Hello again, updated yes, go me!

Schiavo means slave (in Italian), and in case you were wondering, yes I based the title of that movie coming out (Memoirs of a Geisha) but that is totally beside the point!

Oh and I feel really stupid about this I said that HawkSoul was the one who made the suggestion for the last chapter and it was actually 4077Hawk, and now I feel really dumb and I'm really, really sorry about the mix-up I assure you it will never happen again.

Chapter 20

Memoirs of a Schiavo

Colonel Potter sighed, as soon as every had been evaluated by Sidney he had to get back to Seoul, minutes after arriving there Sherman called him and asked him to come back, sparring him the details.

"Sherman, I'm a little confused, do you want me here or not?" Sidney laughed as he walked into the old Colonel's office. His laughter instantly died when he saw the exhausted serious look on Potter's face.

"Well, Sidney, he healed," Potter began, "woke up this morning, healthy as a horse, a little discomfort of course, but that's not what I'm worried about anymore,"

Sidney sat down he knew where this was going, "is it bad?" he asked, he was not used to working with patients that have been tormented ALL of their life, just the army life and the occasional home sickness deal, "night traumas, distrust, depression?"

"No, Sidney, none of the above," Potter leaned on his desk, "he doesn't remember a thing, Sidney, he has no idea who he is, who we are,"

Sidney started, this was new, "nothing, is it Amnesia, was he hit?"

"Yes, but we did x-rays, we checked his pupils, he was no where near hit hard enough to suffer from Amnesia, and this doesn't seem like a normal case of 'I don't want to remember' he couldn't tell the name of his own father, let alone his own name,"

"I'll see what I can do; Potter, but I can't guarantee anything,"

………

Sidney found Hawkeye absorbed in a book, his own book, "The Last of the Mohicans, eh?" Hawkeye jumped out of his skin, tensing and staring at him with surprise. Sidney silently noted that.

"Yes," Hawkeye said, his eyes got a defensive look.

Sidney, unlike the others didn't drop the subject, "Were you named after the character Hawk-eye?"

Hawkeye looked down, he was ashamed, "I don't remember," came the muttered response. Sidney smiled, this was what he expected.

"Oh?" Sidney made the sound a question as he sat down, "why is that?"

Hawkeye looked up, fear flickering in silver eyes, "I don't know,"

"Where are you from in Italy, Hawkeye?" if he was surprised by the abrupt subject change he didn't look it, in fact he looked enthused.

"I was born in Benevento, but we moved to Campobasso and traveled all around the country, from Cosenza to Varese, when we were there, I remember going into a little town in Switzerland, the name escapes me at the moment, but they were such a magnanimous people." Hawkeye got a dreamy look as he thought.

"Who's 'we', Hawkeye?" Sidney asked noting the confusion and almost fear that crossed Hawkeye's face.

"I…I don't know,"

"You said 'we' you have to know, who 'we' is,"

"Well…I just figured…I couldn't have gone by myself,"

A silence followed, Hawkeye shuffled his feet under the heavy blankets.

"Do you remember anything about America, Hawkeye?"

"…No,"

"Anything about your family or friends…?"

"No….I'm sorry," a panicked look struck his face, "I just can't remember….please, I'm sorry,"

Sidney's eyes softened, "it's alright, Hawkeye, you get some rest,"

………

"Anything, Sidney?" BJ asked after they (Charles, BJ, Potter, Margaret, and Radar) were assembled in Colonel Potter's office.

"Well, the way I see it….Hawkeye's mind is working much like a child's mind would," he stood and began pacing, something he rarely did, "his mind is telling him to remember only the times that he wasn't in contact with something that caused him pain, he could have gone on for hours about Italy and the like, but as soon as I asked him about America or even his family he couldn't tell me a thing,"

"But why?" Margaret asked, "Why would memories of his father or family cause him pain?"

Sidney sighed and sat down again, "I am thinking when Hawkeye thinks of his father he one, thinks of his mother. Her death I think was very hard on him, harder than it would be for a normal child, or he two, thinks of Jackson and well…that's self-explanatory,"

Radar shuffled his feet and slipped out, no one seemed to notice.

