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A/N: Same as chapter one, hope you're enjoying this
Story Note: The font in italics , like this "…" are Hawkeye's head voice! This could help a lot with the story!
Chapter two
"What are you getting all dressed up for?" BJ asked as he watched Hawkeye slather himself in cologne.
"Got a date to give one of the nurses a physical. She's picking me up any minute" Hawkeye joked.
There was a knock on the Swamp door.
"Uh Hawk?" Came the small, familiar voice that could only belong to one, Radar O'Reilly.
"And there she is now! Come in dear…" BJ laughed as Radar poked his head into the Swamp
"Well don't be shy" Hawkeye continued sarcastically "I've think we've known each other long enough to be past that, haven't we?"
"Uh…yea sure." BJ and Hawkeye both laughed at Radar's confusion
Radar looked around, his look of confusion growing deeper as he continued to talk with Hawkeye. "Well anyway, um… Colonel Potter wants to see you, Hawkeye. Tomorrow. He wants you to come to his office."
"What about?" asked Hawkeye
"Oh, I don't know. He just said there's something he really wants to talk to you about.
"Wetting the bed again, Hawk?" But before Hawkeye could retaliate to BJ a knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" Hawk called out.
"Hawkeye? It's me Elaine"
"I'm not decent, come on in!"
The nurse entered as Hawk put the finishing touches on his outfit. "Well Beej, Radar…" He put his arm through the girls and made his final gestures "I'll be seeing ya, though I'm a bit uncomfortable leaving you two alone together."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to trust us" shrugged BJ
Hawkeye saw Radar give a bit of a disgusted look, then he turned away and strutted confidently out of the room with Elaine.
Several hours and drinks later, Hawkeye was having a great time. Maybe he'd overdone it a bit, though judging from the way Elaine was looking at him when he spoke. Oh well, the way things were going lately, he needed the brake. He was about to order another drink when Frank Burns walked in followed by Margaret.
"Bartender" Frank walked up next to where Hawkeye was sitting. "One Shirley Temple," he started "and a martini for the lady"
"Gee Frank, what's with he heavy drinking tonight?" Hawkeye asked sarcastically.
"Oh bug off Pierce!"
"Come on Frank lets go celebrate SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Major Houlihan grabbed Franks arm.
"Oh, a celebration huh? What are you celebrating, the fact that one of your patients survived today?"
"You know I thought those nasty remarks would stop since your friend Macintyre left, but it seems you've just gotten worse…"
Frank continued to lecture but Hawkeye wasn't listening any more
Captain John Macintyre, it's been so long since you've heard that name. Trapper, your friend. Your best friend. The only real friend you had here, except for Henry. Poor, poor Henry Blake. He was so close to home and then….
BJ wrecked it all…he made Trapper leave, he killed Henry. Frank agrees.
"SHUT-UP!" Ferret face was still talking, and he couldn't handle it anymore. Too long he had to put up with this crap, no more! Hawkeye picked up the thing nearest to him, a stool, and threw it will all the strength he had. People were screaming now, and holding him, but he didn't know exactly what was happening. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, and even though every thing around him was insane and chaotic, Hawkeye felt serene and calm. Suddenly there was a familiar, somewhat comforting face before him.
"Pierce?" Colonel Potter was calling to him. "Tomorrow, tomorrow I'm getting Dr Freedman to talk to him!" he yelled across to someone.
Hawkeye groaned and his eyes began to close. "Sidney?" he asked softly.
Then every thing was black.