Chris's breath hitched as they started moving, Sophie was at the front of the convoy with Chris and the Colonel in the saddle, behind them two trucks with personnel, after that rode an ambulance with the wounded soldiers, and the supply trucks rode after that.

The cab Radar was talking about earlier was more of a bicycle cart than a vehicle so the rack with the Klinger collection was bound to it. Klinger ran after his collection while he held on to Radars goat, who ended the convoy, running behind them.

The explosions sounded a lot closer now as Chris saw with his teary blurred vision that his dad got further away. He saw that Radar was also staying behind and his heart felt broken. His fear made him numb from anything around him, he only noticed the rising panic brewing inside of him.

This was not okay, nothing about this was okay. He needed to get off this horse and fast, but the Colonel had his arm around his waist and he couldn't sneak away like that.

They rode for a while, normally Chris loved riding with the Colonel on Sophie, but now he hated every second of it. With every step, they only got further away and he still hadn't seen any opportunity to escape. He also didn't know how long they drove, but he tried to remember the direction they went so he could find his way back. It shouldn't be too difficult as they left a big trail of tire tracks and hoof prints behind.

After a while they neared an old abandoned schoolhouse and stopped, the Colonel called out "Halt! Convoy, halt!" making everyone stop.

The Colonel first gave some commands to Burns, to be in charge of setting up camp, before he dismounted. He lifted Chris out of the saddle as he said. "Come on now, son, you're shaking like a leaf, "

The Colonel put the child on the ground and held him steady.

"Let's get you calmed down a bit, it's going to be okay,"

Chris didn't say anything, he didn't feel like talking, and his panic made it difficult to focus. He needed to go find his dad now! He just felt like something terrible had happened to him. It kept nagging in his mind, he needed to find and stay with his dad.

He looked around discreetly thinking about the best escape route, but the Colonel had a firm hold of his shoulder as he guided them to the building.

In his subconscious mind, Chris knew it was his fear talking and not his common sense, and that he shouldn't run blindly into enemy territory but he was too panicky right now to think clearly, and the nagging feeling was almost unbearable.

The Colonel held on to Chris while Francis started on a blessing for the building, Chris felt numb except for his raging panic, he simply hadn't room inside his head for other emotions and thoughts, and he couldn't even understand the priest clearly. Frank didn't make things easier by repeating the lines the priest said loudly to the rest of the convoy. After the second line, the Colonel snapped to the man to be quiet. The Colonel didn't look happy, his eyes bulged out, and veins pulsed on his forehead.

Chris watched the street from the corner of his eye, simply waiting for the right moment. His fear urged him on.

After the prayer, The Colonel who still had his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided Chris to the door, BJ followed them but they all stopped as they heard the sound of giggling. It sounded like several women were behind the door.

The Colonel turned towards BJ as he asked. "Was that you?"

"I haven't giggled since my wedding night," BJ replied.

The Colonel knocked on the door and a solid wood shutter opened revealing a woman with several others behind her. The girls giggled as they eyed the two Joes.

The two introduced themselves to the ladies but the madam just said, "No appointments" and closed the shutter.

"No appointments? What does she mean with no appointments?" The Colonel asked the other man.

BJ just shrugged and knocked again, this time the woman opened the door and said "Sorry, everybody tired, big night last night. " and she closed the door again.

"Now would you please come out here, madam?" The Colonel insisted, he still had his hand on the child's shoulder, and he refused to lose the boy. But he was losing his patience.

"I think you hit it right on the head. " BJ said

"What's that supposed to mean? "

"Madam. And the others are her ladies of the evening or afternoon or morning as the case may be. " BJ explained.

Potter covered Chris's ears before he said. "Concubines? In a schoolhouse?"

BJ chuckled, "They have to learn someplace."

Potter felt his anger rise and his patience slip a little as he knocked again and demanded that the ladies got out. He even name-dropped a high-ranking general but the woman seemed to recognize that name which made BJ burst out into laughter.

Potter shook his head, this was making things harder than they should be. And of course, if things don't go as planned it will only get worse, this proved to be the truth as Burns walked up whistling aggressively with his whistle. That whistle was getting on his nerves, just like the man blowing it.

