Things were starting to heat up in my tent as Trapper and I flopped onto my bunk.

"Annabelle," he murmured.

"Yes Trapper?" I sighed.

, "Marry me Annabelle, then I can at least have the satisfaction that I want." I laughed as Trapper’s lips said the last words to my neck.

"You’re already married doctor."

He kissed me, "Haven’t you heard of bigamy?" I sighed, trying desperately not to let my feelings get the better of me.

"Trapper, I hardly think that bigamy is something either your wife or I approve of it." Trapper sighed now, his heavy breathing showed that he was having as hard a time as I was with the way he felt.

"Annie, you’ve got to stop being so reserved," I kissed him.

"I hardly call anything I get up to reserved."

Trapper had to laugh, "I meant less reserved in what Major Houlihan would call the Bedroom Olympics." I rolled my eyes.

"I have out drunk, out danced and out kissed both you and Hawkeye. So, every other part of my life is wild, and I just don’t want this part of my life to get any wilder." Trapper seemed genuinely frustrated now; he was usually more understanding when I cooled him off.

"Annie, do you have any idea of what I’m going through here?" I sat up, my top half only semi-clothed.

"Trapper, I’m not exactly having an easy time here either. If I let myself get carried away, god knows what I’ll do. I don’t want to do anything I’ll regret." Trapper pulled me back to lie down next to him.

"Annie, baby, you wouldn’t regret it," His hand stroked my stomach, very early on Trapper had discovered my stomach was particularly sensitive and that stroking it slowly was one of the best ways to have me become putty in his hands.

"You wouldn’t regret it, Annabelle my love, I’d make it so you wouldn’t." I put my hand over his, squeezing it warmly.

"But would you Trapper? You’re a married man, and god only knows you can be so good. But would you regret the fact that in a single moment, you not only took someone’s virtue, but undermined her beliefs as well?"

Trapper cuddled me close to him, "I hate you." I smiled, knowing every word wasn’t true. "I hate you because you’re so innocent about the ways of the world, you’re so… self-assured, and right. You know just what a person is thinking, and I don’t mean the way Radar can, you can read their emotions."

I hugged him tightly, "I love you Trapper, you know that, but I’m just not ready." Trapper stroked my cheek.

"I think we should probably call it a night, I have a whole half-hour before I’m due in Post-Op." I sat up.

"Thanks for reminding me, I swapped with Ginger this morning, I’m expected there at midnight too." Trapper stood up and gave me a kiss. He left the tent.

"Where are you going Trapp?"

His reply amused me, "To have a cold shower."

A few mornings later I stood in the chow line. Trapper and I had pretty much avoided getting close since the other night.

"Good morning" Two men kissed me on the cheek and plopped a mug of coffee on my tray. I laughed; Hawkeye and Trapper had done this when Captain Hildebrand had visited. Henry stared at the two white cups filled with brown liquid.

"Annie, is all that caffeine really required?" He asked tiredly. I shrugged and let Igor slop ‘scrambled eggs’ onto my tray.

"Keep going Igor, I have the feeling I won’t be the only one eating this breakfast." I chuckled as Trapper grabbed several slices of toast, and Hawkeye another cup of coffee. We sat down, I was right, like during Hildebrand’s visit, Hawkeye, Trapper and I began sharing my breakfast.

There was a hand rubbing my knee, Hawkeye’s I realised. God that man stopped at nothing his hand slid higher.

"Meet me in the supply tent after our shifts" He whispered, my eyes widened.

"Hawkeye," I hissed as Henry collapsed into a place opposite us.

"Meet me," Hawkeye said louder as he stood up. With that, he cupped my chin in his hand and kissed me firmly until I was gasping for breath. He winked at me and left.

I slid a little closer to Trapper; "He wants me to meet him in the supply room." I said, "But I don’t know what to do." Trapper looked surprised.

"Annie I want you to go with him and have a good time. I want you to go out and dance and fall in love just like any other girl would. I just don’t want you getting too wrapped up with me, I’m married Anne you know that. Please, for me, see other people too." I smiled.

