A/N: My first S&A fic so please be nice! I'm not entirely sure if naval vessels during WWII had medical centres on them, but even if they didn't, this is FANFICTON – just pretend, guys, pretend!
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"Nurse!" came the yell from the doorway. A young woman hurried over, dodging a stretcher being carried past and several groaning patients with surprising skill.
"Attend to Commander Walker at once. He is in need of immediate attention and must return to the bridge as soon as possible."
"Of course." Her thoughts briefly turned to another man named Walker, from a different time, a different world, but she forced herself to concentrate as she slung the Commander's arm round her neck and led him over to a free bed.
He lay down for a moment, his face pale, and then opened his eyes and sat up. "It's my arm," he told her as she expertly cut the sleeve off to get to the wound. "Stupid really… should never have tried to go onto the deck…"
She gently cleaned the small but deep cut and began to stitch it. "This will hurt a bit," she muttered.
He winced and then let out an enormous yawn. "Sorry," he grinned weakly, trying to ignore the pain. "Been on the bridge too long. I'm still not really used to this kind of ship, even after all these years… I'd go under sail every time."
The young nurse stopped and looked at him. "You sail?"
He nodded. "I sailed all the time when I was younger, before the war. A little dinghy named Swallow… there were others, but she was always my favourite."
She chuckled and continued to stitch his arm. "How strange. I used to know a family who sailed a boat called Swallow," she smiled reminiscently. "My sister and I sailed the Amazon. There. You're done." She cut the end of the thread and began to tidy away the equipment.
He stared at her for a moment, then looked down at his arm, surprised. "Oh. Thanks. What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't, but it's Ruth."
His eyes widened. "Nancy?"
She looked up, startled to hear a name no one had called her for many years. "How did you—"
"Don't you recognize me? It's me, John, John Walker!" he said excitedly.
Nancy stared at him, unable to believe her eyes. "John?" she whispered. "Is it really you?"
"Of course it is! I never – I can't believe—"
She rushed forwards and hugged him tightly, and then stepped back, blushing in a very un-Nancy-like manner. "Sorry, it's just, I thought – after the war started, and you never came back… I thought I'd never see you again," she looked at the floor, embarrassed.
"We all signed up, and I don't think Mother wanted to come on her own," he told her. Suddenly he reached up and brushed her head with his fingertips. "You cut your hair!"
Nancy grinned suddenly, and John saw a glimpse of the fearsome Amazon pirate he used to know. "It was getting in the way." He laughed; inside she was still the same girl he had known all those years ago – forever practical. If something like hair got in the way, well, it had to go. "How are the others?"
"Susan and Bridget are nurses, like you. Last I heard they were still in London, but I think Titty is head medic on one of the warships." He returned her smile; still almost unable to believe they had met again.
His smiled faded and he looked away. Nancy sat down beside him and took his hand. "John… I – I'm so sorry."
He was silent for a moment, and then, hesitantly, he pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her shoulder. She held him for a moment or two, and pulled back, uncertain just when their relationship had changed from childhood friends to something more.
"I'm sorry, John," she whispered, looking up at him. "I have to go…"
John nodded, wondering why his heart beat fast whenever she said his name. "I should get back to the bridge."
Nancy got up and walked away, but she stopped and looked back at him with a hint of a smile curving her lips. "I'll be back, Captain John," she told him. "This won't be the last time we'll see each other, don't you worry."
And John Walker laughed, knowing that Nancy, Terror of the Seas and Captain of the Amazon, was back, and nothing, not even a war, would stop her getting her way.
A/N: So... you like?