The Colonel glared at Frank but the man seemed oblivious to the Colonel's irritation and asked why people were living there. They tried to explain it to the man subtly but Frank didn't understand, so BJ just told him this was a brothel.

Frank gasped and looked disgusted by that, he immediately wanted to remove them with army force and started blowing loudly his irritating whistle again almost in the Colonel's face which was the last drop of the Colonel's patience as he let go of Chris and snatched the whistle away from the man, this time the Colonel looked even angrier, his face turning red as he held the whistle in front of Frank's face and yelled: "CONFISCATED!"

Chris made slowly some steps backward, he knew that fast movement would attract the attention of the man.

The Colonel told Burns to go back to work and the man sadly walked away mumbling over his whistle. Potter then turned towards the ladies, not noticing the small boy slowly reaching the corner of the building and sneaking around it.

There weren't a lot of hiding places after he made it past the building but most personnel weren't paying attention as everyone was busy setting up camp. He still decided to take the longer safer route around most people, this way he had less chance to get found but it was further away from the road he needed to follow.

With the building blocking everyone's view, Chris ran towards the vegetation and entered the bushes trying to stay hidden. It wasn't a forest but it offered enough coverage for the small boy to get past the people. He was glad he was camouflaged, his dad gave him one of his old shirts to wear, it was a bit too big for him, but it smelled like his dad and that helped a lot.

He didn't know how long he walked, but he still couldn't find the road he was supposed to follow, which was strange, maybe he took too much of a detour trying to avoid everyone. The small boy realized he was sort of lost, and the loud explosions around him didn't help any. He kept moving in the direction he thought was the good one and hoped for the best.

After a couple of minutes, he heard something. He stopped and listened, it sounded like his name was being shouted, it sounded far away so he moved a little bit closer to the sound.

He wouldn't show himself as he didn't plan on stopping his attempt to get back to his dad, but if the person knew his name, it was someone from the 4077th and that person must be near the road.

He moved forward, slow and steady making almost no sound, and followed the direction of where the sound was coming from, what slowly started to sound like Colonel Potter.

BANG*

The loud explosion shook the ground and Chris grabbed hold of the nearest tree to keep himself from falling. He was so scared right now, that it took all his effort to not run blindly in the direction his dad should be. There were enemy soldiers everywhere and that would be a fatal mistake. A running target would be shot without question.

He heard the Colonel from far away cursing, Sophie sounded terribly upset as well, he heard her neigh wildly and heard the sound of panicked hoofs stepping in circles.

Chris still felt like his dad was hurt or dying at the moment, it was probably just his fears that made him feel that way, but he needed to be sure. Otherwise, he would've jumped at the chance to go with the Colonel. He hated bombs and was terrified right now, he couldn't stop shaking.

Potter called again but got interrupted by a loud explosion, this one was more near the Colonel than Chris. After the silence returned and the shaking of the ground stopped, Chris heard Sophie's hoofs on the dirt road, she was galloping very fast in the direction from where they came.

Chris followed the sound with wide eyes, now he knew clearly which way he should go. He hoped the Colonel was on that horse, and not alone somewhere on the road.

The small boy almost forgot to breathe as finally, the road came into view. He stayed in the bushes hidden from anyone as he looked left and right, but no one was out there, so the Colonel must be okay. He at least hoped the man was, it was his fault the man was there in the first place. On a subconscious level, he knew this was a stupid and dangerous choice he made, but his panic made it difficult to think, he just knew he needed his dad, and he refused to leave the man, especially when there was danger.

With the road on his right, he finally knew how to get back, but now he hoped he would make it before it got dark. Which judging by the sun would be in an hour, maybe an hour and a half.

Chris froze at the spot, he heard something. He quickly ducked behind an overhanging tree. He waited and listened closely to what he thought were Koreans speaking to each other. The boy's breath sped up a little, but he managed to keep his control. He needed to get back as fast as possible, and as quiet as possible, without being seen.

After he waited for a while the voices drifted off, now they sounded far enough for Chris to be able to keep walking by unnoticed, so he slowly made his way forwards again, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The voices sounded behind him now, and they got further and further away, and he slowly released a deep breath. He couldn't stop his trembling, and right now he acted more out of intuition than common sense, but he managed to stay hidden.

