Still short, but I like it this length.

Chapter 19

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Some was calling a name, "Hawkeye," the voice was feminine, filled with concern and love. He smiled whoever this Hawkeye was, he was one lucky guy, wait wasn't he Hawkeye, he couldn't remember anymore, but he had a distinct feeling that he should know this voice, or at least be familiar with it, but he couldn't seem to recall where he heard it before.

"Hawkeye, please, Hawk, please wake up," wetness dripped onto his hand, tears, Hawkeye was one lucky chap, this girl was crying over him obviously.

………

"Hawkeye," Margaret whispered again, this time desperately, he was so close to waking up, so close, "please Hawkeye," tears were falling harder, gently she placed a hand on his slender fingers, that was one thing Jackson didn't take away from him, his hands weren't broken, that would have destroyed him.

A soft moan of pain caught her attention again, "Hawkeye, please," he voice failed her again.

Silver eyes starred her in confusion and Margaret felt her heart skip a beat, "you my God," she whispered and through her arms around him, he tensed instantly.

………

His sense flared up and he fought her, he didn't even know why, he didn't know her, but something told him that she was going to hurt him and he had to keep her away. She released him as soon as she felt him tense. He starred at her, there was something so familiar about her, but he couldn't figure out what, he just couldn't remember.

"Hawkeye," she said softly to him, her voice quiet and concerned. So he was Hawkeye, that made loads of sense, that explains why she kept calling his name, but she was calling his name he wasn't sure.

………

He was starring at her with fear and confusion and they sat like that in silence for minutes until he looked away, "Hawkeye, how are you feeling?" she folded her hands over his and felt him tense again.

He refused to look at her, "I'm fine," she started at his voice, he had an Italian accent, "excuse me, but…who are you?" he turned to her and their eyes locked, he had no idea who she was.

Realization dawned on her and tears began to fall again and she smiled sadly, "Hawkeye you don't remember anything do you?"

He blinked at her, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but know,"

"You're name is Benjamin Franklin Hawkeye Pierce, you're in Korea,"

"Korea?"

"You were drafted here; you're one of our best surgeons,"

"I'm sorry….I…don't remember anything,"

Margaret quickly wiped the tears away, "it's alright…you get some rest Hawkeye,"

She stood and smiled at him as he got comfortable again and walked out.

………

Hawkeye felt horrible, was he in some sort of relationship with this woman (who forgot to give her own name). If he was he probably just destroyed any hope of elongating the relationship with her, by completely forgetting who she was. And a surgeon…that just blew his mind away, a surgeon in Korea, everything just seemed wrong.

He really felt as if he should know this place, but he couldn't remember anything, at all, nothing.

………

Margaret silently cried as she made her way to the SWAMP, the first person that ought to know was BJ.

"Margaret?" she sat down on the edge of BJ's cot where he was reading.

"He woke up, BJ," she said bringing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them, "he woke up,"

"Hawkeye did!" Charles even looked up at that, "how is he? Is he alright? Is he in pain? What did he say?"

Margaret silenced him with a sad stare, "he doesn't remember anything, BJ, nothing, he didn't know who he was, where he was, he didn't remember me either,"

His face fell and he gently placed an arm over her shoulders, "Amnesia?"

"I don't think so, he was never hit in the head, and as much as he was thrown around, I think…he doesn't want to remember,"

"A case for Sydney." It wasn't a question, but a statement, "come on Margaret, we have to tell Potter, he'll want to know,"

………

Charles joined them as they walked to the Colonel's office.

Inside, Potter took the news better than they thought, "I'll call Sydney, but someone should still sit with him,"

BJ and Charles left and Margaret was left with Colonel Potter and promptly broke down falling into a chair. Colonel Potter put an arm over her shoulder, "don't worry, Major, Sydney will have him fixed up in no time, and he's never failed us before,"

Margaret hiccupped, "he didn't even know who I was, Colonel, he didn't know who he was; I don't think it's a normal case of, 'I don't want to remember, so I'm not going to,'"

Colonel Potter smiled sadly, "come along, Margaret, and let's gets some coffee so you can have some time to relax.

………

BJ sat next to Hawkeye talking; "she was upset," BJ said when Hawkeye asked about 'the blonde woman'.

Hawkeye looked away, "why?" was his only response.

"You two were close,"

"Close?" the Italian accent really brought out the Italian features in Hawkeye.

"Friends," BJ tried to explain, he hated Hawkeye like this, "but I think you were becoming closer,"

"Oh," he didn't respond, "and….who are you?"

"BJ Hunnicutt, we were friends," he said, Hawkeye starred at him in surprise.

"Friends…hmm…."

BJ sighed, even his humor was gone, he hadn't cracked a joke yet, it was as if he was afraid of them, "yeah, we played poker, played doctor, you played the nurses,"

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, the first one this whole day and BJ laughed lightly.

"Who was the prick?" Hawkeye asked, "I wasn't friends with him was I?" there was a ghost of the old Hawkeye in that one comment.

BJ smirked again, "you mean Charles, Charles Emerson Winchester…the third, never forget the third, he is a very good doctor, loves classical music, but very stuck-up."

Hawkeye was about to comment when he stopped and placed a hand to his head.

"You alright, Hawk?"

"Yes, just a dizzy spell, I'll be fine,"

"I have to head out, you get some rest…goodnight Hawkeye,"

"Goodnight, BJ," it was an awkward goodbye, but a goodbye at that.

End Chapter 19

Short again, but longer than the last one, not a lot of action in this one, but I took someone suggestion for this chapter (HawkSoul) so thanks.