Title: Here for You: Hawkeye's Turn

Rating: T (to be safe)

Summary: It's now Hawkeye's turn to care for Margaret when she gets sick (visited by "that time of the month"). HM

Disclaimer: Don't own them, I'm making no money, blah blah blah…

A/N: This is a sequel to "Here for You", but it's not necessary to read it first.

Margaret felt terrible, although she wouldn't admit it to the man sitting next to her in the jeep. It had started out with a dull backache yesterday, and she had woken up this morning feeling as though her entire lower abdomen was caught in a vice. But she, being the person she is, didn't want anyone to know she was hurting. So when Colonel Potter asked her to accompany Hawkeye to the 8063rd for a couple of days to help them out, she didn't object. Now, though, she was regretting that decision. Most of the time her period gave her no trouble, but every once in a while it wreaked havoc on her body, and of course this was the month.

"…so we walked around the corner and….Margaret?" He looked over and her eyes were closed. "Are you asleep?"

"I wish."

"Are you alright Margaret? You haven't said a word the whole trip."

"You've been talking enough for the both of us." She knew it came out really harsh, but at the moment she didn't really care.

"Well I'm glad to know you're feeling fine. You have to be, that's the same attitude you've had all week," he stated.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come on, you've been on a hair-trigger all week. Everyone, especially the nurses, has had to tiptoe around you." He looked over at her and she looked away. They spent the rest of the trip in an uncomfortable silence. They arrived at the 8063rd late that afternoon, and were greeted by their C.O. Lt. Col. Walter Freely.

"Ah, you must be Captain Pierce." He shook the raven-haired man's hand and then turned to Margaret. "Major Houlihan? Nice to meet you." He scanned her up and down and Hawkeye felt himself become insanely jealous. "We prepared the V.I.P. tent for you, Major Houlihan. You're in with our surgeons, Pierce." He had the company clerk, a skittish-looking Corporal, put away their bags, and then told them to be ready for dinner at 5. He then left, but not before casting another glance at Margaret.

"Well, Captain, while you practice burning holes in the back of Freely's head, I'm going to lie down." Hawkeye looked at her, startled, not realizing he had been glaring at Freely's retreating form.

"Alright. I'll go meet my new roomies."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think, and what I need to improve on.