Christopher crept slowly through the foliage, he was so tired and he wasn't near anything he even remotely recognized. Not that he was seeing much, the sun was down now and everything was pitch black. Which made this so much more difficult, and a lot scarier.

He is still following the road and once in a while he sneaks on it to feel the tire tracks, they were still there so he hoped he was walking in the right direction. He felt like he needed to hurry, the most awful thought came into his mind. Telling him Hawkeye was dead by now, dead or captured. But from experience, he knew that he needed to do this carefully and take his time.

The road led him through a field of high grass. Chris wished he knew if they passed this field on their way over, but he couldn't remember, he didn't pay enough attention to the scenery. But the road was still there, so he followed.

Before he entered the field he looked at the stars, to decide where he was and which direction he should take to follow the road, as the grass was too high and too thick to look through. Between the explosions and some wild animals, it was relatively quiet. The tall grass made more sound than he liked but it did cover him completely. He just couldn't see anything else besides it, and that was dangerous, dangerous, and lonely, which reminded the child of some of his nightmares.

He walked carefully through the long grass, making sure he listened as well, you could hear people before you saw them, so he stayed alert. The field seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight, it was pitch dark and the boy was hoping he walked in the right direction. Looking up at the sky as that was his only way of knowing if he was still walking the right way.

He slowly pushed the tall grass out of his face and took a step. The moment his feet touched the ground he froze, someone was right in front of him. It was too dark to see him clearly but it was a clear silhouette of a man.

Chris held his breath, he couldn't run, then the man would shoot him without thinking a second thought. The man seemed to freeze as well for a second before he grabbed his gun and pointed. Chris couldn't see anything except the movement the silhouette made, but those movements were clear, he was pointing a weapon straight at him.

Chris stayed completely frozen to the spot, he couldn't run, he couldn't even slowly back away, there was only a thin layer of grass between them. He couldn't see anything so he hoped the silhouette had the same problem. They stayed like that for several minutes, nobody dared to move.

After a while Chris noticed the silhouette moving slowly, the man knew this game well, it was probably the reason he was still alive. Chris saw the man move and it sounded like he wanted to light a lighter, probably to see what was in front of him.

The sound of it sounded louder than the child ever heard a lighter. After a couple of nervous tries, the lighter flared to life and for a second there Chris saw the North Korean soldier clearly. He was about Radar's age and looked like he had seen a ghost.

The man his eyes got big and he gasped, he mumbled " 유령 " (Ghost) and dropped his lighter on the ground. Quickly some of the tall grass caught fire and the Korean man had no other choice than to desperately try to extinguish the flames. Otherwise, everything will burn quickly, it was a long field of dry grass.

Chris didn't wait any longer, he knew a perfect opportunity to escape when he saw one. He steadily and slowly stepped away.

He was already several steps away as the Korean man finally stopped hitting the grass, and Chris couldn't see any light coming from that direction. He could still hear the man mumbling the same word over and over again frantically as the small boy sneaked further away.

He walked for a while and finally found his way out of that field. Chris sighed relieved as the road was still there, and he could even feel the tire tracks and some hoof prints. He moved on, still next to the road as he tried to stay hidden. Nothing was happening except the bombings now and then, and he even heard several gunshots but kept walking, following the road.

It felt like he walked for hours, but he couldn't be sure of that, but he finally started to recognize the area around him, and that filled him with relief, he was close by.

He had been worried for a while now, worried that he was lost and was following the wrong road, but the road curved and the foliage opened up into the empty campsite of the MASH 4077th.

Chris released a shaky breath as he moved forward to the O.R building. He didn't knock, he was just too tired to think about it and he needed his dad so he just walked in.

The moment the door opened, he heard a startled scream from Radar, he pushed the door open and saw Radar plastered to the wall, clutching his chest, and looked at the boy with big eyes. "You scared me! Chris, what are you doing here? "

Hawkeye was next to him in seconds. "Chris!" The man grabbed the child's shoulders and looked with wide eyes full of fear and worry into the big blue eyes of his son. "What are you doing here? Did you just walk all the way over here?! "

Chris didn't react much, which worried the doctor. His son seemed to be in shock or something like that. Hawkeye put his hand on the boy's cheek gently "Hey, are you alright? You guys didn't run into trouble, right? Is something wrong?"

