A/N: Thank you to my loyal reviewers! I never thought I'd get past chapter 5 on this, but...here I am! Okay, Miss Author, get to the story or this chapter will never get published.

By the way, I suppose I should do this, even though I wasn't around when MASH was on:

Disclaimer: I don't own MASH, the charecters, or anything of it.

Claimer: I DO own Jaclyn, her parents, Clark, and any other charecters I might throw in. The storyline is mine also. (Well, I THINK it's mine. I hope so.)

"Captain Waters, there was an awful lumpy letter that you sent out yesterday," Klinger said to me at breakfast.

I gave an inward groan. "Klinger, why do you read my mail?"

"I don't read," he said. "I scan for interesting items."

"Well don't scan anymore of it."

"Sent any intersting mail?" B.J. asked me as he sat down.

"How many people have you told?" I demanded, glaring at Klinger.

"Just B.J., Major Houlihan, Captain Pierce, Father Mulchay..." Klinger listed.

"Why don't you read it over the P.A. system?" I muttered as I cut my pancake.

Margaret came over. "Jaclyn, can I talk to you? In PRIVATE?" She gave Klinger a murderous glance.

"Sure." I got up and followed her out of the mess tent.

"Jaclyn, where's your ring?" asked Margaret when we got to her tent.

"You aren't my mother."

"But I am your superior officer," she said strictly, but then softed. "And your friend."

I sat down. "I sent it back to Clark. I don't want to explain why, because I think you know."

She nodded. "I do."

"May I tell you something?" I asked.

"Go ahead."

"I..." I paused. "I'minlovewithHawkeye."

"Can you say that slower? It sounded like you said you were in love with Hawkeye," said Margaret.

"I did," I said. "I am a toad. I've fallen in love with a man over here who doesn't have the same feelings about me, probably, and then I've sent back the ring to my fiancee. Oh, Margaret, I'm babbling."

"That's all right." She handed me a tissue and I realized I was crying. "I'll go get you some breakfast."

I nodded. "Thank you."

She shut the door quietly and I stared at the wall.

Three weeks later I got a letter from my mother.

Jaclyn,

How dare you? You are supposed to be a caring, kind fiancee and you break the engagement. I am sickened, Jaclyn Marie. Absolutely sickened. And I am disappointed that you are my daughter.

I dropped the letter with shaking hands. "I'm sorry," I whispered. My mother had a way to make me feel like I'd do absolutely anything to please her.

Even take back Clark.

A/N: This is a transition chapter, so there isn't supposed to be too much action. I think I've watched too much "Dallas", with all the un-ended endings that I'm creating. But fear not, I'll update quickly!