"So when did this problem first begin?"
"Two days ago."
Dr. Borsi sighed and gave Hawkeye an annoyed look. "Your MARITAL problem."
"What problem?" asked Hawkeye innocently. "We've been married for sixteen years."
The dark haired woman adjusted her pink and white sundress. "Dr. Pierce."
"Dr. Borsi. Well, I guess we know each other's names now, I'm going to go get some coffee." Hawkeye stood up, but I pulled him back to a sitting position.
Tapping her pink fingernails on the desk, Dr. Borsi narrowed her eyes. "Pierce, you've been a pain ever since you were born."
"You're certainly old enough to remember that," Hawkeye said.
Dr. Borsi raised an eyebrow. "I'm beginning to see what happened." She wrote something on her legal pad. "You had eyes for a girl with a fantastic figure who walked into your MASH unit. A one night stand, she's pregnant, and she forces you to get married to her. When you get home, she gets a speedy divorce because she's found somone better."
"Anything else, Perry Mason?" Calla asked coldly, rising.
"Look, DOCTOR--and I use that term loosely--I didn't ask for this game of psychiatry twenty questions. The only reason I'm here is because the town of Crabapple Cove won't let me sign the papers that I wanted to fifteen years ago!"
He stood up. "Good day, Dr. Borsi."
As he left the room, he grabbed me by the waist, Calla being already out the door.
"Oh yeah," added Hawkeye, poking his head back in the room. "If I ever get within reach of you with a sharp object, you'd better watch it."
"Hawkeye," I began as we walked out into the bright sunshine.
"Yes?" he asked.
"You were..." I trailed off.
"Rude? Callous? Uncouth? Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I accept cash and personal checks."
"No." I shook my head. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I wanted a divorce."
"I wonder why you did too. Look at this body."
I rolled my eyes. "Modesty's your best quality, Hawk."
Calla and Margaret were staring at us, wide-eyed.
"What?" I asked.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that you were married," said Margaret. "I mean, MARRIED married."
"We might be if we don't complete these sessions," I told her.
"You can go back if you want," Hawkeye said. "I don't give a damn if she does have a degree, I'm not going back into that office."
"Neither am I," Calla put in firmly.
"Well, I can't very well do marriage counseling by myself," I said. "Let's go; we'll figure out what we'll do at home."
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Dear Elliot,
Two weeks (to the day) that Daniel died. It feels like forever since I first met Hawkeye in Sioux Falls. I don't mind it in Maine. Crabapple Cove's almost like Stockton (except the nearest body of water we have is the lake).
How're Mom and Dad doing? They called
There was a bang on the door to my room and I jumped. "What?"
"It's your husband."
I pulled on my cream-colored robe and opened the door. "This is so old-fashioned. The married couple doesn't even sleep inthe same room."
"We could change that, you know." Hawkeye stepped into the room and shut the door. "We need to talk."
"Just talk?" I asked suspiciously.
"I swear on my Hawaiian shirt."
I gave him a small smile. "All right, sit down."
We both did--me on the bed, him on the desk chair.
Before he could open his mouth, the lock on the door clicked, and Hawkeye and I looked at each other in surprise.
"Margaret left this morning," I began slowly.
"Calla's snoring her head off," continued Hawkeye.
"And if Grace has any sanity left in her she wouldn't lock us in a room together," I said.
I got up and tried to pull open the door.
It wouldn't budge.
Usually I don't go for the supernatural when something out of the ordinary happens, but with the things that had gone on in the past two weeks, I broke out into a cold sweat.
"It's locked!" Hawkeye hit the door.
"Has this happened before?" I wondered.
Hawkeye shook his head. "For now" (a mischevious grin spread over his face) "let's make the best of it."
And suddenly, I didn't want to resist.
So I didn't.
A/N: It had to happen! Will Hawk and Jaclyn stay together, or will they go seperate ways? (Dun dun dunnnn...)