Chris slowly began to realize his dad was right in front of him. His panic slowly subsided as he looked into those gray worried eyes. He knows those eyes, he trusted those eyes. His blue ones started to water as all the emotions slowly came back to him, he was so scared earlier, and now he felt so relieved to see his dad finally standing in front of him.

The boy's underlip trembled as he whispered. "Dad?" His dad let out a deep sigh as he hugged Chris tightly. Chris didn't do anything at first but after a while, he hugged his dad back and started sobbing softly.

They stayed like this for a few seconds before Hawkeye pulled apart and began checking him out for injuries. He seemed fine except for some scratches and bruises. Radar handed the doctor his doctor's bag, and Hawkeye quickly made sure every scratch he could see at this moment was cleaned. He would check him out more thoroughly later if they would ever get out of here alive.

After the wounds were cleaned Hawkeye placed a hand on Chris's chin and raised the child's face to make him look into his eyes. Hawkeye needed answers no matter how upset Chris was. "You okay? What happened" He asked calmly.

"Is the rest okay? Did something happen?" Margeret asked with concern. Radar started pacing nervously, mumbling that something must be wrong.

Chris realized that he had to tell his dad, he just walked off at the first chance he got, without a good reason, as the rest of the 4077th was fine. He knew his dad would be furious! Chris couldn't look at the man so he buried his face in the man's upper belly and held him tight.

"Christopher! I do expect an answer." Hawkeye said sternly, but he let Chris hide. The boy sighed sadly as he collected all his courage as he mumbled "E-Everyone i-is fine, I just... s-sneaked away."

It was barely a whisper and Hawkeye had to listen very carefully before he understood. But the moment he realized what the child said, he felt his anger rise. The boy must've felt it too as he grabbed his dad's waist tighter and tried to bury his face even closer.

Hawkeye reached over the boy in his embrace and slapped the small backside hard.

Chris let out something between a squeak and a sob as his hands released his dad's waist and flew to his bottom. He looked at his dad with wide sad eyes as he tried to step away.

Hawkeye didn't like that as he grabbed his son's bicep and pulled him back to stand in front of him. He gave his son a stern look.

Chris looked at the angry and highly disappointed eyes of his dad, he saw the hurt in them as well, and it broke the child's heart. His butt hurts a lot also but seeing that hurt expression was much worse.

"Are you telling me that you just decided to walk back? Through enemy territory?!" Hawkeye demanded. He glared down at his son.

"You could've died! You had no right taking that risk."

"Pierce, now is not the time to shout! " Margeret snapped. Hawkeye glared at her before putting his attention back to his son.

She was right of course, but his emotions were raging, he was so angry, disappointed, and hurt right now, if there weren't any enemies around them and they weren't in the middle of a war, he wouldn't have hesitated to put his son over his knee right now, but they were in the middle of a war and they should be very careful about every sound they made. His anger should wait, even though he was fuming.

Chris looked up at his father with wide eyes.

"D-Dad… I-I'm s-s-sorry…" His voice was barely audible, his lower lip trembling and he let out a soft sob. He knew it was stupid what he did, but he couldn't help it.

Hawkeye softened a bit and sighed. "We'll talk about this later." If there ever is going to be a later, that is. His son didn't understand how dangerous the situation was. Hawkeye was so angry at the moment, but getting angry now wouldn't solve anything. And if they died tonight or tomorrow, he didn't want the last moments together to be on bad terms. His little boy needed him right now, and that was all that was important. Hawkeye sat down on the floor, looking very tired.

Chris quickly followed, he felt like he was walking through mud. His legs were shaking so badly that he could barely stand and his muscles were aching from all the exercise and tension he went through.

He put his arms around his dad's neck and sobbed softly.

"Why didn't you just stay where it's safe? " Hawkeye told his kid softly as he ran his hand through his son's hair. He felt terrible, the enemy was almost at their front door, and he had thought that at least Chris was safe.

Chris sniffed softly, wiping his eyes. "I-I-I was s-scared"

Hawkeye resisted the urge to deliver another harsh tap on his son's backside. Like this situation right now wasn't scary. He was in more danger now than if he stayed where he was.

"The Colonel must've been so worried right now. " Radar mumbled.