………

It's hard to believe that someone like Captain Pierce could be destroyed to such an extent. I mean, he's so strong, well gee…I really looked up to him, he was something, I always wanted to be, loveable, charming, cultural, brave, but deep down, well according to Major Freedman, he's been self-destructing since he was a wee little kid.

Attentively I made my way to the ward where Hawkeye was staying, Colonel Potter warned me that he didn't remember a thing and I don't know what came over me, I just thought, well I figured I could give it a try. I opened the door and peaked, balking at what I saw. Oh lord – he wasn't in bed, Potter was gonna blow a gasket. In the semi-dark room, the bed was empty alright and walked into the room closing the door softly behind me, and there was Hawkeye, dressed in his green army slacks and short sleeve short standing by the window that looked out away from the camp. He looked horrible, pale and small.

"You really shouldn't be out of bed, Captain," the words slipped out, I couldn't help myself, I really didn't mean to talk after I got there I seemed to have lost my courage, but I couldn't help myself.

Hawkeye jumped spinning around with a real scarred look, ya know? We just sorta looked at each other for a minute, he looked so different. He wasn't smiling, his eyes were bright, and the wounds on his face had begun scaring giving him a dangerous look. He looked me up and down and seemed to relax, "you're not a doctor," he said simply turning his back on me again.

"How do you know?" I asked, he was the one person I couldn't seem to predict anymore, I did once or twice when it was really obviously, but I never knew what he was gonna do.

"You're to short, and besides, you're too jumpy," was that an Italian accent? That makes sense seeing he can only 'member stuff when he was in Italy.

"Oh, hey, I ain't short!" I shouted at him, "I just haven't gotten tall yet, that's all,"

He didn't jump that time, he slowly turned with a raised eyebrow and a soft smirk, "thanks, capretto," he said with a wider smile.

"For what?" I didn't know what "capretto," meant, but I guess it was a compliment.

"For actually talking to me like I'm human and not like I'm a bomb that's ready to go off,"

I ventured a step closer, "What do you mean,"

He plopped down on his bed, wincing from the injuries still there, "just because I can't remember anything doesn't mean I'm a child, special that last one in here, I thought I was going to scream,"

"You, that's Sidney Freedman he's a psychiatrist," the look Hawkeye gave me, made me smile, that was the normal annoyed Hawkeye look.

"That explains it,"

"Oh, here," I grabbed a bag at my feet that had traveled with me, it was all his mail, since the day he was missing, "I know since you don't remember anything, this probably won't mean much to you, but once your better an all, I figured you want it," I rocked nervously on my heals, Sidney had something about giving this to him, I just wasn't sure when.

Hawkeye took the back, "thanks," he studies the bag for a minute, "how long did it take ME to get his much post?" he asked as if he wasn't popular.

"About 2 weeks," Hawkeye jumped, there must have been at least fifty letters there; apparently he didn't expect that much. He reached in and pulled one out.

"Who's Daniel Pierce?"

I cringed, "uh…sir…he's uh….he's your father,"

"Oh, can you flip the light," he asked, "can't see this,"

I did what I was actually asked to do, not ordered.

He opened the envelope and squinted at the sight, it was a picture. Four people, I recognized one as Daniel Pierce and his wife, his wife was not happy with a forced smile and a glare at another man at Dr. Pierce's right, I thought it was a relative but then I remembered the whole story, it was probably that Donny Jackson man, a young kid, like around 10, was standing in front of his mother with a very sarcastic, angry smile, I assumed that was Hawkeye.

"Excuse me….?"

"Radar," I said, I don't know why I didn't think to introduce myself, "this is you, 10 I think," I pointed to the little boy, "that was your mother and father and uh…that was…uh…Donny Jackson," for a minute nothing registered then his eyes went wide and he tensed with a flicker of recognition in his eyes, briefly and then it was gone, he flipped the picture over.

"Will you leave me please, Radar?" he asked not taking his eyes off the 6 simply stated words.

"Of course," so I did still trying to figure our the significance in the statement, "tell them – or you'll regret it,"

End Chapter 20

Like Radar at the end, thought it would help.

Note: capretto means kid in Italian.