I got several complaints about the "smile" in the last chapter. Sorry about that, I suppose I should have explained a bit more. I was planning on using it in this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews!

As I walked outside I wasn't sure what to do. I was confused with Hawkeye's reaction, especially the smile. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. What kind of insensitive creep would smile in a situation like that? When he first saw my back he was horrified. I wasn't looking at his face but I could tell by his sharp intake of breath and silence. When I looked up at him I couldn't believe it! The smile was forced to say the least. Bit I could also read so many different emotions in his face; shock, anger…It was easy enough to understand those feelings but then there was something else that I couldn't comprehend. Something like pity? Maybe; or was it guilt? I had no idea to interpret that.

Then even more to my amazement, he continued on with the exam! He became his usual perverted self and kept up the obscene jokes the entire time. But even after he left I couldn't get that look on his face out of my mind. That melancholy, almost depressed smile. Damn him! He was so confusing! I had almost wished he would have made a big deal about it, and then at least I would have known how to react. I was out of sorts the whole day. I left my mind behind in the lab. At least we weren't expecting wounded for a 48 hours. Thank God I didn't see Hawk for the rest of the day. I had convinced myself that he really didn't care. It went against everything I knew about him, but it was easier than believing the alternative.

That night I sat at my desk running a comb through my hair experimenting with different styles that would hide the long scar on the back of my neck. I heard a soft knock on the door. I was surprised; no one ever came to my tent to talk. There must be a problem with a patient.

"Come in." I sighed and placed my hand mirror down.

"Hey, Hot Lips."

I froze. "Oh God no, please not Pierce!" I knew what he was there for. Yeah, he called me Hot Lips, but he wasn't kidding around when said it, he was talking very seriously.

"You know what I'm here for Margaret." He paused. "We need to talk." I started to make up an excuse but he held up his hand to stop me. "Margaret, The black eye you came back with a few weeks ago..." He trailed off as I placed my head in my hands. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. He reached over and gently pulled my hands down. "I think you did fall." I looked up surprised, wondering where he was going with this. He couldn't possibly think I fell, could he? "But you didn't say how you fell." I rolled my eyes and looked away toward the door wishing someone would come in and rescue me from this conversation. He leaned over and placed his hand along my jaw line turning my head back toward him. "It was Donald wasn't it?" He had that same look on his face again, although he wasn't smiling. I stared at him as he stroked my check gently. "Damn it! I can't cry! Not in front of Pierce." I slowly nodded. I didn't trust my voice. H wanted to ask more questions I could tell, and they were certain to be questions I didn't want to answer.

"Why didn't you say anything this morning? " I quickly asked before he had time to ask any questions of his own.

"Because I didn't think I'd make it out of that room alive if I asked any questions. Dead men tell no tales you know." He offered a slight smile and I gave him a shaky one in return. He leaned forward and grabbed my hands. "Margaret, why don't you leave him?" I stiffened and tried to pull my hands away but he wouldn't release them. I raised my chin up and glared at him. His expression didn't change.

"I love him, I don't want a divorce." The second I said it I wished I hadn't. How could I have said something so stupid? I loathe Donald! Damn Pierce! He always made me do and say things I regretted. Hawkeye raised one eyebrow as if to say, "Is that all you got?" I sighed and stood up. Could I risk telling Pierce? Would he care enough to stay and listen? "What the hell. I need to tell someone, why not my number one nemesis?"

That was a very long night. We stayed up talking until four-twenty the next morning. I broke down and cried several times and he would hold me until I stopped. Thinking back, I'm amazed that my ego allowed me the comfort of tears and a friend. I'm not sure when Pierce left my tent. The last thing I remember was him holding me as I cried. I must have cried myself to sleep. I woke up around nine the next morning feeling much better. Tired, but for the first time in weeks feeling as if someone cared. I smiled as I thought of whom that someone was. My arch enemy spent eight hours last night wiping away my tears. There was more to him than I expected.

Still there was the problem of Donald. I still wanted a divorce of course, but I was scared. Hawkeye said that he would talk to Donald for me but I felt that I needed to do that for myself. I sighed. What on earth was I going to do? I stood up slowly and walked to my locker. I opened the door to grab my shirt and I smiled as I saw…

Margaret jumped as she heard a knock on the door. "Come in." She called. Her four year old son, Danny, bounced in the room.

"Mommy," he whined, "Daddy says I have to go to bed now! I don't wanna go to bed!"

"Danny, hush. Because of the party we agreed you could stay up until nine. It's nine forty-five now and your going to bed!" Margaret lightened her tone and smiled. Come here and give me a kiss goodnight. The child walked toward his mother and climbed onto her lap. He placed a wet, sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"Night Mommy, I love you."

"I love you too Danny." The small boy climbed down and walked toward the door. Pausing as he walked out.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Daddy told me to tell you Happy Annservary." Margaret laughed at her son's face as he tried to pronounce the difficult word.

"Do you mean anniversary?" She asked him.

"Yeah, that's it!" The boy said exuberantly. "Night Mommy." He said again, smiling sweetly.

"Good night Danny." She watched as her son closed the door behind him listening as he pounded down the stairs. She smiled. She loved her family so much.