Chapter 2

(A/N: There'll be a lot of Sam whump but also a lot of BJ and Hawkeye whump)

Sam helped carry a litter into post-op. They were almost finished. It had been another 17 hour shift. They were all tired. They were thankful that they were finished.

"Sleep! I need sleep!" Hawkeye hollered out.

"I just need to think about Peg and I'll be fine for a few more hours." Hunnicutt mumbled, half asleep and not realizing what he was saying.

The sun was coming up on the horizon, signaling a too long work period.

They had completely forgotten about the Sam issue. Seventeen hours of meatball surgery could do that to one. Sam stumbled out of post-op and leaned heavily against both doctors.

"I think I could sleep a week before I'm awake enough to sleep a week!" he said, yawning deeply.

The three of them walked silently back to the tent. But of course, nothing for them was ever easy.

"I'm looking for a doctor Pierce?" a rugged voice said behind them. BJ turned to the voice, fully prepared to tell him that Doctor Pierce was dead (it wasn't a lie. Hawk looked dead on his feet period) when he saw the rising sun glint off of something.

"Gun!" he yelled.

Everyone paused. Both Hawkeye and Sam turned around. The still freezing air went right through their veins.

The man was tall and big. He had more scars on his face than they had ever seen. He was frightening. Sam unconsciously gripped BJ's arm.

"C'mon man. Just put the gun down. This is a MASH unit. We've had enough killing." Hawkeye said, putting a hand out carefully.

"Enough! You, me, and your little friends are going into your operating room and you'll help 'my' little buddy to get better." the man yelled.

"What's going on out here?" ordered Colonel Potter, coming around the corner with Father Mulcahy and Klinger.

"Now Pierce!" the man yelled, ignoring the Colonel's question.

"Where is this buddy of yours?" Sam asked, his voice clearer than he felt.

"He's at the back of your operating room. Now let's move!" the man yelled once more, reaching forward and grabbing Sam by the arm, shoving him forward. BJ and Hawkeye made a move to remove the man's tightening grip on Sam but the sudden gun to their faces made them back off.

They silently made their way into the operating room where the man let go of Sam. They waited while the man, still training the gun on them, went to the back of the O.R. And grabbed his friend.

"It hurts Wallings." the wounded man complained.

"Shut up Bennett. They're gonna fix you up really quick and then you're mine." Wallings sneered. He looked back to the doctors.

"Bennett here tried to make a run for it. I got him; got him good. Superiors want him whole and I heard your name Pierce and figured you're perfect to patch him up." Wallings said.

"You want me to patch him up to put him in front of a firing squad?!" Hawkeye yelled, outraged by the idea Wallings sneered and laughed.

"Just remember who's holding the gun." he said.

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"I heard the man say 'Wallings'." Klinger said, coming back around the corner of the O.R.

Colonel Potter was standing with Father Mulcahy. Houlihan had come to assess the situation before Potter had requested her to watch over the patients in post-op.

"Radar, get on the horn and find-"

"I'll get on the horn to see what I can find out about Wallings." Radar said at the same time as Colonel Potter.

Potter just rolled his eyes. He was used to Radar's comments. Radar ran off to make the call.

"Did you see the wounded?" Potter asked Klinger.

"Yeah. Chest wound. Looks bad." Klinger said grimly.

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BJ and Hawkeye gazed over the wound, their hearts pounding more than usual. They had to help the soldier. Not just because it was their sworn duty but also because a man was pointing a rather nasty gun at them.

"That bullet's pretty deep in there." BJ mumbled over the unconscious wounded man.

"Mhmm. It's gonna take some time to get it out. We might just be causing him more pain by operating. From what I can see, the bullet's done so much damage that I don't think there's much we can do." Hawkeye said.

BJ sighed and looked towards Wallings. He was glancing out one of the doors.

"What are we going to do about tall, dark, and gun toting." he asked.

Hawkeye sighed.

"Look, uh, Wallings. If we try to take that bullet out, we'd just be causing him more pain. There's nothing we can do." he said hesitantly.

Wallings was quiet. Sam gripped the edge of the table where he was sitting, out of the way. A quiet hostage taker was likely to blow.

"You're sure?" Wallings asked, oddly calm.

"I'm sorry." was all BJ said.

Wallings moved away from the doors and came over to the table, glancing down at Bennett. He showed no remorse to the dying man.

"Well then, I guess someone will hae to take his place." he said, cocking his gun and looking up to the doctors.

In the corner, Sam gasped, grabbed his side, and bent over.

Wallings looked at him and smiled.

TBC