Margaret sat down on the park bench trying to avoid the heavy summer rain. She wrapped David's jacked tighter around her shoulders as she shivered.
"You still cold?" he asked as he slid his arm around her. Margaret glared at him and rolled her eyes.
"What do you think? Look at me, I'm soaked!" David chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"Sorry, I would have ordered better weather conditions but you didn't give me enough notice." He grinned, and the second Margaret looked into his bright blue eyes she knew she wouldn't be able to stay mad at him; it wasn't his fault after all.
"You stay here and I'll go get the car." Another bolt of lightening flashed across the sky and Margaret grabbed onto his sleeve.
"Please don't go," she begged. David sighed and sat back down.
"Alright, but we have to go home soon before you catch pneumonia." Margaret nodded, and snuggled into his arms, clenching her teeth as a loud clap of thunder echoed in her ears.
David gently kissed the top of her head, and stroked her wet hair soothingly. "I love you Meg," he whispered. "My precious one; your parents named you well."
Margaret smiled and forgot momentarily about the frightening noises.
"Come on," he said pulling her too her feet. "Take your shoes off."
Margaret pulled her hands away. "Are you crazy? As it is, I'll probably be sick in bed for a month!"
David stepped out from under the protection of the awning. He threw back his head, letting the rain fall onto his face. He laughed and then grabbed her hand.
"Come on Meg, you only live once."
Margaret laughed at his boyish playfulness and took off her shoes before slipping her hand into his. Together they ran across the wet grass towards the parking lot; the storm completely forgotten.
Margaret lowered herself onto her cot as Hawkeye quietly left her tent. Her head was spinning, she was glad she had told him she was thankful to him, but at the same time she was confused with the boundaries of their friendship. She brushed the feeling off and walked over to where Hawkeye's record albums were sitting. She placed one on the player and exchanged her heavy boots for the toe-shoes. Smiling as she laced the black ribbon around her creamy white skin.
In a few moments, she was lost in a world of her own. She spun around her tent happily, as her worries and troubles fled as music filled her mind and heart.
"Hey Colonel, there's a Korean woman out here and I can't understand what she needs." Colonel Potter sighed and nodded.
"Alright Klinger, go get Rosie, she can help." The corporal nodded and walked out.
As Rosie was trying to talk to the young woman, Margaret walked by and overheard a few words. She stopped and tried to casually listen.
"Sorry Joe, no Korean." Rosie finally stated, after trying to listen to the young woman's words.
"What do you mean she's not Korean? Look at her!"
Rosie rolled her eyes and began to walk back to her bar. "No speak Korean," she mumbled. Margaret hesitantly approached the young woman who was clearly in despair.
"Bojour," she greeted. The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled in relief and began to speak rapidly, while Margaret tried her best to understand.
Margaret nodded, and said a few words before quickly walking toward the office.
"Colonel Potter," she yelled as she crashed inside. "Colonel, there's a young woman outside; she says her baby girl was wounded."
Colonel Potter looked up from his desk in surprise. "A baby?" he asked, "How can a baby get wounded?"
Margaret shrugged, "Shall I get one of the doctors, sir?"
Colonel Potter nodded, "Get Pierce; BJ is still hung-over and Charles is in post-op." Margaret nodded and quickly ran to the swamp.
"Pierce," she yelled. "Pierce get your medical bag and let's go." She yelled. He looked up at her in surprise, hesitating a moment before jumping into action.
"What's wrong?"
"A Korean child is hurt, let's go." The two jogged to the center of the compound, where Charles was waiting next to a jeep, the young woman already inside.
Hawkeye climbed in the driver's seat and Margaret rolled her eyes. "Oh no you don't. The last time you drove I was almost killed."
Hawkeye shrugged and scooted over. As they began to drive down the bumpy dirt road, Hawkeye turned to the woman. "What is wrong with the baby?" The woman looked at him blankly.
"She can't understand you." Margaret explained. She bit her lip, trying her hardest to remember what to say.
"Où est elle blessé?"
The young woman sat up straight and looked at Margaret, rattling off a string of words that caused Hawkeye's head to spin.
Margaret winced and turned to Hawkeye. "She said that her baby was playing on the floor of their hut, a coyote came in and attacked the baby."
Hawkeye nodded, worried about the child, but also very confused. "Were you speaking French?"
Margaret groaned and shrugged, keeping her eyes glued on the winding road. "It's a long story," she mumbled. Hawkeye watched her closely, wondering why she didn't want to talk about it."
"Mademoiselle there is a gentle man wanting to see you." Margaret looked up in surprise and nodded.
"Alright, have him come back." The usher nodded and quickly left the dressing room. Margaret finished lacing the white, satin ribbon around her legs and stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her costume.
"Hey Meg."
Margaret's head jerked up and she squealed in shock and happiness. "David!" Margaret threw herself into her fiancés arms. "Oh god David, what are you doing here?"
He smiled and pulled himself back. "Aren't you happy to see me?" he teased. Margaret smiled in response and stood up on point to reach his mouth.
"I missed you," she whispered. He smiled and walked over to a small wooden bench, pulling Margaret onto his lap.
"You wrote to me about the other lead dancer and I thought I'd better come claim my property."
Margaret frowned and rolled her eyes. "Oh David, I'm a big girl. Yeah, Matthew keeps flirting with me but I love you."
David smiled. "I know; this has nothing to do with whether or not I trust you. It just made me boiling mad to realize that he was here and I was thousands of miles away."
Margaret chuckled and laid her head on his shoulder. "I wish I didn't have a show in a few minutes."
David kissed the top of her head. "Margaret I came here to give you this." He pulled a small blue, velvet box out of his pocket. "I want to marry you as soon as possible."
Margaret gasped and grabbed for the box. "You bought me a ring." He nodded, I finally saved enough, I've had my eye on this ring for months but I couldn't afford it." He gently took the box from her hands and opened it, revealing a small silver band, with a simple sapphire in the center.
"It's beautiful David, but…" she cut herself off and looked away.
"What is it baby?" he asked, turning her head so he was looking straight into her watering eyes.
"David I'm scared of what my father will do when he finds out." David sighed and nodded.
"You know I won't pressure you, but we can't just stay engaged forever." Margaret smiled and looked at him.
"I love you David. I really have to go now," she said, pulling herself reluctantly off his lap. "Right after the show we can go out for dinner. I'll decide by then." She kissed him longingly and quickly ran out the door towards the stage.