Ok people. I have written chapter 5 of this little story. I hope you all like it. The cliffhanger had to be there because writing would not have been much fun. Enjoy :-)

THE SWAMP THAT NIGHT

While the camp was asleep, Hawkeye kept tossing and turning in his cot. He was nervous to say the least. Now he had to think of the most beautiful apology ever in order to keep Margaret. He knew one thing. He did not want to lose her. 'What am I gonna say to her? I'm the one who ran away in a panic. Do I just tell her I love her? Will that solve it? I highly doubt it. I have to do everything right.' When Hawkeye was satisfied that he could in fact have Margaret, he fell into a restless sleep.

MARGARET'S TENT THAT NIGHT

Margaret lay on her bed, waiting for Hawkeye to show up. She loved him, she couldn't help it. She just wanted him to walk into her tent, apologise and accept her as his… girlfriend? 'Girlfriend, it sounds like we're in high school. What would I be? His partner? We're too old for the girlfriend and boyfriend thing…' With these thoughts, she fell asleep.

0500 THE NEXT MORNING

Hawkeye woke up after a terrible nights sleep. He couldn't waste anymore time. He had to get Margaret to forgive him. He had to prove that he loved her and trusted her completely. 'What am I gonna do?'

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He had an idea. He knew it was a bit cheesy, but it would get the point across. Firstly, he needed Klinger's help…

0600 IN MARGARET'S TENT

Margaret's light snoring was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"Ma'am, it's Corporal Klinger. You're needed in Post-Op. One of the nurses has come down with something and they need you to take her place."

"Very well Klinger, I'll be there in a few minutes." Margaret got dressed ands left for Post-Op.

While this was happening, Hawkeye was watching from the Swamp. He needed Margaret to leave her tent so he could set up his apology. With Klinger's help, he had gotten everything he needed very quickly. Hawkeye had to trade all his nudist magazines as well as his magnifying glass for these. He didn't care. He just cared about Margaret.

IN MARGARET'S TENT AFTER SHE LEFT FOR POST-OP

Hawkeye busily put everything in place. He had managed to get the first chopper of the day to take his requests to camp. No one suspected a thing because that chopper also brought the mail.

Hawkeye set up Margaret's table inside the tent with candles and REAL food. He knew Margaret wasn't too keen on meat so he got steamed vegetables and rice. He 'borrowed' some of Charles' quality champagne as well as one of his records. It was a Bach recording. He wanted something sweet. 'Everything in here is done, now it's time for outside.'

Klinger had managed to get Hawkeye some flowers. They were fresh and colourful. Hawkeye thought when he first saw them. 'Much like Margaret's personality, colourful.' He smiled at this.

He put a bouquet of the flowers with a note on the table. He, however, kept some petals to do something rather unusual, never before seen at the MASH unit. He spread the petals from Post-Op to Margaret's tent. Now he just needed Klinger to call her out.

POST-OP

Post-Op was short staffed (only because Klinger told Able to get ready to go to Seoul to get supplies), so Margaret's presence was welcomed. As she was checking a young soldier's BP, Klinger walked in.

"Major, you need to come outside. Colonel Potter wants to see you. He's in his tent."

"Ok Klinger, let me just finish this BP and then I'll go." Margaret wrote the last of the information on the boy's chart, grabbed her jacket and stepped outside.

"Oh my God Klinger, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean Major?"

Margaret looked at the ground and saw petals. They were headed toward her tent. "I mean, why are there petals that go to my tent?"

"I don't know Major, but why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"I will, Corporal, I will." With this, Margaret ran to her tent.

As soon as she opened the door she saw the table candlelit and with food that WASN'T from the Mess Tent. She couldn't speak. She also saw the flowers. She picked them up, smelt them and read the note:

"Margaret,

Look at your cot."

After reading this, she looked toward her bed and saw Hawkeye sitting there. He was cleanly shaven and he was wearing his tuxedo. Margaret couldn't help but smile.

"Hawkeye…" Hawkeye put his finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet.

"Margaret, let me speak. I'm sorry about how I reacted. I just never thought that you felt the same way. I'm not good enough for you and not to mention the fact that your father hates me. I just want you to know that I love you too."

Margaret was crying. 'I've been doing too much crying lately, haven't I?' She thought.

"Margaret, are you alright?" Hawkeye looked concerned.

"I don't know whether to hit you or forgive you for your idiotic behaviour… I guess I can forgive you."

Suddenly Margaret looked at herself. "Hawkeye, I'm a mess. I'm wearing my fatigues when you're wearing a tuxedo! I can't be here like this."

"Margaret you look beautiful, but if you want to change into a nice dress that I saw in your closet, you can. I might even be able to help you." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'll change, but you can't be in here."

"I can't walk around camp in a tuxedo!"

"Why not, you walked around camp naked once!"

"You saw that?" Hawkeye was shocked that she hadn't reported him.

"I did… and I know you're thinking why I didn't report you. Well, I let you get a reaction from the camp. I knew someone would notice and you'd be embarrassed. At that time I finally learnt that military discipline isn't something you respond to. Humiliation is." Margaret smiled evilly.

"Margaret, you evil woman. Ok, I'll leave. How long do you need?"

"Maybe 20 minutes."

"I'll be back then. I think I'll just go back to the Swamp so people don't see me like this." Hawkeye smiled and walked out.

Margaret began getting changed…

20 MINUTES LATER

"Margaret, it's Hawkeye. Are you ready yet?"

"Come in Hawkeye."

"Wow, Margaret. You look fantastic!" She was wearing a low cut lilac dress. It wasn't the dress Hawkeye had seen in the closet.

"Where did you get the dress?"

"It was in my footlocker. I bought it in the States before we got shipped here. I wanted a reminder of home… I'm glad you like it."

"I love it. Your hair is up and you're wearing make up! How did you do that so quickly?"

"Hawkeye, I'm in the Army. I've learned to do everything quickly."

"I hope you don't mean EVERYTHING." Hawkeye pouted.

Margaret had to laugh. "No, I just meant preparation-wise."

Hawkeye seemed to relax. "My lady, will you take your seat?"

Margaret sat down and looked carefully at the food.

"Hawkeye, are we going to eat steamed vegetables and rice at this time of the day? It's breakfast!"

"Would you rather eat what the Mess Tent has to offer?"

"No, I guess not. Where did you get this stuff?"

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth Margaret. Just enjoy the taste."

After they began to eat Margaret kept looking at Hawkeye carefully. He looked happy for the first time and she was happy that she was causing him to feel like this.

Hawkeye was thinking the same thing about Margaret. He saw a genuine smile in her lips that he had never really seen before. He liked this woman. No, he loved this woman. He liked making her feel happy. He could get used to it as a full time job. 'Hawkeye Pierce, settle down? Who would've thought?' Hawkeye questioned himself.

After they ate all the food, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Margaret, I know you struggle with your emotions and everything. So do I. I promise that I will not hurt you. You've been hurt enough for one lifetime. You need someone who loves you unconditionally. I love you that way."

"Hawkeye. I love you. That's all that matters now." She smiled brightly.

"Margaret, may I kiss you?"

"Of course Hawkeye. After all, we've just told each other that we're in love. It's the least you could do really."

The couple then kissed.

Hawkeye, as usual, had to joke. "What do you mean the least I could do? You want more? Ok."

Margaret laughed. "I do, but not now. Stop joking and kiss me Pierce. That's an order."

"That's an order I can follow."

THE END

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