Alright, I lied about this being my last chapter. lol. I had some extra time on my hands today so I sat down and wrote this. Enjoy!

Major-Baby

Margaret awoke early as the sun beat down, on her tent, making it feel like an oven. She groggily pulled herself and looked around the tent. Hawkeye had left, the blankets and pillow folded neatly, sitting on her desk.

She pulled her dress heels back on, not bothering to change into her fatigues, and headed towards the mess tent for a cup of coffee.

She crashed into the mess tent, and smiled weakly at Igor, who was preparing for breakfast. She grabbed a mug and filled it to the brim with the steaming liquid.

Margaret made her way to a table and sat down wearily. She looked out on the compound and she could feel tears pricking the backs of her eyelids. She closed her eyes, and shook her head to clear her mind of the uncomfortable thought creeping around her.

"Come here Margaret." Margaret turned her head and saw Hawkeye seated in the corner of the tent, looking just as tired and messy as herself. He was still dressed in his full uniform, his hair was uncombed and hanging sloppily in his eyes. But he smiled at her, and Margaret felt herself beginning to smile, her worries fleeing her mind.

"You don't strike me as a morning person Captain," she commented dryly as she made her way over to him.

"What clued you in? Was it the slept in clothes, or the fact that I'm practically laying down?" Margaret smiled and sat across from him. Colonel Potter walked in and smiled at the two officers. He got some coffee and quickly joined them.

"What time did you two get in last night?" he asked. Hawkeye yawned and shrugged.

"Around midnight I think."

"So, did you speak with anyone, concerning our new surgeon?"

Margaret bit her lip and quickly began to sip at her coffee. Hawkeye sighed and sat up straight, rubbing his head wearily.

"Colonel, they uh… that is, General Bradley, uh…"

Margaret looked at Colonel Potter and took a shaky breath. "Frank got off." She whispered. Colonel Potter practically choked on his coffee.

"What?" he looked at Hawkeye, wondering if Margaret could possibly be right. Hawkeye nodded in frustration and Colonel Potter shook his head in disbelief.

"Damn," he stared at Margaret who was having trouble controlling her emotions. "Damn." Colonel Potter sighed and slowly walked back to his office. "I'll see what I can do about getting him transferred as far away as possible." Margaret nodded, and smiled slightly in relief.

Hawkeye put his hand on top of hers as he stood up.

"It's going to be fine," he whispered. Margaret nodded and attempted a shaky smile. Both heads turned at the sound of a jeep pulling into the compound.

Margaret turned her attention back to her coffee as Hawkeye made his way outside, planning to change.

"Get the hell inside," Colonel Potter's gruff voice reached both officers' ears. It was a rare occasion that the Colonel spoke with such an intense tone. Margaret stood up and began to make her way outside. Hawkeye grabbed onto her arm and pulled her away, towards her tent.

"Who's here?" she asked, trying to pull away from him. Hawkeye kept a firm grip on her arm, his mind racing, trying to decide the best way to keep her away from the Colonel's office.

"Let go of me Captain," Margaret was seething and she jerked her arm away and stomped off towards the Colonel's office while Hawkeye watched helplessly.

Margaret made her way to the office, fuming inwardly. How dare he grab onto me like that! Margaret honestly had not been that interested in Colonel Potter's visitor, but it was Hawkeye's insistence that she stay away that had piqued her curiosity.

"Good morning Radar," Margaret mumbled to the boy, who had his ear pressed firmly against the door.

"Oh Major Houlihan… uh Major, sir, uh you can't go in there." Radar stuttered nervously.

Margaret raised her eyebrows in annoyance. "Why not Corporal?"

"Uh it's a private meeting?" Radar suggested pitifully. Margaret was just about to enter the office when she was knocked back into the filing cabinets as someone burst out of the room. Her head hit the metal forcefully and she felt her knees go weak and darkness closed in around her.

Margaret opened her eyes slowly and groaned.

"You just have all the luck don't you," Hawkeye commented sarcastically.

Margaret rolled her eyes and tried to sit up. She grabbed her head as pain shot through it. She groaned and Hawkeye pushed her back into the pillow.

"Take it easy Hot Lips. You've got a petty nasty bump on your pretty little head."

Margaret snorted angrily. "Who the hell bumped into me?" Hawkeye smiled nervously and cleared his throat.

"That would be Major Burns." Margaret's face turned as white as the pillow she was lying on.

"He showed up this morning, he is going to have to stay here until his transfer goes through." Hawkeye sighed and sat back down beside her. "I suggested that we give him a pass for Tokyo until the transfer comes through, but the Colonel wants to be able to keep an eye on him."

Margaret nodded and closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out her fears.

Late that night Margaret sat wide-awake in her tent. She knew that two tents away, Major Burns was probably sleeping; Klinger guarding the tent, making sure he would not go anywhere. Still she could not help but feel nervous, although she had argued the point with herself for hours.

Hawkeye had wanted to stay with her again, but she had refused. She actually regretted it now, as much as she hated Hawkeye seeing this side of her, she wished she were not alone.

She lifted her head at the sound of muffled laughter coming from the nurses' tent. On an impulse, Margaret slipped on her bathrobe, and dashed across the dark compound.

She knocked quickly before entering. The nurses were seated on their bunks, cards spread out in front of them. They looked up at her in shock, wondering what she wanted.

"I uh…" Margaret's face began to burn with embarrassment, and she desperately wished she had thought this through.

Sarah Baker smiled gently; it was rather obvious why the Major was there. "Come on in Major, we have a spare bunk in the corner."

Margaret smiled and her flushed face began to cool. She pulled the sheets back and was about to lay down when Kara Able spoke up.

"You want to join in Major?" she asked hesitantly. Margaret looked at their faces in shock, realizing that they were all welcoming her. Margaret smiled and nodded, climbing out of the cot.

"I'd like that."

So there it is... I hope you liked it. Next chapter: what happens to Frank? I think I'll have Margaret confess to Hawkeye why she's been so nasty to him. Maybe not... Oh and Margaret actually becomes close with the nurses! Suprise suprise! I always hate it when peoples fanfics make the nurses out to be nasty and shallow. In all the episodes they were always nice and friendly...whatever.