Bang!*

A loud explosion nearby shook the building, sending dust flying and causing everyone in the O.R to jump slightly.

Margaret quickly checked out the patient, making sure that he didn't get moved too much. The patient thankfully was fine and was recovering nicely. The man even had some movement back, which was a very good sign for a complete recovery.

All they could do now was wait, Radar sat down as well next to Hawkeye and the crying boy. They sat like that for a couple of minutes, just listening to the bombs in the distance, some were closer than others but most stayed at a safe distance.

Radar looked over at Chris who was slowly falling asleep at the moment and asked. "So you just walked all the way over here? Weren't you scared? There are North Korean soldiers out there."

Chris nodded, "I was! But he looked more scared than me. " The sleepy child mumbled.

"Who? " Hawkeye asked a bit shocked "Chris, who looked scared too?"

Chris didn't answer and Hawkeye noticed the boy had fallen asleep, he could hear the deep slow breathing. He looked at the young boy, his blonde hair was messy, sticking to his face, and there was a light dusting of freckles across his nose. His shirt was torn a bit, but nothing too bad.

Hawkeye sighed but decided to let Chris sleep. He would get his answer later, he needed to calm down, his nerves were going crazy, and there was nothing he could do but wait.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep, but Margeret woke him a couple of hours later, so he could take over from here. He groaned as he sat up. Chris stirred and mumbled something in Dutch, so Hawkeye gently moved the sleeping boy towards the sleeping clerk. Chris yawned as he attached himself like a monkey on Radar's arm and fell back to sleep.

Margeret smiled warmly at the sight, and Hawkeye chuckled as he got up.

The patient was doing fine and he waited as long as it took until morning light streamed through the window. Hawkeye woke up the three sleeping people. The chopper for the patient would be arriving soon and they needed to be ready.

Radar adjusted his glasses as he mumbled, "I'm awake" his hair was sticking out and he looked like he was still sleeping, but he managed to get up. Chris yawned widely but got up without complaints.

First, they needed to put the wounded man on the jeep and drive very carefully to the place where the chopper would land. Thankfully the chopper arrived on time, and they got the patient gently and safely on it.

Hawkeye tells the pilot to give the patient a smooth ride before the chopper takes off.

They quickly climb into a jeep, ready to ride off to catch up with the rest of the unit. Hawkeye stops in the middle of the camp, remembering how much they all went through there together. How many people they operated on in this camp, he felt a bit sad leaving it behind.

"You should be proud," Margeret said. Hawkeye smiled. "You too," he said before he kissed her on her cheek. Making her smile as well.

"We should better get going," she said.

Don't you notice anything? Hawkeye asked.

"What? " Radar asked, sounding very nervous.

"No shelling. No more machine gun fire. " Hawkeye said as he looked around him. Chris let out a nervous hum before he grabbed hold of the back of his dad's shirt. He just needed something to hold him close to his dad.

"That's spooky." Margeret said, "let's get outta here."

She sounded very upset as well so Hawkeye tries to start the jeep up again, but it won't turn over. "What now? "

Radar jumped out of the jeep to look under the hood, but the moment he got the hood open he stopped and seemed to listen to something.

"What?" Hawkeye asked, you could always trust the clerk's hearing, he was always right.

"Holy moly, it sounds like there's a whole battalion coming down the road. "

"I'm gonna be ravaged, I just know it," Margeret said distraught.

"Tell them you're with me." Hawkeye tried making the mood lighter but this was not a good sign, and he was terrified. Chris was holding on to his dad as he trembled but held silent.

"They're getting closer!" Radar's voice sounded twice as high as normal.

"Let's get outta here!" Hawkeye said and they all jumped out of the jeep and hid behind the O.R building. It wasn't a good hiding spot but it was all they had at the moment. Chris's heart was pounding in his chest, he was so nervous and too afraid to let go of Hawkeye's hand, as he was hiding behind the man.

This was just like something straight from his nightmares. He could see how the others were feeling scared too. They were all tense, their eyes darting around them as if expecting to be attacked any second.

Hawkeye pushed Chris more behind him as he watched the direction where the sound was coming from, it was getting closer and closer.

Then he saw something, he held his breath as he watched something emerge from behind the trees. He released his breath as he recognized Sophie, and in the saddle sat Colonel Potter.