"Oh Trapper, you’re so wonderful. But okay, I will if it will make you happy" I kissed him and stood up, "You can finish the eggs Trapper."

The Supply Tent was dimly lit; there was romantic music and Hawkeye. He might have been a womaniser, but he knew how to turn on the charm so well, it would have been hard to resist him.

"Annie," his voice sounded pleased I’d come. He turned to see me, "Oh, Annie." He took me into his arms and began rocking with the music.

"Yes Hawkeye?" I asked, my body curving automatically to fit against his.

"You look so beautiful in that." He said, I smiled.

"Thankyou, Klinger gave it to me, the Korean lady who made it used Radar as a model because Radar ordered it for Klinger, and well, Klinger, excellent seamstress he may be, can take a dress in two or three inches to fit me, but he can’t lengthen a dress two feet." Hawkeye gave one of his boisterous laughs, which set me into a fit of giggles.

"Annie, you should really meet my dad, his sense of humour is exactly the same as yours is… pathetic." I tried to pull away from him, but his grip on me had tightened.

"No better than yours! Now, what did you want me here for?" Hawkeye chuckled and led me to a makeshift sofa, boxes with a mattress and blanket on top.

"Trapper’s worried about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt if he goes home to Louise. I was supposed to seduce you, but I think you’re probably too girl-next-door for that."

I blushed, "Well, I had a talk with him. I know what he feels and I’ve decided to try and let someone else into my heart." I said, my eyes not meeting Hawkeye’s face.

"Good, do you think you can try with me?" I looked up; there was so much hope in his face, like a small child asking for a treat.

"Okay," I nodded; he slid closer towards me, and took me to him. He held me close and kissed me, my arms twined around his neck of their own accord, as I returned the kiss passionately. Hawkeye looked at me when we finally came up for air.

"Wow" he said, touching my lips with his finger, "You sure know how to make a single kiss really something." I smiled; I enjoyed it when I could make Hawkeye as breathless as he made me.

"Yes, well, I had a very good teacher." Hawkeye laughed and kissed me.

"For which I shall thank Trapper profusely," Hawkeye smiled, and kissed me and as I kissed him back, he lay me back on the ‘sofa’, shifting himself to lie fully on top of me.

"Whoa, Hawkeye. There are a few little things you should know about me."

"Annie, do you want an escort to the movies tonight?" Hawkeye asked, "And someone to take you home?" I smiled.

"I promised tonight to Trapper. But I do promise that I will go tomorrow night with you."

He smiled softly, "Alright Annie, I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night."

I laughed, "It’s a date." I had had a wonderful time with Hawkeye in the Supply Tent. He was very understanding when I told him about my life, very frustrated, disbelieving, and amazed, but wonderful. But I still cared for Trapper, I still cared for him immensely, and I knew he cared for me. We’d been through a lot together, medically, emotionally and physically and we weren’t prepared to let each other go. I bit my lip and sighed, I couldn’t make a decision which man I loved more, who I’d rather be with, as I wanted to be with them both.

Henry came up, "Annie are you okay?" I shook my head, "Do you want to talk about it?" I smiled.

"Thankyou Henry, that’d be great." He offered me his hand and helped me up.

"Let’s go to the OR, Father Mulcahy’s in my office, trying to get some supplies for the orphanage."

I smiled, "Bless him," Henry laughed and led me to the deserted OR.

"Okay Annie, spill," Henry said once we were settled, I was sitting on a table and he was facing me, waiting while I thought.

"I love Trapper, and I love Hawkeye and I don’t know who I love more, and I don’t know which man I want to be with. I’m so confused."

Henry sighed, "Annie, oh dear, well, I’m going to do something, and I’m afraid it will confuse you worse, but it’s something I have to do." I looked at him, trying to read his face; an unfamiliar look was on it… one I realised that I had never seen before. I was still trying to figure it out when he kissed me.

Now kissing Henry was something I’d done once before when we had both been drunk, but when we were both sober, it was amazing; there was so much power and intensity. He pulled back.

