A/N: I tried to upload this chapter yesterday, but the server was being screwy so I couldn't. Unfortunately, I had it saved under "My Documents" and it deleted. I hope this one is as good as the one I deleted (let it rest in peace), and I hope the server lets me upload THIS version.
It was a busy Monday in Klinger's office when Hawkeye and I burst in from Korea's cold winter weather.
"Can you get a call to my father in Crabapple Cove?" Hawkeye said.
"What do I look like, a telephone operator?"
"What's with you?" I asked.
"Colonel Potter decided to have me re-file all the daily reports from the last year," Klinger complained. "He said my system is too unorganized."
Looking around at the piles of paperwork, I couldn't say I blamed the colonel.
"Klinger," Hawkeye began, "if you put the call through we'll help you with your paperwork."
"Getting right on it, sir." Klinger began to do what ever you have to do to get Army phones to work.
A bit later, we had Maine.
"Dad?" Hawkeye said. "Yeah...no, nothing's wrong--in fact, everything's as good as it can be over here...Actually, something exciting happened a few days ago. There's a new Mrs. Pierce..." He laughed. "Right...sure...here she is."
He handed the phone to me.
"Dr. Pierce?" I asked tenatively. "I'm Jaclyn."
"So you're the brave girl who married my Hawkeye!" he said. "Call me Daniel."
"All right Dr. P--I mean, Daniel," I said. "He's really wonderful."
Ffffffffffffffffffffzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt...
"Klinger, what's wrong with the phone?" I demanded.
"It's the wind," he said.
"At least I got to talk to him," I said.
"Well, shall we brave the wrath of Korea's winter for some coffee?" asked Hawkeye.
"Only if you'll shield me from the wind," I said as I pulled the door open and we stepped out into the cold.
"WHAT ABOUT MY FILING?" cried Klinger.
Forty-five minutes later, Klinger came into the mess tent, bringing with him the cold.
"SHUT THE DOOR!"
"Klinger, what happened?" I asked when I noticed the expression on his face. It was more serious than I'd seen since...well, since forever.
"You're being transferred, Jaclyn," he told me. "In three days. I just got the telegram."
"I'm...I'm being...transferred?" I asked in disbelief. "In th-three days?" The coffee cup in my hand dropped to the floor and broke in two.
Klinger nodded.
"Three days. Why not two? Why not ONE?" Hawkeye exclaimed.
"Excuse me," I said to the two. "I think I'm going to be sick."
I excused myself from the tent.