AN: So, I wasn't going to write any more of this fic, but two people (Maria and oldmoviewatcher) asked for a chapter with Frank's reaction to seeing Hawkeye and Margaret sleeping together. Here it is :) Enjoy!

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"Major Houlihan!"

The horrified gasp woke Margaret up. Blinking groggily, she rubbed her eyes and looked up. Frank was standing over the bed, looking insulted and indignant.

"Good morning, Major Burns." she mumbled sleepily. Beside her, Hawkeye was waking up slowly as well. Margaret couldn't stop a small smile from spreading across her face when she saw him open his eyes and halfheartedly grin at her.

"What are you doing in that… that lech's bed?" snapped Frank.

"What do you… oh!" Margaret feigned surprise, remembering that she was going to pretend she got into Hawkeye's bed by accident. She sat up hurriedly. "Captain Pierce. How dare you!"

"Hey, you got into my bed." Hawkeye yawned.

"I was tired last night, and I thought I was getting into Major Burns's bed!" she lied angrily. "How dare you take advantage of a Major like that!?"
"Well…" Hawkeye grinned mischievously. "I kind of liked it."

Margaret's face turned pink. "You creep!" she yelled, but excitement and joy were sparking inside of her. She only hoped that Frank couldn't hear it in her voice. Hawkeye could definitely see it in her face, though, because he winked and laughed. Oh, that laugh.

"Come on, Margaret." hissed Frank, snapping Margaret out of her daydreams.

"Yes, Frank." she said. But somehow, the thought of going to breakfast with Frank didn't make her as happy as the thought of just lying in bed with Hawkeye. "I'll meet you in the mess tent. I need to get dressed first."

"Okay." replied Frank. With one last suspicious look at Hawkeye, he stormed out of the tent. Once Margaret was sure he was out of earshot, she looked back down at Hawkeye and burst out laughing.

"Good acting." the Captain remarked.

"Thank you. Do you really think he bought it?" asked Margaret, grinning.

"Don't worry about it." Hawkeye said. "Frank is dumber than you think."

"All right. Well, Captain, I want to thank you again for letting me sleep here with you."

"Anytime, Margaret." Hawkeye said. "Insomnia is never something to apologize for, you know. Sometimes after a particularly bad day in the OR, I can't sleep either. So, anytime you want to come in here, my bed's always free…"

"All right. Thank you." She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you in the mess tent, Captain Pierce."

Margaret got up off of his bed and left the tent. It was early in the morning, and she could see the sun rising in the distance. The sky was full of gorgeous hues of pastel pink and warm orange. The Major stopped for a minute to revel in its beauty.

Frank wouldn't enjoy this sunrise, a little voice inside of her said. I bet Hawkeye would, though.

Margaret shook off the notion and continued walking back to her tent. However, it was Hawkeye, not Frank, who stuck in her mind. After all, he too had been at the aid station, and witnessed what she had. He too had felt the terror that she had.

Thanks to Hawkeye, she had gotten a good night's sleep. The images of what she'd seen at the aid station were still present in her mind, but so were the images of his smiling face, and the warmth of his body against hers.

Margaret Houlihan took a deep breath, and smiled. She was going to sleep well that night.

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