There ya go; updates are going to slow down again, with Christmas coming and all. But I will update as quick as I can.

Chapter 21

Memories through Pictures

"Where have you been, Radar?" Colonel Potter could look like through me.

"I…uh…."

"Radar…"

"I went to talk to Hawkeye; I gave him his letters," I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, I felt very proud that I had the guts to do it.

"Really?" That was Sidney, "how did it go?"

"Well…when I first when in there he wasn't in bed," I then told them everything, I meant to leave out certain parts, but I couldn't help my self, it all came stumbling out.

"That picture, what was it off?"

"Um…his ma and pa, him and uh….Mr. Jackson,"

"Loose, the 'Mr.', Radar,"
"Yes, sir," My ego deflated as the questioning continued, I think I might of done something that wasn't good.

"Thanks, son, you go get some rest, you've done good,"

………

Colonel Potter listened to the phone ring, praying, that the other picked up the phone

"Hello,"

"Dr. Pierce, this is Colonel Potter,"

"Hello, Colonel, you have news I pray?" came the quiet Italian accented response.

"I do, but I'm not sure if it's good. The poison seemed to have passed out of his system and he has woken up, but I'm afraid he can't tell us much,"

"Can I speak with him?"

"Look, Dr., he doesn't remember anything,"

Silence followed so Potter continued, "Our army psychiatrist-"

"Dr. Freedman, Hawkeye has spoken of him,"

"Yes, Dr. Freedman has been examining him and what he was told us…" he then retold what Sidney told them.

There was no answer at first, then: "is there anything I can do, anything at all?"

"Sidney, Dr. Freedman, and I spoke of this, but I thought it might be too much trouble for you…"

"Nothing is too much trouble when it has to do with my son," came the almost sharp response.

Potter smiled, "I figured you would say that…it would be very hard to do this, but Sidney thought it would be best for him to speak with you in person, I am not sure how you would get here, but if it becomes desperate enough…."

"I'm a doctor, I have connections, I'll see what I can do, thank you Colonel, but if I may ask your opinion," his voice grew quiet, "is he going to be alright?"

"Honestly….Dr. Pierce….I don't know, myself,"

………

Charles cleared his throat loudly as he entered Hawkeye's room, "Pierce," he said in an awkward greeting.

It took a moment to figure out what 'Pierce' meant before he remembered that was his last name, "Charles Emerson Winchester….the third, correct?" Charles frowned at the accent that was just what they need….a foreigner.

"Yes, just thought I'd drop by, see how you were doing?"

"I'd be better if everyone didn't spend their time tip-toeing around me," Hawkeye growled, after Margaret stopped by for a moment he was in a foul mood.

"I don't think I know what you mean," Charles said though he did.

"Don't give me that, merda," Hawkeye hissed slamming his book onto his bed with a flourish, "they prance around me like I'm a bomb ready to explode, just because I can't remember anything, that shouldn't make a damn difference, maybe if they were talking to me like I'm human instead of talking to me like I'm a child,"

Charles raised an eyebrow at the out burst and sat down watching Hawkeye peculiarly. He was tapping his feet in a restless movement, he arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and his face was set into a disgusted scowl.

"Don't you want me to talk to you like your human, Pierce?"

The look Hawkeye gave him was priceless, "No, Mr. Winchester, I don't," the sarcasm was laughable; "I want you to talk to me like I'm your inferior."

"To be honest with you, Pierce, even before this…accident, I talked to you like you were my inferior,"

Hawkeye froze, his scowl twitching slightly as if he was going to smile; he turned back to Charles, "really? So you are the prick, BJ, said you were,"

Charles was insulted, "why you! How dare you, you cad!" Hawkeye's laugher followed him as he stalked out.

He swept by Margaret who looked at him quizzically, "how is he?"

Charles froze briefly, "he is the most ill-mannered….animal… I have ever laid eyes on."

Margaret stifled her laughter as she walked into Hawkeye's room, "feeling better, I take it?" she said her voice quieting.

"You can talk to me at a normal volume, you know," he said.

"Oh, sorry,"

Hawkeye rolled his eyes and opened his book again.

"Did Radar bring that to you?" she asked noticing the book was in Italian.

"Yep, cute capretto, too bad Winchester isn't like that,"

Margaret smiled, "what's capretto?"

"Means….umm…." he looked at the ceiling as if the word had escaped him, "what do you say…child or kid," he said catching the English word he was looking for.

The two talked for a while, about nothing really, Margaret asking how to say things in Italian and helping Hawkeye as he struggled with certain English words.

"There is one English word I'm terrible fond of," he said smiled.

"What?"

"Antidisestablishmentarianism," he said, "there is something special about it, I just can't remember what,"

"What does it mean?"

"What does it mean? I'll tell you…….I don't know,"

………

End Chapter 21

That's all you're getting out of me, crappy chappie I know, but don't worry as soon as things get more settled it should be interesting.

Hey, extra credit to any of you who know what "antidisestablishmentarianism" means, and yes it is an actual word.