Title: 6 Weeks Later

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognize.

Summary: What if that kiss in the finale was preceded by a late night rendezvous the day before? It's 6 weeks later now, and Margaret finds out she has acquired a souvenir from the war she never expected.

Margaret Houlihan was miserable, and had been in this condition for over a week now. At first she had thought she was the most recent victim of the stomach flu that had been circulating around. However when it continued past the normal 72 hours she began to worry, and now she had the blood tests that proved it wasn't an infection…but a baby… that was causing her misery. She laughed sarcastically as she flushed the toilet and made her way to the sink. She rinsed her mouth out and looked in the mirror.

"Oh God," she stated to herself as she splashed water on her face. She looked horrible…no wonder they had sent her home from work. She exited the bathroom and flopped face down on her bed, not having the will to make it any further in her tiny apartment. After the war she had been transferred to a V.A. hospital in Wisconsin and was living a short five minutes from campus. As small as her apartment was her furnishings still didn't fill it up. A casualty of being in the army she joked. She still, however, didn't have room for a baby. Thinking of the baby made her remember all too well the nausea that was invading her body, so she let her mind wander to the man who had helped her into this situation…Hawkeye Pierce.

She smiled to herself…so many times throughout the war she had wanted to escape him…and now she was in a position that would bond them together forever. Not that it was entirely bad. In the last several months of the war she had actually become quite…fond…of him. She smiled again. Fond is not the way most women describe the father of their babies. She sighed and let herself fall into a sleep where she could escape her worries.

Two Weeks Later

Margaret finished putting the last of her clothes into her suitcase and zipped it up. Her taxi would be here any minute to drive her to the airport. She was flying into Augusta, Maine and then catching a bus to Crabapple Cove. She had called Hawkeye and told him she was going to a conference in New York, and since she was so close she wanted to come spend a couple days with him. He had been understandably shocked, but had readily agreed. If he was shocked about that, wait until she told him the real reason behind her visit. She hadn't wanted to tell him over the phone, and telling him she was coming to talk to him would have worried him. This way she could relax and tell him when the time was right.

She heard a horn honk outside of her complex. She grabbed her suitcase and purse and headed out the door. The driver was waiting by the trunk to load her bag and then she slid into the backseat and looked at her building one last time before taking off, headed to a meeting that would forever change the life of two people.

A/N: Well, there you go…a taste of the latest idea to come from my crazed mind. You know…I've never written this many fanfics for any show but this one. I think it's because MASH fans are wonderfully supportive…and I really appreciate it! Please let me know what you think…and tell me if you have any ideas because I'm not exactly sure where this is headed!