"Trust me, it can't be any worse than what I'm used to. My dad couldn't cook well. Sometimes when he got sick of his own cooking, I cooked. My food was always better than his." Emma said.
"Great! Then you can help our cook. He'd love the extra help." Hawkeye said. Emma nodded and they moved on. The next place Emma visted was Henry's office. Henry was sitting behind his desk arguing with Frank, and Margret about Emma.
"She has to stay here until we're sure she's well!" Henry shouted at Frank.
"She looks well enough to me!" Margret shouted back, once again talking for Frank. Margret always talked for Frank. It was common knowledge that they were 'dating' even though Frank was married.
"We can't be sure of that. She stays here for a couple days for observation." Henry said. Henry's word was always final with Frank and Margret. It was only Hawkeye and Trapper that he took sides with.
"Hello." Emma said, as she and Hawkeye walked in.
"Hi Emma." Henry said distractedly. He was still thinking about where Emma would sleep for the next two days.
"What were we talking about?" Hawkeye asked.
"We were discussing what to do with your little friend there." Frank spat.
"Well, she'll have to stay here for a while." Hawkeye said as if the matter was settled.
"We established that already." Henry said. Emma stood beside Hawkeye looking up at the people speaking. She wondered what was going to happen to her. She didn't want to leave.
"She can stay in post-op. That will be the best place for her right now." Henry said. Hawkeye and Emma nodded. Frank and Margret just glared at Henry. After that Hawkeye and Emma left the office.
Emma thought about what would happen to her after the two days of observation. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay here with the people who had saved her life. Emma followed Hawkeye everywhere. And where she couldn't go, she waited outside the door. After a while Emma got tired and Hawkeye took her to post-op. Emma settled in and fell asleep almost immediatly.
Hawkeye went back to the Swamp and sat on his cot. Trapper came in a few seconds later.
"Hey Hawk." Trapper said as he flopped down on his own cot. "Where's your new shadow?"
"She's in post-op. She'll be staying there for a couple days and then she'll be going to sister Theresa's I guess." Hawkeye replied. "She is like a shadow isn't she?"
"Only to you." Trapper and Hawkeye laughed. It was a hard day in the operating room, so Hawkeye and Trapper soon fell asleep.
At about on o' clock in the morning Emma rushed into the Swamp.
"Hawkeye. Hawkeye." Emma shook Hawkeye awake. Hawkeye sat up, and blinked his eyes.
"What is it Emma?" Hawkeye asked sleepily. Then he saw she was crying. "What's wrong?"
"I-I just had a dream about my dad." Emma sobbed. She threw her arms around Hawkeye and cried into his chest. Hawkeye looked down at her surprised, but also concerned.
"You wanna talk about it?" Hawkeye asked. Emma shook her head. Just then Trapper woke up.
"Hey, what's wrong Hawk?" Trapper asked sitting up.
"It's Emma. She had a bad dream." Hawkeye said softly. He wasn't used to this at all and was at a loss of what to do, or say.
"You gonna tell us about it?" Trapper asked, sitting on the cot next to Hawkeye and Emma. Once again Emma shook her head no.
"You have to talk about it. The sooner you do, the better you'll feel. Trust me." Trapper said.
"What's going on here!" Demanded Frank.
"Shut up Frank. Emma had a nightmare." Hawkeye snapped. "Go on Emma."
"In the dream, just after my dad died, I saw these two Korean guys come out of the bushes and they dragged my dad's body out of the jeep, and started taking all his stuff. When they took everything they could get, they ran off." Emma cried. Hawkeye and Trapper looked up at each other. That was probably what happened, and both of them knew it. It was then that they discovered that Radar wasn't the only radar in town... Er... camp.
"It's alright. We'll go look tomorrow. You wanna sleep in here tonight?" Hawkeye asked. Emma nodded her head. "Ok. Trapper will you get an extra blanket and pillow."
"Sure Hawk." Trapper said and walked out.
"Good, maybe now I can get some sleep." Frank said, and quickly rolled on his other side. Hawkeye glared at Frank's back, then turned his attention back to Emma, who still had her head burried in his chest.
Trapper hurried to the supply room. He had run into Klinger on the way, but quickly got passed him. He went into the supply room, and was surprised to find Margret there.
"What are you doing here!" Margret snapped at Trapper.
"I could ask you the same thing." Trapper snapped back. "Never mind. I need an extra blanket and pillow for Shadow, er, Emma." Trapper said.
"Oh, that little girl. What's wrong with her?"
"She had a nightmare, and is sleeping in the Swamp tonight. Just for tonight, of course."
"Oh, alright." Margret said. "Here let me help you." Trapper handed her the pillow while he took the blanket. He and Margret went back to the swamp in silence. When they got there, they smiled silently at each other.
Hawkeye was holding Emma's wrists in front of her. Emma was curled up, with her back to Hawkeye, pressed against his chest. Hawkeye's chin was resting on Emma's head, both were sound asleep. Trapper took the pillow from Margret, and put them on the floor by Hawkeye's cot, and laid down on his own. Before Trapper fell asleep, he cast a last glance at Emma and Hawkeye, wishing he had a camera.
A/N: I just had to have a sweet moment between Hawkeye and Emma. Yeah, that's how Emma got her nickname Shadow. I hope you all like this chapter. Review if you want more. Shout it out, if you got it! I know I got it! Oh, and everyone who is now a loyal fan of mine (Not many of you right?) go read Every Man Has His Limits. It's a rockin' fan-fic. One of the best I've ever read. Go read it.