He felt immensely relieved, everything was going to be okay.

"Hey!" Hawkeye shouted, waving his arms. Radar and Margeret joined in shouting happily as they recognized the personnel from the 4077th.

Colonel Potter seemed very relieved to see his personnel as well and also very glad to see Chris, he had worried sick all night about the boy, but as the boy came nearer his anger rose.

"YOU! " the Colonel yelled while he pointed to Chris, who froze at the spot, with wide eyes. "What were you thinking?!" the man hollered, he looked livid, his eyes were bulging and his face was red.

"Ohh boy" Radar mumbled nervously before he quickly headed over to his goat, making sure he was okay.

Chris took a shaky breath and quickly stepped back into his dad, who stood behind him. Tears sprung in his eyes as he watched the older man, the Colonel must hate him by now. The little boy sniffled and tried to move out of the Colonel's sight but Hawkeye held him in place and wouldn't let him hide.

Hawkeye held his arm firmly around the child's chest as Chris leaned into him. He decided his son deserved a good tongue lashing for worrying the Colonel, and he wasn't going to say anything, this was between Chris and the man.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Are you crazier than a run-over chicken? " The Colonel shouted" It's a miracle you're still alive! You should praise your lucky stars. I'm not your father or I would've already had you in the woodshed for a solid whuppin'. "

Chris started sobbing, he wanted the man to stop screaming at him, it scared him, and he was already feeling guilty. He liked the Colonel, and he hated that he disappointed the man.

"Well? Is that clear for you!? " The Colonel yelled and Chris flinched at the harsh tone. The Colonel's voice sounded far too angry for the boy's liking.

"S-S-Sorry s-sir. It w-w-won't happen again." the boy said quietly. He felt his father's grip on him tighten as he heard the boy's apology. Hawkeye knew that the boy meant it, but that doesn't change the fact that he still ran off, he still needed to be punished.

Chris was shaking so much and Hawkeye was starting to get worried about his health, his heart was beating way too fast and he looked a bit ashen.

"I'll handle it, colonel," he said, the Colonel looked at him and nodded.

"Make sure that you do! " He gave the child a stern look before he stirred the convoy into moving again.

Hawkeye moved his hands up and down over the boy's shoulders, trying to comfort him. Chris did recover a lot faster after being scared than he did when he first found him. His healthy complexion was back, and the shaking was already a lot less severe.

It took about a couple of hours for everyone to put the camp back together. They were all pretty worn out after everything was back in place and thankfully it seemed like nothing was lost.

Chris was telling about yesterday and answered his dad's questions about last night. He had unpacked Wally and some of his writing stuff, the boy had several little notebooks he started carrying around, and he kept writing in them randomly. Hawkeye thought it was adorable but it was a bit odd, or at least he had never known a kid who would be very happy with a notebook as a present but Chris seemed to love them.

After he told his dad everything, the man seemed even angrier than before, making Chris very nervous. He moved around the tent helping to put everything in its right place, but his hands were shaking which made him drop stuff constantly. He had dropped Wally two times already and four times he bumped into things, knocking stuff over.

BJ again was fixing the still as he threw sympathetic looks towards the boy every time Chris dropped something.

Hawkeye felt for his son, he loved his kid so much, but he wasn't going easy on him either, the boy just told him, he stood face to face with a Korean soldier yesterday and it scared him immensely. And aside from jumping out of a chopper, this was one of the more dangerous things he had done. But almost running into a minefield was also high on the list, the list that kept getting longer if Hawkeye didn't stop his behavior.

It was only when everything was back in place and the Swamp was back as it was before that everything started to take its toll on everyone else. Hawkeye, having been up most of the day and last night, wanted to sleep as soon as possible. But first, he needed to spank his kid.

BJ was on his cot already sound asleep, Hawkeye sat on his cot and sighed as he put his head in his hands. He hated this, especially in front of others, but it didn't feel right to wake the sleeping doctor.

Hawkeye glanced at his son, Chris looked back nervously with big wide eyes, waiting for his dad to call him over.

"Christopher" Hawkeye started, Chris's eyes got bigger and he shook his head quickly, he knew what was coming and he wasn't ready for it.

