A million thanks to pol, who was a tremendous help with the French in this chapter! She get's full credit for the name of the dance school, the name of the teacher (teacher?)and bits of French I put in, and informing me about the theatre. Thank you!

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"Hey Klinger, I need you to put a call through for me." Klinger glared at Hawkeye and made his way over to the desk.

"To Ollivier Ecole de Danse in Paris."

Klinger looked at the captain in surprise. "France?" he asked incredulously. Hawkeye nodded inattentively.

Klinger shrugged and began to try to patch the call through. "Captain Pierce it's ringing." Klinger informed him almost fifteen minutes later.

Hawkeye hurried over to the receiver. "Allo, bonjour, c'est Madeleine Batiste

a l'appareil."

"Madeleine, this is Ben; Angelina's son."

"Oh Benjamin, how are you my dear, my goodness you haven't spoken to me in so long! Shame on you Benjamin!"

Klinger watched curiously, as Hawkeye smiled broadly. "Yes I know I haven't called in a while Maddy," He interjected. "Sorry about that."

"Listen Madeleine, do you remember those pictures you sent me of me and my parents?"

"Ah oui, the ones where you look like a little tomatoe in that ridiculous outfit?"

Hawkeye laughed loudly and shook his head in amusement. "Yeah those…Anyway, you said you had pictures of every girl who has danced at L'Opera; do you still do that?"

Now Klinger was completely absorbed in the conversation, he was trying to casually sort through files, but was dropping them everywhere while he tried to listen.

"Ok well… no, you already gave me the ones of my mother… yes well… no I was wondering if a friend of mine danced there, she won't tell me." Klinger paused, waiting breathlessly, wondering who Hawkeye was talking about.

"Her name is Margaret Houlihan; it probably would have been about ten years ago." Klinger came close to dropping the files in his hand all over again.

"I don't recall anyone by that name Benjamin."

"Oh, are you sure?" Hawkeye paused, frowning in concentration.

"Well, what is she like?"

"Well, she's around five foot, five inches, blonde…" Hawkeye paused and smiled. "Well I don't know what her hair color would have been. Anyway she has blue eyes and…"

"No, no, Benjamin," Madeleine interrupted. "Tell me what she acts like; what does she do to make you smile. Those are the things I will remember."

Klinger watched the Captain curiously, as he smiled and sighed. "Well she get's embarrassed very easily but she covers it up by acting angry. She has a smile that can light up an entire room and her eyes light up and seem to twinkle…"

"I believe I know the woman you speak of," Madeleine interrupted him. "Although I don't believe her name was Margaret Houlihan; wait a moment Benjamin while I go and see."

Hawkeye could hear the woman crossing the room and yanking open a metal filing cabinet. She was only away for a moment.

"Benjamin I cannot find your Margaret Houlihan, but I do have a Margaret Williamson who danced here. She fits your description very closely. She was with us for almost five years, I asked her to stay and teach the little ones."

Hawkeye sighed, "No, sorry Madeleine, but her name is Houlihan…"

"Is that her maiden name?" Hawkeye replied that it was and Madeleine chuckled. "Well I don't know her maiden name; Williamson was her husband's name.

Hawkeye sighed and rubbed a hand across his eyes. "Well I don't think it's her but I guess it could be; would you send the pictures to me?"

"Of course Benjamin, but only if you promise to call this old woman more often."

"I will," he promised, chuckling at the old woman. "Thanks so much Maddy, I'll give your love to Dad… yeah, Bye."

Hawkeye hung up the receiver and looked at Klinger who immediately turned back to his filing cabinet.

"Klinger not a word of this," Hawkeye said sternly.

"A word of what Captain?" Klinger asked pathetically. Hawkeye smiled slightly and patted Klinger's shoulder.

"Good job Corporal, good job."

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"I'm proud of you Margaret." Alvin told his daughter gruffly. Margaret smiled sadly as her father shook her hand. In the past three years, they had grown apart. It hurt Margaret to realize that she was no longer 'Daddy's little princess'.

Margaret turned to her mother who smiled insincerely as she congratulated her daughter on her graduation.

Margaret grabbed her sister's hand but Emily jerked away, flashing her sister an angry glare. Alvin took his daughter's hand and led her towards the parking lot.

That night Margaret waited for her sister in the room they shared once again. "Emily, please don't be mad at me," she begged when her sister walked into the room.

Emily sighed in annoyance and turned her angry gaze upon her older sister. "What the hell are you doing Meg?"

"I asked you not to call me that!" Margaret snapped. Emily turned her back to her sister and began to dig through a drawer.

"Margaret please don't do this, you never wanted to be a nurse." Emily begged, anxiety replacing the anger in her face.

"But everyone says I'll be a wonderful nurse." Margaret argued.

"You probably will be, you're good at almost everything you do. But that's not what you've worked so hard for all your life."

Margaret's eyes welled up with tears. "I can't dance anymore Emmy. There was too much damage to my legs."

Emily sighed and walked to her sister, wrapping an arm around her comfortingly. "I know that; but you could still teach."

"I don't want to. It hurts too much," Margaret's voice trailed off and she looked directly into her little sister's eyes. "There are too many memories," she whispered. Margaret sniffed loudly and stood up. "Besides, Dad is probably right, a fresh start would be good for me."

Emily's face turned to stone at the mention of their father. "The only reason he wanted you to be a nurse is so you would join the army." She shouted. Margaret looked at her sister in shock.

"What are you talking about? I'm not joining the army; I already have a job at the hospital."

Emily rolled her eyes. "That's what you think. Just wait Maggie. You'll see; as soon as he thinks you've waited long enough he'll twist your arm until you agree to join. And because you're always so damn passive with him you'll go along with his stupid plan!"