A/N: I'm so happy! "Crash" was just posted on Best Care Anywhere. Yaay, my writing's in two places now! It's titled "Together (?)" on there, simply because the title "Crash" didn't come into my mind until this arrived on

And now, on with the continuing saga...

I learned something.

Calla's room is freezing cold.

"Calla," I hissed.

"Hrmmmmmmmm?" she moaned.

"Calla!" I whispered, a little louder.

"What?" She jumped.

"I'm going to find somewhere else to sleep," I said.

"You wake me up at two A.M. to tell me THAT?" she demanded. "Go. Sleep. Shoo."

I grabbed my blanket and made my way into MY bedroom, where Elliot was snoring. (All right, I may snore, but at least I'm not THAT loud.)

No way could I sleep in a room filled with that much racket.

Mother and Father's room, while perhaps warmer, had very little room for me, unless I slept under the bed.

And Hawkeye's room was...well, it was out. Plain and simple.

So, I went downstairs and flopped onto the couch, not bothering to turn on a light.

Well, I THOUGHT it was onto the couch.

"Augh!" I screamed, as I leaped up. A human figure had been laying on the couch--obviously a human figure that DID NOT SNORE.

A very familiar voice began to laugh.

"Hawkeye!" I shouted, but quickly lowered my voice. Why are you down here?"

"I couldn't sleep," he said. "You must have had some strong wind, because the lights went out." As I tried to flick on a lamp, I discovered he was right.

"But why were you down here in the first place?"

"I had to use the latrine."

I shook my head. "There's a bathroom upstairs."

"What if your mother was in there?"

I found my way over to an armchair. "It's freezing in Calla's room."

"It's nice and warm over here," Hawkeye said suggestively.

"Thanks, but I have a blanket."

There was some uncomfortable silence.

"All right, if you're not going to say it, I am," Hawkeye said finally. "Now that we're under the same roof-"

"For a week," I put in.

"For a week, we're going to have to talk about the divorce sometime," he continued. "Divorce. Who would ever believe that I, the great Casanova of the 4077th would be married and divorced in less than a year?"

"If we had stayed together, I wonder what we'd be doing right now," I mused. As Hawkeye began to chuckle, I groaned. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Sorry, but it's taken up permanent residence there."

I stood up. "And I am going to take permanent residence in a chair as far away from you as I can possibly get," I said. "Goodnight, Captain Pierce."

"Goodnight, Captain Waters."

A/N: Pretty short chapter, butI wanted to work this in somehow. It's gone through half a dozen rewrites. Unlike "Crash," I know where this is going.