Hawkeye gave him a stern look, he wanted to be done already. "Fetch the slipper."

Those three little words made tears sprung to the corners of the boy's eyes, Chris quickly wiped his eyes as he whined. "Paaapaaa!"

"Christopher, now!" Hawkeye snapped.

The boy jumped into action as he went to his trunk and retrieved the hated slipper. Chris sniffled loudly as he looked at the slipper in his hand, that thing was huge, he got up and slowly made his way over to his dad. He knew this was happening no matter how much he hated it. It was better to just listen to his father. He stopped at a safe distance and gave his dad a pleading look.

"Now, Christopher," Hawkeye said, Chris threw a quick glance at the sleeping doctor on the other side of the tent before he made his way closer to his dad. Hawkeye collected the slipper from the boy and positioned Chris between his knees in front of him.

"But papa, BJ is still here! " The boy whispered, his face bright red from embarrassment.

"Yes and it's your behavior that got him so tired in the first place, and I will not wake him up," Hawkeye said. Chris looked completely heartbroken. "P-Please? " he tried again.

Hawkeye reached behind the boy and gave him a firm smack on his behind. Chris let out a nervous hum as eyes filled themselves again, he tried to step away, but Hawkeye pulled him back.

"Young man! Do I need to explain to you that your behavior is not acceptable? What you did was very stupid and very dangerous. You could have died and besides that, you worried everyone yesterday. " Hawkeye snapped, his anger started to rise again, and he was losing his patience with the child. He didn't know how he would get it through the boy's head, this wasn't allowed to happen again.

Chris quickly wiped his eyes as he mumbled, "B-But y-you don't have to p-puni…" Hawkeye interrupted him by giving another harsh smack. "OW! Dad!" Chris whined.

Hawkeye started opening the boy's jeans.

"I don't have to?" Hawkeye said as he smacked again "Did you just seriously say that? Do you think I like spanking you? because I don't! I hate it, but you keep throwing yourself into harm's way."

Hawkeye glared sternly at his son before he said "Young man, this is going the be the last time you will even think about doing something so stupid! I'm gonna make sure you remember this for a long time, you won't sit comfortably for at least three days, is that clear?!" Hawkeye snapped, he was livid with the boy and highly aggravated pulled the boy's pants down.

The boy looked horrified and burned bright red after hearing that, but he didn't get any time to think about it as Hawkeye quickly hailed the child over his lap.

Chris felt his dad lift him higher on his lap and before he knew it, Hawkeye had trapped his legs under his own. His underwear quickly followed his pants down and Chris sniffled as he buried his face in the blanket. He was very proud of himself that he wasn't already crying but he felt terrible at the same time for worrying everyone and getting in this position in the first place. He knew what he did was stupid and dangerous, but he felt like he didn't had any other choice.

"Daaad, please don't!" Chris pleaded, but it only made his dad angrier.

"I cannot believe that you say I don't have to punish you, I will decide if you need to be spanked, understood? " Hawkeye said harshly. "I will make sure you won't do anything so stupid again, even if I have to spank you every day! "

Chris let out a sob as he felt the huge slipper tap his small bare backside," I-I'm s-sorry" He whimpered as he felt the slipper being raised.

Hawkeye brought the slipper down with force, more force than he normally would have used, but he believed he had been too easy on the child, if Chris could still say he didn't have to be punished after doing something so dangerous, he must have.

Chris squeaked and burst into tears as he felt the slipper hit, that dreadful thing almost covered his whole backside. And his whole backside burned just after one slap.

"No no!" he cried, trying to pull himself off his dad's lap, but Hawkeye had his legs locked, and continued attacking the small bottom.

"Ow! Auw! Paapaaaa!" The boy sobbed wildly and started begging and pleading, but the smacks kept raining down with no mercy.

"Please stoooop!!! Da…Ow! Daddy!"

Chris's small hands reached behind him, spreading his fingers wide over his backside to prevent his dad from hitting, but Hawkeye didn't even lose his pace, he just smacked lower into the fleshy part where his legs meet his bottom, making his sit spot burn like fire. His dad continued with fast harsh smacks.

Smack* *whack* *SMACK* *whack*

His son quickly withdrew his hands, but Hawkeye let the slipper hit the child undercurve a couple of times for good measure before he resumed his original position. Chris knew better.

