To keep people happy, Hawkeye and Alex ate breakfast together the next morning. BJ sat opposite, and he noticed the tension between the two. He talked them, hoping no-one else would notice or come up and start asking questions, Hawkeye was still touchy about last night. Three tables over, Jefferson watched the two quietly, pushing her food around with her fork absent mindedly. Klinger sat beside her, and started picking at his food.
'I see Hawkeye and Alex are talking again,' he said to Jefferson. She just nodded in reply. 'I was worried when they weren't talking, Hawkeye was very close to Alex before,' Klinger continued.
'I know,' Jefferson replied. 'Everyone keeps saying so.'
'I keep wondering if Hawkeye'll propose to Alex after the war, you know?' he said, a mouthful of what the cook called eggs. 'A few people think they look good together.'
'Absolutely,' Jefferson replied, not fully listening. Alex had just stood up and was leaving the mess tent. She still limped slightly, so it was easy for Hawkeye and BJ to catch up to her outside. The three went into the Swamp.
'You ok?' Klinger asked Jefferson with a raised eyebrow.
'Fine, just worried about Alex and Hawkeye,' Jefferson said, looking down at her tray. Somehow, she had managed to make a purple coloured mess that spread across all the sections of her tray. She ate a little. Though it tasted slightly funny, it was better than it was as separate foods.
'Here they come again,' Klinger sighed as choppers could be suddenly heard. People everywhere around them dropped their trays of food and ran out to the compound and the chopper pad. Jefferson was running too, and she helped Colonel Potter with a kid missing half his insides.
'This one first,' Potter said to the corpsmen who came to relieve them of the boy who was barely eighteen.
Three hours later, everyone was busy with their patients. Alex was helping Charles as Margaret hung over her shoulder to take over if Alex did the wrong thing because of her eye.
'I wouldn't get your hopes up, Major,' Alex said coolly, handing Charles the instrument he asked for. 'My eye sight is fine and I can handle this by myself.' It was Alex's first time back assisting since she had been reassigned to the 4077th, and was handling herself well for someone half blinded in one eye. Not even a minute after she had said this, Alex swore and dropped a scalpel. Margaret was there in a flash.
'Move away, Lieutenant,' she snapped.
'It was one scalpel. I've seen you drop three in one session,' Alex replied, pushing Margaret out of the way with her hip. She went to pick up a clean one, but that slipped through her fingers as well. Alex was still cursing loudly as Margaret pushed her out of the OR.
'I told you keeping her here wasn't a good idea,' Charles said smugly.
'Whatcha doing?' Klinger asked, fifteen minutes later.
'Writing Dani. Or trying to, anyway. I keep dropping stuff, and my arm hurts like crazy. Margaret kicked me out of the OR after I dropped my second instrument,' Alex replied. Klinger nodded.
'Would you like me to write your letter?' he asked. Alex sighed and handed the paper and pen to him.
'Everyone's writing letters to me sister except me,' she said. 'I had Jefferson write my last letter to Dani.' She glanced over at the paper to see where she was up to.
'Uh, so Margaret kicked me out of OR. Klinger is writing now, because I can't even hold a pen upright. I'll talk to Hawkeye or BJ after, maybe it has something to do with my arm,' Alex said, watching Klinger write all this down in his just legible print.
'How is Dani?' he asked as he finished the sentence he was writing.
'She's doing well. She's not a nurse any more, but a secretary,' Alex replied. 'Ready to go on? Right, you'll be sad to hear, Dani, Radar has gone home. Then again, you'd be pleased that you can go see him without travelling to Korea.' Alex paused to smile. Klinger laughed.
'You have a twisted sense of humour,' he said.
'Klinger is now Company Clerk, and is no longer wearing dresses. She never liked your dresses, Klinger,' Alex said. Klinger just grinned. 'Anyway, Dani, all's well here, and hope that's the same back home. Love, Alex,' Alex finished.
'You write long letters to Dani,' Klinger commented, flipping through the stack of paper he was holding. Alex took them back and looked at the page Klinger had just written.
'I do a bit at a time, and Dani likes it better if I write long ones, since she has to wait so long between letters,' Alex replied.
'I guess you made up with Hawkeye,' Klinger said. Alex looked up sharply.
'Yeah,' she said cautiously. 'So?'
'I'm just saying, it was bad seeing you two fighting. You're the closest thing he has to Trapper now, and it's like seeing Hawkeye fight with him when you two fight,' Klinger explained. Alex snorted.
'Maybe,' she said when she saw the hurt in Klinger's eyes when she had laughed at him. 'But we're ok now.'
'I'm glad to hear it,' he said. Alex sighed, and wondered if it'd ever be fully ok between her and Hawkeye.
Kooshball: Hey, I could write for a soap opera! Watch out "Bold and the Beautiful", here I come!