Their return to MASH is uneventful and they part from one another in the compound as if it was any other day.

Rumors have been flying since their explosive argument. The sniper's attack cut short their disagreement. A betting pool is started concerning their activities in Tokyo, which Potter quickly puts a stop too. He doesn't want them to feel harassed again and risk another blow up

They each settle into a comfortable rhythm. Still, they have avoided having the talk that they both know looms before them.

They still argue of course.

Just because they have began to accept what they really mean to one another doesn't change the fact that they will disagree. Their skirmishes are still as intense as ever but now there is a new energy that flows between them. Now that the camp has backed off to watch from a safe distance, they can exorcise their frustrations with one another but some of it still spills out.

Margaret is a beautiful and desirable woman. She is smart, strong and dedicated. Men are drawn to her and he thought he had made peace with this. He hates being wrong.

Colonel whoever comes to camp and is lodged in the VIP tent. He misses the man's name because it becomes nothing but static when he sees the way he greets the major. A hug and kiss on the cheek are not regulation greetings.

From the bright smile on her face, he can tell she is glad to see her friend, so he leaves her to it and retreats to the Swamp.

It gnaws at him though, but he resolves to leave her alone and not act on his jealous feelings. He empties most of the still before he loses this battle with himself and leaves BJ and Charles sleeping to make his way to her tent.

He knocks.

No answer.

He chances opening the door. He would rather her be furious at him for barging in than keep this sense of unease pent up any longer.

Her tent is empty.

"Breathe," she urges the young Korean woman lying in front of her. The woman moans in pain as another contraction hits. The baby is on his way.

Margaret had spent time in the Officer's Club visiting with Colonel Richmond, who was an old family friend she has known since she was a child. The hour grew late though and she left him with Colonel Potter to talk as she headed for her tent and bed.

Along the way though, she was intercepted by a young girl begging her to help her mother deliver a baby. She quickly tells Klinger, whose on patrol duty, before dashing off to the hut a few miles down the road.

Klinger goes off duty and to sleep not having told anyone where she was.

When she returns the next morning with the new mother and baby in tow, the surgical team is already at work in the OR with a few patients. She quickly scrubs and joins them.

The atmosphere is icy and the looks thrown her way by the staff clue her in on who is at the heart of it. He ignores her and only speaks aloud when he needs an instrument.

His hangover is killing him and it does nothing to help the knife that is twisting in his chest when he sees her. Her eyes are bright and shining and she is all but bubbling over with happiness. One night with another man and she is like a new woman.

She approaches his table to check on her nurses.

"Nice of you to join us" he says not looking at her.

The tone of voice is acrid and hostile and she moves on quickly not wanting to raise his ire in the OR. The joy she feels at having seen new life come in the midst of this dark war begins to dampen.

The rest of the staff barely speaks to her but she knows him so well she can fill in the details.