Sarah ushered Hawkeye into her new tent and sat down on the bed. Hawkeye sat in a nearby chair and looked at Sarah. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I now know why you acted the way you did. Hell, if I was hiding something that big, I would be acting a little strange also, well.." he grinned, his eyes sparkling. "More than usual."
Sarah smiled a little. "Listen, Pie-..Hawkeye, I just wanted to be the best doctor I could, and I figured being totally military address was the way to go. I didn't realize that I was being such a pain in doing so, I mean, after listening to Frank for a few days, I can see why you disliked me so much."
Hawkeye shook his head. "I never hated you Sarah, I just knew you had to understand what it was really like around here."
Sarah smiled at Hawkeye, relieved at what he had said. "And believe me, I did. You can never trust a book by its cover, or a solider by his stereotype.." Her smile faded a little. "I suppose now I have you and BJ on my for the rest of the camp though."
Hawkeye put up his hand. "'Don't worry about them, they will see you for who you really are and I know they will like you as much as the rest of us." Hawkeye stood up and placed his hand on the side of her face. "Besides kid, anyone who can deal with Frank the way you did should be good in anyone's book. I am going to go and join BJ in the officers club, would you care to come along?" Sarah smiled but shook her head. "Not right now, I just want to be alone for a bit." Hawkeye grinned at her and left the tent making his way to the officers club.
Lying back on her bed, Sarah smiled a little to herself. Who knew that in the span of a mere few weeks, her entire outlook on certain men would change so much. Especially Hawkeye, Sarah smiled to herself, she couldn't deny was just something about him, which made her shiver a little. Shaking her head she chuckled. 'So you go from acting like Captain America to a giggling schoolgirl? That is classy, Marlowe!' Sarah thought to herself.
Just then a bottle smashed on the door of her tent, jolting her out of her thoughts. Sitting up quickly, she heard footsteps running away from her tent and nasty laughter. "Jerks." She mumbled as she when to inspect the damage to the door. What she saw made her gasp. Scrawled in large nasty letter on her door were the words, 'Freak' and 'Sicko'. Staring at the words she seemed to be transfixed on the words, unable to turn away. Why do this? She was just trying to be a good surgeon; she didn't mean to hurt anyone.
Just then she heard voices approaching, turning she saw Hawkeye and BJ approaching her tent, thinking quickly she blocked the words with her body and smiled at the two men.
"Hey guys, good night out?" Both men were a little redder than last time she saw them and laughing with one another. BJ smiled at Sarah. " I hear you and Hawk worked things out?"
Sarah grinned and nodded, not moving from the door. "'We're both good, BJ. Thanks."
Hawkeye frowned a little, staring at the awkward way she was standing in the doorway of the tent. " Why are you standing like that, clinging to the door like that? You afraid you might drown in khaki?"
Sarah laughed nervously. "..I am just stretching! You know, make sure my muscles are all feeling good! The time in the post op made my muscles cramp a little. So, I figure, why not stretch?!" Sarah did a few impromptu stretches, trying to keep the door covered at all times.
"What is that on you're door?" BJ walked forward and tried to see past Sarah.
Sarah winced. "Nothing! Nothing at all..just..erm..peeling paint!"
BJ raised his eyebrow. "On an unpainted wood door? Right. C'mon Sarah, let me see." Sarah sighed and moved out of the way.
BJ gasped and stared at the door. "What the HELL?! Hawk?! You seeing this?!" Sarah felt her face redden as she watched BJ's reaction to the unpleasant graffiti on her door.
Hawkeye's eyes widened and her just stared at the door, then at Sarah, and in quiet fury, he growled. "Who. Did. This?"
Sarah sighed and shrugged. "I don't know, I heard a bottle smash into the door and-"
Hawkeye frowned deeply. "They smashed a bottle on you're door too? That is enough! Do you want one of use to sleep here to make sure these jerks don't come back?"
Sarah shook her head. "No special treatment! I can deal with this." she looked from BJ to Hawkeye. "Trust me. If I need help, I know where you will be. I have to deal with this on my own. I'm a big girl and can handle it."
BJ nodded and sighed. "Well… if anything and I mean ANYTHING else happens Sarah...you will tell us, right?"
Sarah nodded. "Cross my heart!"
Hawkeye, however, refused to give up so easily. "You could be hurt! I don't want some idiot in this camp think he or she can bully you because of something harmless you did! I should go to Potter! I should-"
Sarah cut him off. "You should go to bed and let me handle it, Hawkeye. This isn't the first time I received this kind of treatment. I can deal with it on my own, I don't need to be protected."
Hawkeye sighed and looked down. "You're right. But…" he looked up at Sarah. "Like Beej said, anything happens, you'll tell us."
Sarah smiled at the two men. "Goodnight guys. I feel a bit like a princess with two knights willing to fight for my honour but trust me, this princess can fight."
BJ smiled a little and gave a melodramatic bow. "Well, goodnight then, shall seeth thou on the morrow." He left dragging Hawkeye with him, who did not speak or smile, just stared at Sarah, his eyes full of worry for her.
Sarah watched them leave then looked once more at the door, shook her head and turned, closing the door behind her, heading off for a good nights rest.