A/N I tried to update quicker, but I had no idea what I was going to write, but here I have done it, I am not exactly thrilled with myself for this chapter, for some reason I had a really hard time writing conversations, but I did it.

Disclaimer: still don't own anything, etc, etc.

Chapter 8 It Looks Like Rain

Hawkeye found himself at the Mess Hall for dinner, squished in between Margaret and BJ. He sighed and picked at the food and sniffed at it, "why are we forced to try to commit suicide every night?"

Margaret laughed and BJ smiled, it was nice to have there old friend back….

Hawkeye looked at the two of them as they laughed at him, I suppose everything really is alright, he thought to himself. I mean after all, nothing was really wrong in the first place; I just had a panic attack that's all…

"Suicide? That's my field of work," a familiar voice said.

"Sydney?" The three turned in surprise. Sydney Freeman, the psychiatrist.

"What are you doing here?" BJ said making room for him to sit on the bench, "no one called for you and our weekly 'meeting' aren't until Friday, and in case you didn't know it's only Monday."

"Ah, friends, time for an annual Psycho Test, as I like to call them," Sydney smiled, "HQ wants every MASH unit to be psychologically tested to make sure they aren't suffering form mental illnesses,"

The look of absolute disgust spread on their faces, "don't worry Sydney, we're as sane as we always are," Hawkeye said with a grin.

"Well, then I should have my work cut out for me, considering none of you have ever been sane in the first place,"

They all laughed at that.

"Hawkeye, your next," BJ said walked into the SWAMP.

"It makes me feel like we're getting our army physicals again," he said standing, "this should be interesting."

Hawkeye walked into the VIP tent were Sydney was.

"Hello, Hawkeye,"

"You know, you make this feel like you are following some sort of time table."

"Maybe I am,"

"Alright, Doc, let's get this over with, no offense," Hawkeye plopped himself onto a chair.

"None taken, okay Hawkeye, how have you been, lately?" Sydney said.

"Just peachy and yourself?"

"Really, Hawkeye?"

"Really, really,"

"What do you do when you're not in surgery?"

"Sleep, eat, the usual,"

"That's all, do you talk to people?"

"Okay so I don't just eat, sleep," he could almost sound annoyed.

"What is your normal day at the 4077?"

"My alarm clock is helicopters, I do surgery, I eat, maybe the officers club or Rosie's Bar, and I go to sleep,"

The rest went on as usual; Sydney asking questions Hawkeye answering, with an almost bitter undertone.

"Alright, Hawk, I'm done,"

"So am I sane?"

"As sane as you'll ever be,"

"Thank you, good night,"

Hawkeye trudged back to the SWAMP, but just before opening the door decided to go for a walk around the camp. Going behind the buildings he walked the outskirts, it was dark and getting chilly. Dark clouds were rolling in as if a storm were approaching.

He made it around the whole camp and was back behind the SWAMP when a sense of being watched, washed over him. He froze, listening for any sound. All he heard was Charles Beethoven from the tent and BJ's and Margaret's muffled voices. Slowly he began to walk again when a hand shot out and clamped over his mouth. He instantly fought, swung a leg backwards and connected. He let out a loud scream and the sound in the tent froze. And soon BJ and Charles were there, fighting to get there friend out of the stranger's grip. Margaret grabbed another attacker, but she was quickly over come.

Two sets of hands shot out of no where knocking out both BJ and Charles. One made his way towards Hawkeye who was still struggling, but a voice stopped him, "don't kill that one, or the girl, he wants them both….alive" that was the last thing Hawkeye heard before darkness hit him.

Sydney walked towards Colonel Potter's office with heavy footsteps. Everyone was alright, except one. Hawkeye. And everyone who stepped into his room said something about being worried about him, and he knew why.

He walked, "Corporal is Colonel Potter in?"

"Oh yes, sir," Radar opened the door for him and after a nod from Potter was gone again.

"What can I do for ya, Sydney?"

"I want to discuss something with you,"

"Have a seat, is this about that whole test for HQ,"

"Yes, and generally I am worried,"

"About who?"

"Hawkeye,"

Colonel Potter froze behind his desk, then sighing sat down, "what's wrong with him? We've all been worried about him; he's been off lately,"

"Exactly, but why? He looks healthy, he talks to everyone, and then why are we worried?"

"I don't know, you're the mind doctor, you tell me,"

"That the thing, I don't know what's wrong with him, during our discussion today I asked him if anything was bothering him, anything heavy on his mind, and he just shrugged it off, I think he's hiding it, and hiding it well,"
Potter sighed again, deep in thought, "well, we can't do anything, Major Houlihan asked him about him, and he blew up at her. Something we've never seen from him before."

Sydney was about to answer when a scream of pure terror echoed through the camp.

The two looked up and were gone.

They found Kelly, one of the nurses, behind the SWAMP kneeled over BJ who, by the looks of it was unconscious. Radar was kneeling over Charles, who was also out cold.

"What the devil happened here?" Potter snapped pushing Radar out of the way to check Charles.

"I don't know, sir," Kelly said slightly frantic, "I came to talk to Doctor Pierce about one of the patients and I found these two here, I still can't find Doctor Pierce,"

"I'll see if I can find him, ma'am," Radar pushed through the gathering crowd.

"Alright, let's get these two inside, its starting to rain," and it was, at first it was just a drizzle but soon it was pouring. Nurses came with stretchers and they loaded the two unconscious forms and rushed them to post-op.

"Alright, get back to work," Potter snapped, "alright, calm down,"

Kelly was shaking, "perhaps I'll take over," said Father Mulcany as he appeared and led her away.

Sydney and Potter sat with a drink in Potter's office; Sydney was about to say something when Radar burst in, "sorry, sirs, but no one can find Hawkeye or Major Houlihan."

"Margaret's missing too?"

"Uh, yes, sir,
"Oh lord," Potter took another swig of alcohol, "our head nurse and our head doctor, either the Koreans want us to stop, or one of them has one hell of an enemy."

End Chapter 8

Wanted to keep it short, I wrote it longer, but then decided I wanted Margaret with Hawkeye when they were taken so I had to do major revision. Update as soon as I write more…

WARNING: THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS WILL HAVE VIOLENCE! You have been warned.