Yes I am actually updating. Take that Hawk Soul, told you I would sticks out tongue childishly just kidding.

This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful reviewer Hawk Soul, if you haven't read her stories yet you should, they are bloody fantastic. All Hawkeye focused and everything.

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, you guys are amazing. This story has a couple more chapters. It's not over yet.

Chapter 15

A Race to the Finish

Jackson was gone in minutes, packed up with his guards out of the house…gone. Charles and BJ met up with the others in the cell minutes after his abrupt departure.

"We have to get him out of here," Margaret said, "can one of you carry him?"

"He's skinny, I bet even Radar could if he tried," BJ bent over and slipped his arms under him and lifted him up. Hawkeye let out a strangled cry, eyes screwed shut in pain. Margaret flinched and turned to Colonel Potter who let her cry into his shoulder, "yeah, he's light," BJ said, "too light,"

"How are we going to get him back? We can't carry him the whole way," Charles said still refusing to look at Hawkeye.

Colonel Potter sighed, they must have left a jeep or something, anything…., "Winchester, look through the house and see if you can find anything that will help us contact the MP's, a radio something, Margaret, look outside and a little into the woods for a jeep, they must have gotten here some how. BJ let's get him outside see what we can do about his wounds."

They all went there separate ways, Margaret some what reluctantly.

"The Major sure has grown attached to Captain Pierce here," BJ said with a smirk as he set Hawkeye gently down on the grass.

Colonel Potter smiled, "opposites attract you know,"

Charles trudged through the house slowly, stopping every now and then to steady himself, the images of all those slaves making him dizzy and sick. Get a hold of yourself, you're a Winchester. You can handle this. Even Hunnicutt wasn't this affected.

Or maybe he is better at hiding it. You're so weak.

No, never, Winchester are strong in mind, we don't sink to that level.

"Charles!" Charles jumped at the sudden shout of his name, and turned around; he was still standing in the hallway that led to the upstairs.

"What is it Margaret?"

"I found a jeep; let's go….are you okay? You look sick,"

"I'm fine, let's go," he insisted and they both took off to find the other three.

"Damn…." BJ said looking away, eyes closed. Hawkeye was in bad condition, and that was understatement. His chest was decorated with cuts and bruises, BJ could tell just by looking that ribs were broken, who knew how many. His wrists were rubbed raw by the chains, his left shoulder looked dislocated. That was only the beginning of the list.

Sherman sighed; this is what happened when people like Jackson are let out of prison. Why they even let Jackson out of prison was beyond him. "This looks infected," he said softly studying the gash on his cheek, "it almost looks….oh God…."

"What?"

"Poisoned….those damn bastards, they really have it in for him,"

"Poison, what kind?"

"I don't know the name, some poison from South America, causes fevers, hallucinations…."

"Colonel!" Margaret said running up, "there's a jeep,"

"Thank God….lead the way Margaret,"

She did just that, they found the jeep hidden behind a group of trees.

"Got a key?"

"No, sir, there was none, can one of you hot wire it?"

"I can," BJ said as he set Hawkeye down in the back, causing him to moan in pain.

Five minutes later, they all managed to squeeze in. Colonel Potter driving, Charles in the passenger seat, and BJ and Margaret squished in the back with Hawkeye, "this is one lucky day,"

Back at the 4077th MASH

Radar was pacing, geez; I hope they get back soon….and alive…

Radar froze in mid step….choppers…... "CHOPPERS!...doctors we got CHOPPERS!"

The two replacement doctors weren't bad doctors they just weren't used to working at such a fast pace, so things moved slow. By the end of the O.R. session, they had 12 patients but it took 6 hours. In the process of the six hours they lost 2 patients.

Radar slammed the clipboard on his desk and through himself on his bed.

"Radar!" Radar groaned.

"What is it Klinger?"

The MP's say there is a jeep coming in to our camp fast…they'll be here in 20 minutes at most.

Radar jumped up with a whoop. That had to be them…they got them…., "come on Klinger, get to beds ready in post-op, they're gonna need it, go…go…"

Klinger huffed at him and stomped off muttering something about 'pushy Iowan brat,'

Back with the Other Gang

It took them five hours at top speed to reach the 4077th.

"I don't think I have ever been happier to see this wreck," Charles said as they passed underneath their, 'Best Care Anywhere' sign.

They had made it, all of them had made. Hawkeye and Margaret weren't dead; they had rescued them. Hawkeye was still alive. They had to operate on him fast. Otherwise, the time they had taken to rescue him…would be a waste.

End of Chapter 15

I know what you are thinking only 935words or something like that, it's short, but the next one I promise WILL BE LONGER!

I don't really like this chapter, but I needed a chapter that would get our loveable gang home so I could torture them some more…hehe….you will just have to wait to find out.

TBC