped a few feet inside the door and stopped, having spotted Margaret before his son.
"Well hello there young lady." he said, his voice kind. "You must be Margaret."
"Nope. Margaret didn't show, but I thought this one was cute so I brought her home instead. What do you think?" Hawkeye joked, walking up beside his father. Margaret moved to Hawkeye's side.
"I think that the war made your eye for women better." Daniel said, reaching his hand out and shaking Margaret's warmly. "I'm sorry about my son, Margaret, but I'm sure you know how he can be."
"Yes sir," she smiled, "It's great to finally meet you."
"You're not in the army anymore, so please, drop the sir. It's Dan." he said.
"Ok Dan." she said, grinning.
"Dad, we made supper." Hawkeye announced getting a look from Margaret. "Of course, by we I mean Margaret made supper, and I made salad."
"Is that what I smell?" Dan asked, sniffing the air. "Smells good. Let's eat."