"Hello Margaret," he said as she planted herself in his lap.

"Hello handsome," she slurred.

BJ started to laugh as he realized she was drunk.

"How much have you had Margaret?" Charles asked with a smirk.

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am," she snapped, and gazed into Hawkeye's eyes with the most meaningful look she could give in her drunken state.

"If you'll excuse us," Hawkeye said as he helped the Major to her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he escorted her out.

"Back to your tent."

"Why ? Let's dance a little before we dance some more," she suggested as she stumbled along. "Don't you have a cheek with my cheek's name on it?"

"Not right now, but that's a good line. Can I use it sometime?"

They walked into her tent and she threw her arms around him.

"I want you to use me. I want to be your nurse tonight."

"Major, you're drunk."

"And I want you anyway."

"You'll hate yourself in the morning," he said with a gentle smile as he helped her get her shoes off. She interpreted the move as seductive, and grabbed him, kissing him passionately.

"That was nothing like when we kissed before, was it?" she asked as she struggled to pull him back on the bed with her. He grabbed her hands, and gently laid her down.

"You're going to hate yourself in the morning. I want you, but not like this. I want you to be at least sober enough to know what you're doing," he said, and left.

Hawkeye walked back to the Swamp, and just sat on his cot. He could go back to the Officer's Club, but he couldn't have alcohol just now. It burned him in a way it had never burned him before – in the form of a blonde bombshell. Who knew she felt that way? Who knew if the truth was coming out while she was drunk, or if it had all been drunken truths. He had wanted her for months, and now that he finally had the opportunity -. "It wasn't an opportunity, he quickly corrected himself. She was drunk and he respected her too much to take advantage of her in that way.

Still he wondered what it would be like – to possess her, make her his own, feeling her skin against his. He stood up and began to pace. He grabbed his stationary from the shelf near his cot. "Dear Dad."

The Swamp door burst open breaking into his thoughts.

"Whoa ho ho. I didn't expect to see you here," B.J greeted him. "Did you hide her in your foot locker?" he asked, stumbling over his feet to knock on it

"Go to sleep," Hawkeye told him.

"For a man that's been seduced you don't seem – happy – about it. Have you lost "it"?" Charles asked as he fell on the floor laughing hysterically.

"That's enough. You go to sleep, and you go walk through a land mine," he yelled at his drunken tent mates.

"Hawk, you don't need to get so testy," BJ said trying to make himself stop laughing.

"I'm not testy. I'm not even miffed yet."

'Burned alive is what I am' he thought miserably.

Margaret woke up the next morning with the worst hangover she'd ever had. She sat up, groaning as her head pounded. The bars of a Captain lay on her floor. She put her hand over her mouth. It couldn't have been B.J's or Hawkeye's? Could it? She struggled to remember last night. She looked over at the tube of mascara in horror. She only used the cosmetics when she wanted to look especially alluring, but couldn't remember who it was that she had been trying to seduce? She looked down. Her green T-shirt, and uniform pants were right where they should be. At least she hadn't done anything she'd regret, but she'd have to find out who those captains bars belonged to.

She got ready as quickly as her headache would let her, and went into the Mess Tent for breakfast, shading her eyes from the sun. She scanned the room for Hawkeye. He was alone. She skipped the line and went straight for the coffee urn.

"May I join you, Captain?" she asked as she approached with her mug. "Go right ahead," he said, scooting over on the bench.

"So what did you do last night?" she asked him.

She thought he was going to choke on his sausage, as he started laughing hysterically.

'What's so funny?"

"Major you were incredibly drunk. You went after me, not that I minded," he teased.

"What happened?" she wanted to know.

"I took you back to your tent," he said, becoming sober, "I helped you take off your shoes, and I put you to bed."

"I don't believe it."

"Scout's honor," he said throwing up his hands.

"You were never a scout."

"I didn't do anything Major, although I wanted to. Would you like to meet me in supply? We could do an inventory of each other" he suggested lighting up.

"I believe this is yours," she said as she placed his Captains bars on the table and walked away.

"Margaret," she heard someone call. She turned around.

"Oh. Good morning, Major."

"So Margaret, I just procured a bottle of Merlot Fracois, made from the finest vineyard in Nice, and I was wondering if you would care to join me."

"Major, I have a hangover."

"Not surprised the way you were drinking last night," he snorted.

"And you invite me to have a drink with you?" she asked, her voice becoming dangerously thin.

"Why Major, I didn't mean it quite that way –"

"I would hope you didn't. However what did happen at the Officer's Club last night?"

"Well, you and Pierce had quite the interlude. I thought he would spend the night with you, but he seemed annoyed, when BJ and myself returned to the Swamp last night."

"He did?"

"His instructions to me were to walk through a land mine."

This was news to Margaret. If he had been upset, that had to mean something.