Hawkeye and Margaret decided that what happened in Tokyo would stay in Tokyo and once they returned to the 4077th everything would go back to how it was - except for the small official detail of their marriage. No one at the unit suspected anything, not even BJ. Hawkeye continued to flirt endlessly with the nurses and harassed Margaret at every opportunity. For her part Margaret, continued to scold Hawkeye for all his immature behavior and plotted revenge against all Hawkeye and BJ's tricks. There were some differences in behavior however, Hawkeye flirted with the nurses but he never acted on it and regardless of whether anything was actually going on Margaret found herself giving those nurses a little extra work. Nevertheless, both find it difficult to not think about the other or want to be with the other.
"Go away," Margaret angrily yelled at the door. "I said go awa-"
"Hello to you too," Hawkeye said entering Margaret's tent.
"What are you doing here?" Margaret asked shaking her head.
"If I hear anymore stories about Erin's potty training I think I'm going to walk over those mountains and surrender to the enemy."
"Oh," Margaret replied distracted.
"What are you doing? Why are you hiding your hand?"
"I'm not hiding anything," Margaret said defensively as she folded her arms.
"Really?" Hawkeye said walking over to Margaret and grabbing her arm.
"Don't-" Margaret protested.
As Hawkeye looked at her hand he busted out laughing.
"Stop laughing," Margaret said yanking her hand away.
"I can't help it," he replied grinning. "It's funny."
"It's a beautiful ring. I hate to see it just sit in a box," Margaret admitted giving up her protests.
"Oh what one won't find on the black market." Hawkeye said sitting on her cot.
"Well, there's a problem," Margaret said taking a deep breath. "It won't come off."
Hawkeye couldn't help but really laugh at that.
"This isn't funny. It won't come off," Margaret said pulling at her finger.
"Have you tried lotion?" Hawkeye asked once he calmed down.
"No, I don't have any," Margaret said sternly. "You see I was going to get some in Tokyo but I didn't have any time to go pick it up."
"Oh," Hawkeye said with a sly smile. "Give me your hand."
"I've already tried to pull it off. It's stuck," Margaret replied reluctantly letting him have her hand.
"Let me try."
"What are you doing?" Margaret asked nervously as Hawkeye took her finger in his mouth.
Hawkeye didn't reply, instead he continued to use tongue to loosen the ring.
"Here you go," Hawkeye said handing her the ring once it was off.
"Thank you," Margaret said, her heart racing so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
"Yeah," Hawkeye replied before leaning over and kissing her.
"Mail call!" Klinger called from outside the tent before entering.
"I don't see anything in your eye Margaret." Hawkeye was saying as Klinger walked in. "Hey Klinger."
"Hey Captain what are you doing in these parks?"
"What do you want Klinger!" Margaret angrily demanded, quickly trying to regain composure.
"It's always nice to see your smiling face Major. Here's your package."
"Thanks," Margaret said frustrated and taking her mail.
"Would you like yours here Doc or should I leave it in the Swamp?"
"I'll take it." Hawkeye said accepting the letter.
"Leave Sergeant," Margaret ordered.
"Yes, Ma'm," Klinger said immediately leaving.
"Smooth, Margaret."
"Oh," Margaret huffed. "Shut up."
"Who's the package from?" Hawkeye asked after Margaret set down her letter.
"My Mother," Margaret said not looking up. "She writes about the upcoming season - party season. She lives in Charleston with my sister - who she also writes about. It appears Roger - Julia's husband - is trying to decide whether he should stick to state politics and run for Governor or move up the ranks to national and run for the House."
"Ah," Hawkeye said nodding his head.
"But look at this," Margaret said a smile spreading across her face. "Fudge! Would you like some?"
"Are kidding me? Real food, I'll jump you for it."
"That won't be necessary." Margaret said handing him a piece.
"This is amazing," Hawkeye moaned as the chocolate melted in his mouth.
"I know, I haven't had this in so long I've almost forgot how wonderful it is."
Looking over at Margaret, Hawkeye began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You. You have fudge on your face."
"Oh," Margaret said blushing and attempting to wipe it off.
"Here let me get it," Hawkeye offered.
Margaret felt herself tense up as Hawkeye brushed his fingers across her lips and lingered a bit.
"We shouldn't do this Ben," Margaret weakly protested when there faces were so close their noses touched.
"Shhh," Hawkeye hushed as he brushed his lips against Margaret's .
"Attention all personnel, you're not going to believe this but incoming wounded."
"No, no, NO!" Hawkeye shouted.
"We have to go," Margaret said quickly turning in to Head Nurse mode.
"Yeah, right," Hawkeye said taking a deep breath and following Margaret out of the tent.
When the wounded came they didn't stop. The 8063rd had been forced to bug out and all the wounded that would have gone to them found their way to the 4077th. The entire unit was force to work for 100 hours shift and once again too meet the increased number of casualties, various tents were changed in to post-ops.
"Come in," Margaret called as she tried to move a box. "Thank goodness. Ben, help me move this."
"No," Hawkeye said yawning.
"No!" Margaret exclaimed angrily.
"I'm too tired. I can't move myself let alone a box."
"You big baby," Margaret said kicking the box across the floor. "Why are you here?"
"I'm sleeping here," Hawkeye said falling on to her cot.
"Oh, no you're not. Get out!"
"Look, I'm not going back there. Do you know how many people are in Potter's tent? I'll tell you, too many! The Colonel, BJ, Charles AND Father Mulcahy. I can't do it. It's hot as hell in there. I'd be better off outside."
"Feel free."
"Margaret! Look at me! I need sleep."
"I've been up as long as you have. And I've worked just as hard," Margaret reminded standing over him.
"I know. And you can sleep too," Hawkeye assured. "Look I didn't want to have do this but as your husband I'm demanding you let me sleep with you."
"No!"
"Margaret," Hawkeye begged. "I don't even have enough energy to fight with you."
"People will talk."
"What people? They're all dead. Dead tired! No one will know."
"If we sleep in my cot together, you'll be just as hot as you would be in Colonel Potter's tent."
"I'm going to sleep here. You think Potter's tent is better - you sleep there," Hawkeye said closing his eyes.
"Move over," Margaret said in defeat, pushing him over some so they would both fit.