"Oh Anne, I’m so sorry, you turned to me for advice and I’ve gone and betrayed your trust." He turned and walked blindly from the room, and almost into Father Mulcahy. I slid off the table; there had been some serious chemistry in that kiss and I barely noticed the Father’s gentle hand on my shoulder.

"My daughter, is there anything you’d like to tell me? I can’t help notice you seem rather preoccupied." I turned to him.

"Can we talk in your tent Father?" He opened the door.

"Come with me, my child."

"Annabelle, you’re obviously in a jam but I can’t tell you what to do. I’m going to tell you something and I think that it will give the power to make your own decision. You’re a 25-year-old woman, and although I know little about your past, I know a lot about your beliefs. Your beliefs and faith with tell you to do what’s right." Father Mulcahy offered me a hanky and wiped tears from my eyes.

"Thankyou Father, I think I need to talk to Colonel Blake now." He smiled.

"That’s right Anne, have faith my child." I left the tent and took a deep breath. I’d ‘seen the light’ so to speak. I knew that although there was something powerful between Colonel Blake and I, he was 43; he was older than my mother. I knew I loved Trapper but I also knew he was married and he would have to return to Louise, Katherine and Rebecca. I knew Hawkeye loved me, and I knew that I loved him and I knew that we had potential.

"Ma’am!" Radar ran into me, grabbed my arm and yanked me towards Henry’s office.

"It’s Colonel Blake ma’am, he’s awful upset about something, and he wants you." I began jogging, and then running as we approached the office. Henry was a mess, he was drinking and throwing things around.

"Annie?" he called as I came in.

"It’s me Henry, and it’s okay I forgive you." I said, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes Henry, I understand what you did, and why and I’m not angry and I still trust you, I still feel like you’re my father and that’s not going to change."

He smiled, "Oh Annie, I was in Portland for a week in ’27…"

I smiled, "I was born in 1926." He hugged me tightly.

"I’m so sorry for what I did and probably confusing you worse." I hugged him back.

"It’s okay, really, Father Mulcahy helped me clear my head, and I know we won’t work out, but you can still be like my father, there’s no harm there." I looked up at him, I had forced myself to say these words, and I know he understood them, but he couldn’t accept them.

He kissed me again, and I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his neck. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He sat me on the desk, and we kept kissing.

"Whoa," He murmured as we pulled back, gasping. "Whoa Annie, that was something, and I know that you want to keep going, but I think it’s best if we remain friends." I smiled, it was funny how he could completely ignore your idea and then five seconds later come up with it himself.

"Friends." He shook my hand and I let myself out. Father Mulcahy saw me and asked how it went. "Father, one down, one to go. I have to tell Trapper."

"Tell Trapper what?" said the man in question, I jumped, I hadn’t seen him come up.

"I didn’t scare you did I?" He teased.

"No, yes, well, Trapper I need to talk to you about us." Trapper looked at me, he could read my face.

"You’ve made up your mind haven’t you?" Father Mulcahy slipped away to let us talk alone. I nodded, tears forming in my eyes.

"Yes, Father Mulcahy helped me see what was right." Trapper wiped a tear from my eye.

"Oh Annabelle sweetness, don’t cry, we can still be good friends, really good friends, you can still come to me for anything you want… well almost anything, you know what I mean."

I sniffled, "I know Trapper, it’s just…" he put a finger to my lips.

"Ssh Anne, I know how you feel. Friends, we’ll be friends who are really close." I smiled.

"How about brother and sister? Because we can still see the movie tonight." He smiled wider.

"I love that idea Anne, and you’re now my baby sis." I hugged him, relief at his cool acceptance making me cry my eyes out.

"Anything you say bro."

Hawkeye smiled and kissed me goodnight, "Annie, I’m really glad you decided to stay with me. And I love your idea that Trapper’s your big brother, it’s really nice, really familiar." I laughed at that particularly poor joke.

"Hawkeye, thankyou for being you, for being single…" He laughed.

"Who’s single?" He kissed me, "I’m with you, and you’re with me." I laughed and hugged him.

"Oh Hawkeye, I love you so much." He cradled me to him, rocking softly.

"And Annabelle, I love you too."