Alright, I had the world's biggest case of writters block with this story... I got bored with it I guess. Well, anyway, updates should be more regular now. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

MajorBaby

P.S. Oh and I'm not really going to have much of what's going on with Hawkeye. I'll insert a few bits every few chapters or so, but I'm mainly focusing on Margaret.

Hawkeye coughed and pushed himself up against the wall, groaning at the movement.

"Is there any chance you can shut up?"

Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "Sure, get me some antibiotics and a splint and I'll be just fine." Hawkeye had given up all hope of befriending the young man who shared the filthy cell. Every attempt to say anything ended in the kid spewing out a string of profanities.

Hawkeye closed his eyes tightly, it was the only way he could breathe freely in the small space, but then again, it invited unwanted thoughts.

"Why don't you just go to sleep?" the boy asked harshly.

"I don't like dreaming," Hawkeye responded seriously. He was tired of joking with the kid; he had given that up days ago.

"How could your dreams be any worse than this?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Hawkeye asked bluntly.

The boy looked at him angrily and shrugged. "Not anymore."

"Well, imagine her in this hell hole. That is how dreams could be worse."

The boy shivered and Hawkeye sighed. "We're going to be here a while, wouldn't it be better if you didn't hate me?" Hawkeye watched him closely, seeing a look of mistrust and uncertainty cross the boy's face.

"Just shut up and I'll like you a lot better."

"Margaret!" someone called her name and she twisted around in her chair.

"Lorraine," Margaret held her arms out to her friend and tried to smile. The two friends embraced, both trying to keep back tears.

"Thank you for coming," Margaret said hoarsely. "I didn't want to have to call my mother."

Lorraine laughed and smiled. "I don't blame you." Margaret smiled weakly and Lorraine hugged her again. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

Margaret sighed, clutching a small bag, holding all of her possession. Everything she had owned was destroyed that night. "I'm not really hungry," she said quietly.

Lorraine sighed, wheeled Margaret over to a group of chairs and Lorraine sat in front of her. "Margaret I know it's got to be hard, and I'm not pretending to know what you're going through but please don't shut me out."

"I'm not!" Margaret said defensively, crossing her arms.

Lorraine smiled knowingly and shook her head. "Not yet, but you're about to. If I say one wrong word you'll shut up like a clam and I won't get a word out of you for days."

Margaret smiled unwillingly and chuckled at her friend's insight. "Alright, I'll sob on your shoulder constantly," she offered, trying to keep the mood light. Lorraine smiled and patted her friend's knee.

"Good girl. Now let's go get some food."

"So how did you find me?" Lorraine asked curiously, smirking as she watched Margaret pounce hungrily on a hamburger.

Margaret smiled and shrugged. "God this is fantastic," she moaned.

"Are you actually trying to avoid my question? Really Margaret, after all these years I thought you would know I'll never let you get away with that."

Margaret sighed and leaned back in her wheelchair, crossing her arms defiantly. "I had some good friends who really wanted to help me."

Lorraine smiled slightly. "From the 4077th?"

Margaret laughed nervously and nodded. "Yes." Her tone of voice was strong and defiant, daring Lorraine to prod further.

Lorraine noticed her friend's change in tone and threw up her hands in defeat. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint."

"So are you headed for your mother's house?"

Margaret chuckled cynically and stared at her friend.

Lorraine laughed. "Okay sorry, dumb question. Where are you headed?"

Margaret reached into her bag and handed Lorraine a sheet of paper. "It's a letter from Henry Mayo Hospital in Yakima, Washington." She explained. "They've hired me to do mostly paperwork and phone previous patients about billing. Its good pay and perfect for my… er, situation. They expect me in three weeks."

"How are you going to get back and forth from work?"

"I'll hire a personal nurse."

Lorraine sensed Margaret's growing discomfort and changed the subject. "Well, we have eight days in beautiful SanFransisco. What do you want to do?"

Margaret looked at her friend in shock. "I thought you had to leave in three days."

Lorraine smiled bashfully. "Well, do you remember me telling you about a guy I worked with at the 8063rd?"

Margaret nodded, "Michael Something-Or-Other, right?"

"Williams, yeah. Well he proposed."

Margaret's mouth dropped open in shock as she stared at the woman across from her. Finally she let out an excited squeal and grabbed Lorraine's hand. "What did you say?"

Lorraine grinned and looked down in embarrassment. "I said yes." Margaret laughed loudly in excitement and Lorraine continued talking. "That's why I have eight days. His plane is coming in then and I want to be here when it lands."

Margaret smiled happily and shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you're getting married."

Lorraine pointed to Margaret's almost-empty plate. "Are you done yet?" Margaret laughed and nodded.

"I guess so, let's go."