"Please AAAAH! Daddy…OW!…Stooooop! I Ow! I'm sorry." Chris cried.

The small bottom was already a deep pink color, and Hawkeye wasn't planning on stopping before his small target was bright red. Chris grabbed his blanket tightly as he begged and cried uncontrollably. It amazed the doctor sometimes that even as Chris wailed, he still managed to keep his volume relatively low. Hawkeye never spanked anyone except his son, but if he remembered his own childhood correctly, he always screamed bloody murder if he found himself over his dad's knees. So it was a bit odd.

SMACK* *whack* *Smack* *whack*

"Paaapppaaa!" Chris begged his dad, as he tried to pull away and get his cheeks out of the line of fire, but his father was too strong and the smacks got harsher and harder.

The boy whimpered through his sobs as he went completely limp.

He didn't say anything Hawkeye could understand, it sounded like he was mumbling in Dutch.

"You know I always keep my word, and if you do something like that again, you will find yourself in this very position. Enough is enough!" His dad started scolding him as he started hitting the undercurve again, making it match in color with the rest of his bottom.

Smack* *whack* *Smack* *Twack*

Chris just sobbed, the burning in his backside was terrible, and he couldn't even remember why he thought it was a good idea in the first place, this was so much worse than he had thought.

The slipper kept hitting his small target as Chris cried his eyes out, Hawkeye looked at his son over his knees, tears rolling down his freckled cheeks, and Hawkeye's heart broke. He hated this, but he didn't stop until the small behind was red.

Hawkeye threw the slipper next to him and released the boy's legs.

Chris was still sobbing into the blanket as Hawkeye rubbed his back, trying to comfort him, letting him know the spanking was over.

The child brought his hands to his bottom to feel the damage, it hurt so much that even his hands couldn't cool his swollen cheeks. He sobbed as his dad told him he loved him and kept stroking his back and shoulders.

It took a few minutes, but he heard Chris sobbing finally start to slow down. Hawkeye lifted the boy to stand in front of him. He always hated to see his kid look so defeated, the boy was sobbing too hard to even talk.

Chris looked up, wiping his face, and sniffling. His bottom lip wobbled and Hawkeye pulled him into a hug, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sorry." Chris cried as he buried his face in his father's chest. Hawkeye smiled sadly and kissed the boy again. "I know, Kiddo. I love you so much, I hate spanking you" Chris let out an embarrassed huff between his sobs as he snuggled closer into his dad's embrace.

Hawkeye pulled the boy's underwear back in place, Chris's jeans were at his ankles and he tapped the boy's leg so the child stepped out of his jeans. Hawkeye tried to pull away a little so that Chris could put the slipper back and collect his pajamas, but Chris whined before he started crying harder again, he put his arms around the man's neck and held on tight.

Hawkeye hugged Chris as he comforted him, whispering endearments. He didn't mind that Chris needed much affection after a spanking, it helped him as well as Chris. He was still the one hurting his kid, so it was natural to feel a bit guilty. He rocked the boy gently from side to side until the sobbing was reduced to sniffling.

Chris rubbed his eyes, wiping the rest of the water and snot off his face, and sniffled.

"Are you ready to put on your pajamas?" Hawkeye asked gently, as Chris seemed calm enough.

"Why?" The child whispered, even though the boy looked exhausted.

"I thought you would like a nap, I at least want one," Hawkeye said as he kissed the boy's forehead and handed him the slipper. Chris's face scrunched up in disgust as took the slipper from his dad. He hated that thing! He sighed and sniffed as he took that thing back to his trunk.

After he got changed into his yellow pajamas, Hawkeye got him tugged in. He lay on his stomach, while he snuggled with his pillow and Wally, and slept within minutes.

Hawkeye turned towards BJ, he knew the man kept quiet after he woke up during the spanking, and he was grateful.

"That was difficult to listen to," BJ said, with a sad expression.

"I know, and thank you for pretending to sleep, even after we woke you up," Hawkeye replied.

He didn't have a choice regarding privacy, and BJ was a real friend for giving his son his modesty. Frank wouldn't do the same and he was glad Margeret was entertaining the man at the moment.

At least Chris would never know any better than that the man was asleep.