Sorry I haven't updated in a while, we had a power outage, and my computer died for nine days (it was torture knowing I left all of you just hanging there). Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers, I never expected this many in the first place, I thought I would be lucky to get one or two.

To the readers of my story: The Different Side, it was taken off-line because I was unaware that you weren't aloud to use song lyrics in a story. So if anyone is interested in reading the rest I have another chapter just tell me and send me your email address and I will send it to you.

Chapter Five: The Arguement

"Hawkeye?" Margaret looked at the raven haired man as he did surgery on the patient in front of him.

"Suction," he said as his only response.

"Suction," Margaret responded handing him the tool.

"Alright, this patient is done, can you sew him up?"

"Yes, Doctor," the nurse said as he got a new gown and gloves.

Margaret followed him to help as he cut open another patient, "Hawkeye, don't think I haven't noticed how strange you have been acting,"

"Strange? Darling, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about,"

"Hawkeye…"

"Enough jabbering," Colonel Potter said, "we've got 2 dozen more patients coming in, step on it,"

The next 5 hours of O.R was hell, losing 3 patients and the rest in critical condition. By the end of it all Hawkeye was in no mood to talk.

He made his way towards the SWAMP without a word to anyone.

Margaret followed him, she wasn't going to let him get away like he did in OR.

Maybe I'm wrong, she thought her hand frozen a few inches from the door, maybe I'm overreacting, and he's fine, I'm sure.

She was about to turn away but another thought occurred, what if he is just acting…he always seemed good at it….

Someone knocked and it took her a minute to realize it was herself. She forced herself not to turn away from the door.

"Come in," she opened the door automatically, still berating herself for disturbing him.

Hawkeye was on his cot, propped up on his side, by his elbow, a book open next to him, "Well, hello, Major, what can I do for you?"

Was that anger in his voice? Major? Something really must be wrong with him.

"Captain Pierce," she responded with a nod of her head, "I need to talk to you,"

"I am truly honored that wish to discuss me," he stood so he was facing her, "but if you will excuse me I would like some sleep," he opened the door and held it open for her.

"Captain this is serious," she slammed the door shut; she hoped calling him by title would snap him to attention, but if anything it just annoyed him.

"I am touched you call me by my title, but if you don't mind….." he opened the door again.

"As matters of fact, Pierce, I do mind, don't think I haven't noticed you moping around here all week, I know something is wrong, so why won't you tell me what?" she slammed the door shut, yet again.

"Moping," he snapped, raising his voice a little, "don't give me that crap, Major, I haven't been moping, and I don't give a damn if it seems like I have so stay out of my business,"

"She raised her voice to match his, "I have every intention to stay in your business until you tell me what give you the right to walk around all depressed, like this war isn't screwing with everyone else's head? And what gives you the right to act as if no one cares about you and they don't notice you're upset?

"What gives me the right?" he repeated his voice dropping to a heated angry hiss, "I just spent 15 hours watching kids die, I spent 15 hours trying to save lives that I know I can't save as the parents watch me with a shred of hope that I can save their child that has no chance to be saved, I've watched day after day people die because I didn't have the power to help them. Do you know what that feels like Major Houlighan? Do you know what its like to have parents watch you as if you're the savior of their kids and then have to watch as I can do nothing to save them? Do you have any idea what it's like to know that you are worth a damn here unless you can kill with a gun or save a child that shouldn't have been hurt in the first place?" He raised his hand to silence her response.

"I don't think you do, Major, you have no idea what its like to know you can't do anything to save a child that never had a chance to live. So don't tell me that I don't have a right to be depressed, because if anyone in this camp has I right to than I am that anybody." He spun on his heal and disappeared out the door leaving Margaret to stand there, surrounded by evidence of war, in a dumb silence.

End Chapter Two:

Sorry it was so short, but I couldn't let myself destroy such a dramatic (yeah right) ending. Update soon as I can.