Rating : Pg
Summary : Hawkeye and Margaret get closer
Disclaimer : I own nothing, I have nothing, I won't show up in court, don't sue me. The song I heard on the last episode of the 'Johnny Carson Show'. I don't know who wrote it or who sung it, but it fits these two, I think.
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Hawkeye lay in bed staring at the ceiling of the tent in the dark. In the brief flashes of lightning he could make out his other bunkmates, both sound asleep . He counted the time in between the thunder and the lightning. Three counts.three miles away. He sighed and stretched and knew while he was wide awake at 2:30 in the morning. Margaret hadn't shown up yet.

Shortly after their return into camp from the 8063rd, she started to have nightmares every night. She'd show up and he'd let her cuddle up on the cot with him. The guys had no problem with her being there and she didn't have a problem with it, so it kept on, even past the nightmares. She came over when there was shelling and when she was lonely also. Hawkeye was to the point where he couldn't sleep without her curled soft and warm against him.

A shadow moved in front of the tent and Hawkeye was instantly alert. His heart started to pound and he looked expectantly at the door of the tent. A covered blob opened and shut the door as quietly as possible. The person dropped the wet things in a heap by the door to dry, revealing Margaret's slim frame. She moved quietly and gracefully over to the side of his cot and bent over him.

The lightning flashed and she jumped slightly, and shivered at the rumbling sound of the thunder that got closer. He reached and pulled her down on top of him and let her get settled. She hugged him to herself and listened to his heartbeat . The steady rhythm quieted and comforted her somewhat. Just then, a crash of thunder and a bolt of lightning shook the tent. The sickening sound of a tree splitting and falling sounded right outside the tent. Margaret almost jumped out of bed, taking Hawkeye with her. Hawkeye put out one arm to steady the bed and another on her back to soothe her. She shuddered violently in her fright and wouldn't be calmed.

"Hawkeye." She begged quietly. He knew she wanted him to make it all go away. So he thought for a moment and then began to sing, quietly as one would to a child.

"It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place Except you and me"

He paused and let his other hand come down to cradle her face.

"So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode"

Margaret quit shaking and took a deep, steadying breath. The storm started to pass, leaving a gentle rain in its wake.

"Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code"

Hawkeye had to grin a little at the line. He looked down at Margaret who was watching him with a small smile.

"Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear"

Hawkeye looked straight into Margaret's eyes for the final bit, meaning every last word.

"But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road"

Margaret rose up and kissed him on the lips. It was brief, but Hawkeye knew that it was more than thank you. It was a promise of things to come.