Wow, I didn't realize the story would conclude in this chapter but it just sort of happened. So, that said, read on! Last chapter! Thanks for coming along for the ride :)

disclaimer: I do not own M*A*S*H or any of the affiliated characters

Chapter 10: Savior

"Come on, come on, come on!" Radar whined, shaking Hawkeye's shoulder, wincing every few seconds as a shell hit, wondering how on earth the two captains could sleep through the racket.

"Radar, don't make me hurt you," he mumbled, just waking up. "Oh," he moaned, "it's raining again."

"What can we expect, Radar?" Trapper asked, raising himself.

"Bus, a few choppers, and a heck of a lot more of-" An explosion cut him off.

"Those?" Hawkeye finished for him, putting on his boots. Radar nodded and his head perked up; he heard choppers. Hawkeye and Trapper followed him out and grabbed the nearest free jeep to get to the chopper pad. They passed a parked bus and saw Andi giving orders.

By the time they got back to the O.R., the entire building was in chaos. Henry and Andi were shouting orders and operating, and people were running around everywhere and screaming when shells hit, which was constantly. Operating next to Andi, Hawkeye had to remind himself to throw his body over the patient when a shell hit, not over her.

After countless hours, the shelling had subsided to a minimum and the casualties stopped flowing in. The only one left in surgery was Andi, just finishing up on her last patient.

"You want some help?" Hawkeye asked before he washed up. She turned and looked him up and down.

"Hawk, you look like you're going to collapse any second."

"What a coincidence, because I feel the same way."

"Go take a nap," she suggested. "I won't be much longer."

Twenty minutes later, Hawkeye was dead to the world on his cot, just like Trapper. Andi, partially asleep herself, was washing up.

"Excuse?"

She turned to see who had spoken and found an anxious looking Korean woman with a child clinging to her leg. The young boy buried his face into his mother's skirt every time a shell hit, which, Andi noticed, started happening more frequently in the last few minutes. The woman, putting on a strong face for her son, winced on those occasions.

"Help?" she asked, holding out her arm, which had a long, deep gash running down it.

"Come on!" Radar yelled over the noise of the shells hitting in rapid succession.

"Going as fast as we can, Radar!" Trapper yelled in response as he and Hawkeye woke themselves up from their thirty minute power naps. Simultaneously fixing his boot and pulling a jacket on, Hawkeye ran outside to a chaotic scene that he was supposed to sort out and calm down. Following Radar's instructions, he and Trapper filed people into the mess tent and the safe house. Hawkeye, though carefully doing his job and slightly distracted by the loud explosions around him, kept an eye out for Andi. Not seeing her in the mess tent, he made a mad dash for the safe house amid the falling shells and surrounding explosions.

"Hawk?" Trapper said when he busted through the safe house door. "What are you doing here?"

"Andi," he replied, out of breath, eyes scanning, stomach sinking as he realized she wasn't there either. "I can't find her. I don't know where she is." He was panicked, looking around even more frantically, though in vain. Then he stopped. "She was in the O.R." Making another split-second decision, he turned to the door. Trapper grabbed his arm to restrain him.

"Hawk, the O.R. got hit, and it's raining shells! You got out there, you might not come back."

It was useless. "That guideline pretty much rules your entire life in the army. She's in there, Trap."

A silent exchange passed between them.

"Fine, but if you die, I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted as Hawkeye ran, bent over, to the partially collapsed building. It wasn't long before Trapper lost sight of him in a shower of shells and dust.

Inside, Hawkeye kept low to the floor, picking his way through the broken tables and fallen timber. His heart was pumping so loudly he could hear it, and as he surveyed the scene of wreckage before him, it seemed to plummet into his stomach. How could anyone be in such a mess and still be okay?

But there was something about Andi. He only knew that if she wasn't okay, he would have a feeling or something. She was all right, no matter what the odds against that were. Andi always beat the odds.

She was a female surgeon in the army.

She made him fall in love.

This was nothing.

Hawkeye sucked in air to call out her name, but instead inhaled a cloud of dust and debris, which sent him into a coughing fit. He regained his breath and, carefully, yelled, "Andi!"

Her eyes snapped open. Covering her head with one arm and the Korean woman's with the other, her face had been buried, eyes shut tight.

"Hawk!" she called back. He clumsily made his way over to where the three lay huddled under a table, pushing wood out of his way as he went. He dropped to the ground next to Andi, but she didn't let him speak. "Get them out of here."

"Oh, no, you're coming too," he yelled.

"My leg," she pointed down, and Hawkeye saw it was not under the table, but was stuck under a collapsed beam.

He cursed under his breath, groaning, "You have to be kidding me." He helped the woman and child out from under the table. He hesitated.

"Go!" she commanded.

He dropped to a knee beside her and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back," he promised, and hurriedly steered the two out of the building, holding the child close to him and wrapping a protective arm around the woman. The shelling had ebbed for a moment, and they took the opportunity to get to the safe house.

Now, not needing to protect another, Andi only threw her arms over her head when a shell hit; it was starting back up again. Every spare second she had, she pushed and pulled at the immovable wood. Dirty, wet from a broken pipe, and covered in dust, she gave up moving the beam herself and could only wait for Hawkeye. Though she wished he wouldn't go back into the shell storm, soon enough she heard him stumble through the door, coughing loudly.

He immediately ran over to her, setting to work on pushing the wood. "Move!" he commanded, as if it would listen. Together, they managed to get the beam off her leg, and Hawkeye pulled her completely under the table. "You know, I think I'm going to take an axe to that thing just for the fun of it next time I-" He cut himself off, his thought process having come to a screeching halt as Andi wrapped her arms around him. But it wasn't that. Amidst the feeling of her so close to him, the terror of their situation, the falling debris, and the vibrations of the shells hitting, Hawkeye felt her shaking.

He pulled her closer, and they sat like that, huddled underneath the table.

"I'm sorry," she whispered a while later. She laughed softly, embarrassed. The shelling had lessened finally, and moved away; the only noises could be heard from somewhere in the distance. She removed an arm from around Hawkeye to wipe her cheek. "I'm a mess."

"No," he whispered, shaking his head and removing a tear with his thumb. He didn't know the way to say she had every right to bawl like a baby if she wanted. A normal person in her situation would've dried out her tear ducts. But not Andi.

"Hawk? Andi?" Trapper called into the building.

And just like that the moment was over. "I can't tell if your Boston accent is heavy with worry or if your worried accent is heavy with Boston," Hawkeye yelled back, pulling Andi to her feet.

"Yeah, it's good to know you're alive too," the relieved surgeon shouted back. They dusted each other off and shakily walked over the broken piles of supplies and wood to the door. He never loosened his grip around her waist.

The following morning was an exact repeat of the formal goodbye to Andi that had taken place a few days prior. She still found it just as boring, though the bathrobe brigade brightened the dull moment.

"If you ever need anything, you know where to find us," Hawkeye said. "Don't forget me."

Andi almost laughed as she climbed into the jeep. "As if I could. Promise to keep in touch?"

"I'll write to you everyday, Mother," he replied.

Soon enough, her jeep was headed down the road, and all she could see were the yellow and red bathrobes.

Trapper took a breath to say something, but Hawkeye held up a hand. "I know. I'm a fool."

Soooo maybe you're wondering if that's the end. Yes, yes it is. But if you're wondering if it's THE end...I'm thinking no. I'm a sucker for happy romantic endings, but I couldn't fit everything I wanted in this story. So...sequel? I basically already have one in the works, because seriously, how could I leave it there? Thoughts? and again, thank you all for reading!