Authors Note: Yes people, I am alive…I know I haven't started the sequel to Man Behind the Smile yet, but I have been working on it. I swear. I have two chapters written out, but I know as soon as I post them I will get a writers block or something and then not update for forever and a day and then I'll get yelled out (not that I don't appreciate your enthusiastic encouragement). So I decided that I shouldn't torture all my readers for too long and I updated this story (gasp).

Suggestions are always appreciated.

From Chapter 3

They talked for a while, not necessarily about Sarah and the group split up. The nurses went to their respected tents as did the enlisted men. Charles retired to the swamp and Klinger disappeared into his room. Soon only Sarah, Margaret, Potter, and BJ were left.

"So tell me Sarah, what else do you know about Hawkeye?"

"Just about everything," she said with a smile, "I could tell you stories for hours, he was one interesting kid, I'll tell you that."

Chapter 4

Soccer

"So tell us," Margaret urged, "I wouldn't mind having some dirt on Pierce, might get him to leave me alone every now and then."

Sarah smiled, "what do you want me to tell you? I have so many stories, I just couldn't pick one."

They all knew she was teasing them by not telling them the stories that they knew she had; the very juicy, insightful, never-before-seen-or-heard Hawkeye stories that they were all just dieing to hear.

They all exchanged looks; they weren't exactly sure what they wanted to know about Hawkeye, just something.

"A sport," Potter finally said when no one was willing to speak up, "what kind of sport did he play, tell us one of those."

Sarah thought for a moment, "Hm….a sport….a sport….what can I tell you about a sport…..? Well….."

He was considered one of the fastest players on the field, he could be surrounded by defenders, in the pouring rains and still manage to dance out of their way and score the winning goal. He always laughed at the fact that Americans called the sport soccer when it made much more sense to call in football.

He was in one of those situations now. The clouds opened up and started as a drizzle, giving the field a very eerie look.

He easily swept the ball out from under the other players' feet and traveled down the field quickly, moving expertly in and out of the players, weaving away from obstacles that tried to steal the ball. Just as he was about to bring his foot back to make the winning goal he felt a body collide with him from behind, throwing him to the ground.

Instantly the whistle blew and the ref ran over, but it was too late the damage was done.

The player that collided with him was the opposite captain of the team, a very cynical jealous captain, jealous of Hawkeye. He had purposely fouled himself out so he could damage the conflicting team, their star player, Hawkeye; had twisted his ankle and was rushed off the field, most likely out for the rest of the game.

"Hawkeye, are you alright?" Sarah followed behind the stretcher that was carrying Hawkeye off the field.

"Oooo….I think I've broken something."

"Nice going there, chief," she laughed then it faded when he let out another moan, "hey Doc?"

"Yep," the doctor happened to be Daniel Pierce.

"Is he out for the rest of the game?"

"Most likely,"

"Right, then, if you want my advice, I'd keep him away from the other team right now, by the look of it he's liable to kill."

"Yep."

The ref announced he was unable to play and the game continued. The ankle wasn't broken but it was severely sprained, after it was wrapped, he sat up, scowling darkly as the Captain on the opposite bench smirked at him.

"That bastard…"

"Hawkeye! Watch your mouth," Daniel scolded, and then smiled wickedly, "not like what you said isn't true or anything, but there are ladies around." He said a knowing look towards Sarah and Narcissa.

When he turned his back, Hawkeye immaturely stuck his tongue out at him before swinging his legs over the side of the stretcher and firmly placing his feet back on -.

"Sarah! OH PRINCESS!" Hawkeye burst into the mess tent, eyes gleaming with amusement at the crowd around her.

"OH, GET OUT OF HERE! I WAS TELLING A STORY!"

"Another one? Geez, are you trying to soil my good name?"

Margaret and BJ let out obvious snorts and the word, 'good' and then silenced when Hawkeye sent a half-hearted glare.

"Well, I see when I am not wanted," he stalked to the door, "a package arrived for you, Princess," and then with a final humph and a flourish of army greens he stalked out.

"Well….that was a strange, awkward moment. Anyway, where was I….? Oh, right, he firmly placed his feet back on….

….the ground, pulling on his cleats as he went.

"Hawkeye what are you doing?" Sarah fought for his shin guard, each pulling on one end, "you're hurt, you can't go out there."

"I have too; I won't let him make a fool out of me!"

"You stubborn ass, who cares about him?"

"I DO!"

He finally managed to wrestle his cleats and shin guards out of her hands and pulled them on. Standing gingerly he raised his hands, calling for a time-out. Instantly the crowd was silence. The rain began to fall a little harder as he limped out onto the field, he quietly talked with the ref until finally he limped off to his position, smirking triumphantly at the shocked captain. The whistle blew and the game picked up again.

Hawkeye was having trouble that was apparent. He stumbled and fell a couple of times, but always staggered to his feet again, he threw himself into the game with the fire of determination.

It was tied and there was two minutes left in the game, now the rain came down and sheets and it was almost impossible to distinguish whose team the players were on. Every man was on his own. Hawkeye carefully watched the ball come closer and closer to him until finally he struck. With the skill of a cat he took up the ball, dribbling it down the field, ignoring the pain that seared through his leg. He danced around player after player until he was mere feet form the goal and then with a complicate maneuver of using his feet to throw his ball in the air, he jumped and swung his leg back sending the ball flying into the goal just as the final whistle blew. They had one the championship.

The team's first reaction was to run up to him, but that was impossible. He had not gotten back up from where he had fallen .With the momentum of the final kick he had landed hard on his side, not only fracturing his wrist but breaking his ankle as well. They were all just glad the season was over and their hero could finally rest.

The group stared at her with amazement as she finished her story, "all that trouble, just for a soccer game. That's violent."

Sarah laughed, "he hates it when I tell that story, I think it's because it makes him look like such a hero. I tried to convince him to go professional once…but he just wasn't into it."

"I never knew he played soccer…" BJ looked thoughtful, "that's interesting, I played soccer too…"

"Uh-oh," Potter laughed, "I can see this turning into something interesting…"

Sarah sighed, "they are always trying to decide whose better?"

"Two very egotistical men," Margaret said.

"You have no idea…."

End Chapter 4

Soccer

Yeah it's finished. Now I can't guarantee when it will be updated again, but at least it was updated now, right?

Suggestions are always appreciated.

TBC