Summary: it's the drabble that has ended. Period.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or universes or personalities or computers . . . except maybe Kathleen, JM, Kate, Ellen and Laura. No copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: Post all of MASH, Post-Chosen
Warning: Character Death
Word Count: 111
Hawkeye sent a rakish grin over his shoulder to his wife. "Nah."
Margaret floated next to him and looked in on their special charges. The Slayers in Cleveland were playing in the snow. Laura was watching from the window of the Girls' House with her daughter, Ellen Hawk Feather, in her arms. Xander was shoveling the driveway and grumbling.
"I taught him that," Hawkeye bragged. "You have to lift with your knees, not your back."
Margaret smirked as Xander slipped and fell. Kathleen caught him before he could do any damage to himself and took the shovel away from her Watcher.
"That he knew before I met him though."