Hawkeye stared at the ceiling of the Swamp and frowned, deep in thought. He had finished up surgery and left quickly, before BJ had a chance to corner him for another 'talk'. He didn't need to hear another person tell him how awful Sarah was and what a bitch she was for what she did to him. Hawkeye didn't ask for their sympathy or loyalty, he just wanted to get to the bottom of what was happening with Sarah. He just couldn't let it go. There was SOMETHING wrong.

BJ entered the Swamp, without looking over at Hawkeye and strode directly to the still to pour himself some home brewed gin. The alcoholic equivalent of both amnesia and turpentine. Hawkeye turned his gaze to his best friend. "Beej, I-"

"Why the hell do I bother, Ben?" BJ snapped, drink in hand. Hawk knew BJ was furious. He only used his first name if there was a serious problem. "I am trying to be your friend. Trying to help you out. And you throw it back in my fucking face!" He took an angry gulp of gin.

Hawkeye sat up and glared at BJ. "I never asked for you or Margaret to side with me. I never asked for ANYONE to choose a side!" He stood up, still glaring at his best friend. "You all just automatically jumped to conclusions and figured I needed defending. I am an adult, you know BJ. I can handle myself."

BJ shook his head and sat down on his bed. "Yea, right." He took another drink. "You've been moping around for the past 24 hours and can barely make eye contact with anyone. Except from in surgery when you couldn't tear your eyes away from that bi-"

Hawkeye was on his feet and by BJ's bed in a heartbeat, he grabbed his friend by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "You call her one more name, and I swear Hunnicutt…" The drink in BJ's hand sloshed slightly at the force of the grab.

BJ's eyes widened and her stared at Hawkeye. "Really, Ben?" He stared defiantly into Hawkeye's eyes. "Is she really worth doing this?" BJ frowned at him. "Is she really worth throwing away a perfectly good friendship over?"

Hawkeye let go of BJ's shirt and turned away. "I need to get some air." He muttered and headed to the door.

"Bullshit" called BJ. "You're heading to her tent right now" Hawkeye turned back to BJ who continued. "Fine. Go. Don't say I didn't warn you." He leaned back with his drink and turned away from Hawkeye.

Hawkeye stared at BJ a moment then left the Swamp. He frowned as he walked through the small community of tents which made up the 4077th MASH. There was a chill breeze whipping through the camp, making him shiver slightly. Hawkeye kept his eyes forward, not wanting anymore sympathetic glances or words. He just wanted answers.

Hawkeye walked towards the VIP tent and paused when he spotted Frank emerging, whistling happily. A growl rose in his throat at the memory of Sarah and Frank passionately kissing. Hawkeye quickly stepped behind a nearby tent to avoid being seen by Frank, as he watched him leave. Frank was the absolute LAST person Hawkeye needed to see at that moment.

Once the coast was clear, Hawkeye walked over to Sarah's tent and knocked on the door. A muffled, weary voice called from inside. "Please. Not now. Just leave me alone." Hawkeye cleared his throat.

"Sarah?" He said softly. "Can I talk to you?" There was silence from inside the tent, Hawkeye continued. "Listen, I need to know what happened between you and me." He sighed and placed his hand on the door. "Please…I just need to understand why you did what you did."

A painful, cold laugh came from within the tent. "You know what, Hawkeye. I don't care anymore. Why don't you just open the door and find out!"

Hawkeye frowned in confusion and pushed open the door to the tent and time stopped. He stared, open mouthed at Sarah. Sarah who only 24 hours prior had kissed him and laughed with him. Sarah who was sitting, bruised and bleeding on her bed wrapped in a towel. Her lip torn and bleeding, bruising marring the right side of her face and an angry sneer crossing her features.

"Sarah?" Hawkeye's voice broke in confusion, as he stared blankly at the girl he cared so much for. "Oh God. Wh-…What the hell?" He was at a loss for words, seeing her like this. "Di-…Did Frank-"

"DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT BASTARDS NAME!" Tears of rage ran down Sarah's face. "You have no idea what he did…He.." She paused and tried to compose herself, clutching the towel around her battered, naked body. "You know? I don't care anymore. This can't be any worse than a court-martial. At least then, I can defend myself!" She glared at Hawkeye. "He made me kiss him and fuck him. He raped me." She spat. "He told me if I behaved, he wouldn't go to the MPs and ruin my reputation and career." Sarah laughed hollowly. "You know, it doesn't matter now anyway. I hope he turns me in. Anything has to be better than the thought of Frank touching me and you hating me."

Rage boiled behind Hawkeye's eyes. "I am going to rip his fucking heart out!" Hands shaking at his sides, Hawkeye took a step towards Sarah. "Sarah, love…I am so-"

Sarah raised one of her hands to stop him, the other clutching her towel. "Don't even touch me right now, Pierce." She grimaced at him. "I couldn't handle you even looking at me. Just get out. Fuck off." Sarah glared at him. "I went through hell for you, and I don't even know you're goddamn first name."

Hawkeye sighed and looked down. "Benjamin" He looked up at her, blue eyes sorry. "Please Sarah, don't turn me away. Let me help you."

Sarah's expression softened as she stared at Hawkeye. "Give me a few days. I just can't deal with anyone right now. Please, Ben." Hawkeye's heart skipped slightly, hearing her say his name. "Just don't tell anyone I told you, not yet." She turned her face from his. "Please, just go."

Hawkeye stared at Sarah, wanting nothing more than to hold her to him and tell her everything would be fine. "A few days." Hawkeye repeated. "When I come back, I want you to come with me to Potter. He can do something to help. He has to."

Sarah shrugged. "I can't talk about this right now, Ben." She tried to keep her voice calm. "Please, just go."

Hawkeye nodded at this. "For you, I promise." Then he left Sarah to her thoughts and worries about what she had done.