A day or so later.

The camp had nearly gone back to normal after the shock of Hawkeye and Margaret being engaged. The questions had died down, and the date had been set for the wedding.

Charles Emerson Winchester had figured that if the wedding was going to be 4 weeks a way, he had about 3 ½ weeks to act. Not much time but enough time to at least stop the wedding.

He had a list of what he could do: Scrub with Margaret.

Buy her drinks at the O' club

Make insulting (and bad) cracks about Pierce

Talk to her when ever possible

Hope to be on duty when she is.

Give her any thing she need's

Charles was very pleased with his list.

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Wounded where coming in. It was going to a so/so OR session, 15 hours, perhaps. Maybe.

Charles ran down to Margaret, helping her with a patient. He decided to start 'Get her away from that melding Pierce'.

"Leg wound, he can wait." Said Charles. "Margaret, care to scrub with me?" Asked Charles.

"Sure, why not?" Asked Margaret. "I'm pretty sure Ben won't mind."

Charles grinned as he escorted Margaret into the Scrub room

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"Margaret, darling," Said Hawkeye as he came in. "Going to scrub in with?"

"Sorry Pierce, But I all ready have the honor's of scrubbing with Margaret." Charles drawled.

"Oh. . . . . Margaret going to the O' club afterward?" Asked Hawkeye, hoping to get her hopes up after for after the OR session.

"Try again, Pierce. We were going there afterwards." With that, Charles and Margaret went in to OR, leaving a very hurt Hawkeye in the scrub room.

OR

"Scalpel."

"Scalpel."

"Clamp"

"Clamp"

"Don't you think we work great together, Margaret?" Asked Charles

"I think Margaret and I work better, Charles." Cut in Hawkeye. "I don't have to talk, she knows what instrument I want."

"Ohhhhhh that special, Pierce. Real special."

"Damn right it is."

"Cut the chatter, boys" Rang out Potter. "I don't want a fight in here."

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O' club

"Hi Beautiful," Said walking in the Officer's club, and walking over to Margaret. "Kinda of a long session, huh?" Asked Hawkeye to no one in particular.

"Not as long as the last one" said Margaret.

"Err, I'm buying the drinks for Margaret, here." Said Charles.

"Yeah, well, I'm the one marring her." Replied Hawkeye.

"And you have the rest of your life to buy her drinks.'

The argument continued until Hawkeye noticed Margaret getting up.

"Margaret, honey, where are you going?" Hawkeye asked Hawkeye when Hawkeye caught up with her in the compound.

"To my tent, Pierce."

"But why, honey?"

Margaret turned around and looked at him. "I can stand fighting. And your being foolish, you don't have to worry about losing me. Now, I'm tired, and want to go to bed-by myself." Said finishing up her lecture to Hawkeye.

"Can I give you a good night kiss?" Asked Hawkeye, his eye's pleading.

"I don't see why not." Said Margaret, putting her arms around his neck, as they both leaned in for a kiss.

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SWAMP

"BJ, there's a rat in here, but at the second." Said Hawkeye, entering the Swamp.

"Who is it?" Asked BJ

"It's Charles," Said Hawkeye, "He's been hang around Margaret, and I don't like it. She mine, for keeps."

"There's nothing to be worried about. She's engaged to you. She loves you, and break the engagement off because off Charles."

"I hope so BJ. I really hope so."