Alex was on duty in the Post op room, checking charts and giving aid to those who needed it. As she walked past cot three, the man in it reached out and grabbed Alex's behind. She turned and stared coldly at him.

'I'll do more damage to you than the enemy ever could if you ever touch me again, Private,' she said, her voice pure ice. The man sniggered, and reached his hand out again. Furious, Alex slapped him open handedly across the face.

'You little bitch,' the man said, holding a hand up to his slapped cheek.

'If I see you or hear of you touching another nurse, you'll regret it,' Alex told him, storming away. The Private sat on his bunk quietly until another nurse walked past.

'Hey hot stuff,' he said. 'Wanna see my scars?'

'What's that guy's name in bed three?' Alex asked during OR after the newest batch of wounded had come in.

'I dunno. Smith, Smiley, Simons, something starting with 'S',' BJ said. Alex was watching over Jefferson's technique that day, but was talking to BJ between instructing her.

'He harassed me today. If he keeps it up, I'm going to do something I might regret later,' Alex said.

'What were you thinking of? Amputating his hands or something? Silk,' BJ said.

'I was thinking lower down,' Alex replied darkly. 'Something to take away his interest in women forever.' Jefferson saw BJ cringe a little.

'Ouch,' he said. 'That's cold.'

'I will do it, with or without your help,' Alex said loudly.

'Do what?' Hawkeye asked interestedly from a few tables over.

'The Private in bed three has been giving Alex a hard time. She wants to neuter him,' BJ replied.

'She's not the only one to get smut from him. He tried to feel me up when I was changing his bedpan yesterday,' Kellye said from Hawkeye's table.

'Colonel, could you do something about it?' Jefferson spoke up.

'I could talk to him,' Potter replied. 'Don't know if there's a heck of a lot I can do about it.'

'Margaret, you're in charge of the nurses, why don't you stand up for us,' Alex said.

'What?' Margaret looked up sharply.

'Unless you want us to take matters into our own hands,' Alex suggested.

'Just stay away from the Private. If you don't go near him, he can't do anything to you,' Margaret sighed.

'Did you hear that girls? The Major is excusing us all from Post op duty!' Alex yelled out, getting cheers from the other nurses.

'That's not what I said,' Margaret fumed.

'I don't know how we're meant to work around him, Margaret,' Alex said loudly. 'It's hard to do anything with him in there yelling obscene comments to us.'

'Fine, I'll do something about it,' Margaret snapped. There was complete silence for a few moments.

'Thank you, Major,' Alex said, sounding satisfied.

Alex went with Margaret to talk to the Private in bed three.

'Hey cutie pie,' he said when he saw Margaret, and he gave her a wink.

'Give it a rest, Stewarts,' Alex snapped. The Private's eyes narrowed when he saw Alex, but he chose to ignore her.

'Want to find a nice dark room and do it?' he said to Margaret.

'Soldier, I am Major Houlihan, and if you do not stop harassing my nurses, I will have you court marshaled,' Margaret said stiffly.

'Whatever. I'd love to be kicked outta the army. Means I can go home and enjoy all the fine women in the States without their husbands,' Stewarts said, grinning slyly at the two nurses.

'I hope you get blown up from the waist down,' Alex said, turning and leaving huffily. Stewarts smiled sickeningly at Margaret.

'So how bout it?' he asked. 'Your tent at ten?' Margaret threw him a dirty look before storming towards the Colonel's office.

'He's impossible,' Alex said to Jefferson. 'Absolutely impossible. He had the nerve to suggest going back home and having affairs with women who's husbands are over here.'

'Margaret said the army is doing its best to do something about him, but it could be weeks, even months, before something happens,' Kellye added from across the table.

'Maybe we should take it into our own hands,' Jefferson said. 'Teach him a lesson.'

'I'd shoot him, but I can't hold a gun straight, let alone use one,' Alex replied. 'How about you guys?' Kellye and Jefferson both shook their heads.

'Alex, you've got a quick tongue. Maybe you could say something that would keep him from harassing us,' Jefferson suggested.

'Yeah, but what?' Alex asked. She glanced at her watch and groaned. 'I'm on duty, and I'm fifteen minutes late. Nurse Abigail will hate me for weeks.'

'Good luck with Stewarts,' Kellye said. Alex waved at her two friends miserably.

'If people start running towards Post op, it's probably because I've hit him,' Alex replied before walking away.

'About time you got here,' Nurse Abigail snapped when Alex arrived at Post op.

'Sorry, I lost track of time,' Alex apologised. 'Stewarts been giving you a hard time?'

'If I hear one more lewd comment from him, I'll scream,' Nurse Abigail said. 'There's nothing important here, just keep an eye on everyone, and get the doctor if something happens.'

'Yeah, I know the drill,' Alex muttered as Abigail walked from the room. She took a quick look around the room, and sighed. She hated these night shifts in the Post op, when the patients were asleep.

'Hello, Lieutenant,' a familiar voice called out to Alex from bed three. Alex suddenly felt sickened. She hated them even more when Stewarts was the only one awake.

'Shut it, Stewarts,' Alex replied, refusing to show how much she hated him.

'I want to go to the latrine,' Stewarts said.

'You've got a bedpan,' Alex said, eyes narrowing.

'That's demeaning,' Stewarts complained. 'I want to go to the latrines. The officer's latrines.'

'You're not an officer,' Alex said, half thankful for the rules she had hated most of her military career.

'No one will know,' Stewarts said.

'I'll take you, if you don't say another thing while you're at the 4077th,' Alex said.

'Deal,' Stewarts said. Alex went over to the Private, and helped him out of bed. She felt his hand run over her breast, but ignored the temptation to knee him in the groin. She allowed him to lean on her heavily, and helped him limp gradually out the Post op.

'Here, go to the latrine and shut up,' Alex said, pushing Stewarts away form her when they reached the small wooden building.

'Want to give me a hand in there?' Stewarts asked. Alex recoiled in disgust. 'You can't change how I am, Lieutenant,' he told her. 'I'll be like this for the rest of my life.'

'I am going to get Colonel Potter to push court marshal charges,' Alex said, backing away a little.

'Great, so I get to go home,' Stewarts said, a sick grin on his face. 'I hear you have a young, impressionable sister back home.'

'Don't even think about going near my sister,' Alex said shrilly. Hawkeye stepped out of the latrine doorway.

'Take it back,' he said.

'Make me,' Stewarts said, grinning at the surgeon. Hawkeye pulled his arm back and punched the Private, and the two landed heavily in the mud, wrestling.

'Hawkeye! Stop it, stop it!' Alex yelled, trying to pull Hawkeye away from the other man. She kicked him in the back of the leg, making him roll off of Stewarts.

'Don't tell me you're sticking up for this poor excuse of a man, even after he insulted you?' Hawkeye asked, motioning towards Stewarts on the ground, the Private's cheek already puffed up.

'Hell, Hawkeye,' Alex said, scowling at him. 'I'm not sticking up for anyone. But sometimes, you can be the biggest… the biggest jerk.' She turned away from him. 'You do what you think what's right, but sometimes, you are so self centered.'

'I thought you needed help,' Hawkeye said angrily, standing up.

'I said I wanted help in teaching him a lesson, not beating him to a pulp,' Alex replied. She looked down at the man, hating him and maybe hating Hawkeye at the same time. She turned on her heel, and walked away from Hawkeye and the man on the ground.

'You're not so perfect yourself!' Hawkeye yelled after her. He sighed, then bent down and hauled Stewarts onto his feet. 'I better take you to Post op,' he said bitterly.