Sarah walked towards the VIP tent and smiled to herself. He really was something. Not a few weeks ago Hawkeye had been ready to kick her out of the camp, now they were almost inseparable. Shaking her head, she walked past the Swamp. A nasty string of words followed her as she passed.

Turning around, she saw Amber and Frank talking. "Well if it isn't the newest addition to the freakshow 4077. Are you going to wallop one of our chief surgeons again, Erik?."

Sarah's eyes narrowed at the two. "I go by Sarah now, Amber. Don't forget I am a surgeon too AND I outrank if you are trying to score points off me by using my moral standards, you are not prepared enough. You wouldn't know decency if it fell from the sky and landed on that big melon above your neck! And call me, Ma'am when addressing me, next time!" Amber bristled and was about to make a comment, then Frank put a hand on her shoulder.

"Now now fighting. really need to calm down. Sarah is a smart girl, she knows she did something wrong." Amber looked at Frank and stormed off muttering obscenities.

Frank looked back at Sarah and narrowed his eyes. "You've made a nasty enemy Sarah, and I don't forget my enemies." He grinned at her like a wolf about to kill a small animal and walked away.

Sarah looked after him, growling. "Don't you DARE threaten me, Frank Burns!" Frank stopped and chuckled coldly. "That mouth will get you in to so much trouble, young lady." He turned to look at her. "People will see the real you eventually, like I have. Pierce and Hunnicutt are fooled by your looks and manners, which aren't bad at all." He sidled up to her and smirked in her face. "You are very beautiful and your manners are polite enough, but you are just trash like that cross dressing freak Klinger!"

Sarah took a step back. "But...if you behave and act in a nice manner. I may just forget that." Frank's hand came up to touch her face.

"I wouldn't do that." A dangerously quiet voice from behind them stopped Sarah's second hit to Frank. Frank turned to see a pair of angry blue eyes focused on him, as Hawkeye approached the two, his fists balled at his sides.

Frank smirked at Hawkeye and put his hand on Sarah's face holding her chin, oozing honey. "Or you'll what.. 'Captain'. Don't you have a few patients to be treating? I was just having a word with dear Sarah here...One I'd like to finish" Hawkeye opened his mouth to say something truly nasty about Frank's mother when all of a sudden there was a dull thud and Franks' eyes bulged and he gasped, dropping like a stone, clutching his head.

Hawkeye looked at Sarah who shrugged and looks at the place where Frank was standing and it had been filled by Major Margaret Houlihan, holding a binder full of notes, glaring down at Frank who was moaning and whining. "That'll teach Ferret-face to respect a woman's personal space." She looked up at Sarah. "Don't judge all the nurses by the actions of a few idiots." Margaret smiled at Sarah and held out her hand. " Major Margaret Houlihan, head nurse of the 4077th."

Sarah shook her hand and looked back down at Frank. "That is one heck of a swing you have there, Major." Margaret smiled faintly. "I know how stupid Frank can be and what idiotic things he does, so I got a lot of practice."

Sarah chuckled a little as Margaret took her arm. "If you'll excuse us Pierce, I need to borrow Marlowe for just a little while." Hawkeye smiled at Margaret. "After a hit like that Margaret, I'd give you General McArthur and the state of Maine!" Sarah gave Hawkeye a small wave and walked off with Margaret.

As they walked together, Margaret asked Sarah about her past and where she came from. The two talked together for quite a while, laughing over the fact that they both walloped Frank in a matter of 1 week.

"I suppose that is a good bonding tool, no?" Margaret laughed and it took Sarah aback a little.

"Wow.I've never seen you laugh like that before Major..you always seem so strict and straight laced."

Margaret smiled at Sarah. "I know.I can be a little hard nosed and tough. It's the way I was raised, all military family."

Sarah nodded. "My sister was a nurse in the 3223rd until she was sent home and my father fought in World War II, so I guess my family is quite military also."

Margaret looked at Sarah. "You I said before, don't judge all of us on the actions of Amber and Amy. They are just idiotic twits who think they can sleep their way around the camp."

Sarah nodded and looked up, noticing that Margaret was leading her to the officers club. "C'mon Marlowe, I think we should celebrate after a hit like are on me."

Walking into the club, the girls both sat at the bar and ordered their drinks, chattering with the bartender. After about three rounds of drinks Sarah felt much better about her situation at the camp and her past dealings with the less desirable people in it.

After the sixth round of drinks however, Sarah was seriously beginning to feel a drunk, as was Margaret apparently. "Sho ash I wash shaying.. Hawkeye ish one hot and shexy doctor." Sarah slurred as she took a drink of her seventh. "I would love to grab him and kish him."

Margaret chuckled as she drank her drink. "Yesh.. Hawk ish nothing quite like Curly Trapentyre who wash here firsht.. he wash sho nishe.." The two women cackled and finished their drinks. "You know shomething.. I think I need a cup of I may be shick."

Margaret smiled at Sarah. "Bartender! One cup of coffee for Sharah.. and one for me too, or I may fall over." The bartender smiled and laughed quietly as he brought the two coffees to sober up with.