About a dozen cups of coffee later, Sarah was feeling much better and walked back to her tent after saying a goodbye to Margaret. She wanted to have a shower before going off to see Hawkeye again, mainly because she was pretty sure she smelt like a distillery. On approaching her tent, she made a discovery; a new word was added to the multitude on her door, 'Whore'. Gasping at it she blinked and looked at it again, this was getting to be too much. She could understand the words 'Freak' and 'Sicko', but 'Whore'? Who would write such a word? Who would do such a it dawned on her. She thought of the one man who had made a really sick pass at her recently and she had nearly beaten to death within the last few days, Frank Burns. Rage built up in her as she stared at the door. That stupid son of a bitch, how dare he even try to make her feel dirty for just being alive? Growling she stormed into her tent, nearly bumping into Frank who was standing in the middle of her tent glaring at her.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at Frank. "Oh you have all the balls in the WORLD! What do you think you are doing in my tent, Burns? You aren't welcome within 10 feet! Get a clue. I. Don't. Like. You."

Frank smirked at Sarah and smiled evilly. "Cozying up to my ex. Eh, Sarah? You two make quite the pair.. both beautiful, blond and blue eyed women who caused me more than enough grief."

Sarah chuckled coldly. "You brought that grief on yourself, have to social skills of a dead tree stump."

Franks stepped closer to Sarah and snarled at her. " I warn you Marlowe.. unless you keep your mouth shut, I will personally go to the MP's and tell them you falsified your way into this outfit."

This made Sarah stop dead. She knew full well how the American army dealt with liars and embellishers. There would be a court hearing and she would probably wind up in either the stockade or worse, a mental health institute. This would kill her reputation as a doctor, let alone how it would affect her poor parents, it would kill her father to find this out.

Sarah looked at Burns angrily, but kept her cool. "What do you want, Burns.."

Frank's nasty smile widened. "Well.. for starters, call me 'Sir', Sarah. Show some respect your commanding officer."

Grimacing at the thought, she nodded. "Yes sir."

Frank moved closer to Sarah, grabbing her chin and looking into her eyes. "Oh this is gonna be fun.. I've only just begun with you, missy." He licked his lips, or lack there of. "And , if you tell anyone about I will go to the MP's, got it?"

Sarah breathed out hard, frowning. "Yes sir.."

Frank let go of her chin and moved closer to her. "You are very pretty you know.. I could use that to my advantage. . And won't that be fun." Frank drew his thumb over Sarah's lower lip. "Goodnight, Marlowe. Sweet dreams!" He chuckled and turned, leaving Sarah staring after him.