A/N: Hi there!

Well, first off; I'm not sure how many people will read this because there was only one series and it ended twelve months ago, so I'm not holding my breath haha. But I only just discovered Combat Hospital, and the idea for this story refused to get out of my head until I'd at least written some, so here it is ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own Combat Hospital. I wish I did, but I don't so there it is. :)

Please, if you do read this, let me know what you think! I'd love to hear your opinions.

Love lots


The harsh Afghan sun beat ferociously on the Kandahar hospital. Even through the metal of the plane, Jay could feel the heat, and her t-shirt stuck to her body uncomfortably. Mostly out of restlessness, and partly out of a seemingly unquenchable longing, she pulled out a photograph from her bag to distract her mind of the very shaky landing they were in the middle of. It had been taken a lifetime ago, when things had been simpler, before she had been alone. She saw her own face beaming upwards; between the two people she loved the most. Looking at them, Jay grinned. The memory was four years old, but Jay could still remember even the tiniest of details about the day the snapshot was taken. The three of them had sat in a small pub in England, but only her older brother had been old enough to drink back then. She could still hear the football match that had been on the wide-screen television, and the clink of glasses. They'd had fun, but the day was bittersweet. The whole time the three of them had spent together was tainted with the knowledge that Simon was once again leaving for Kandahar the next morning, and the time of their next reunion was uncertain.

Jay had been fifteen at the time, and she hadn't known that her boyfriend Ollie, the third person in the picture, would only be twelve months behind Simon. Ollie was two years Jay's senior, so by the time he joined the British military and was shipped out to Afghanistan, he was eighteen years of age. Despite her begs and pleas, there had been nothing Jay could say or do to make Ollie change his mind.

But now, that didn't matter. Within minutes, Jay would be landing in Kandahar, ready to work at the same hospital as her brother. She had no real medical experience, but 'Doctor' wasn't the only job in a hospital and in a war zone like Kandahar, they could use all the hands they could get. Jay hadn't told Simon or Ollie of her plans, because she knew that they would not agree with her. She had kept her decision a secret, because once she arrived, they had no way to make her leave again.

As a voice announced just how close they were to landing, Jay took a deep, shaky breath and one last long glance at the picture before tucking it away and again and holding tightly to her seat. She closed her eyes and thought about anything that would keep her distracted until finally, after what seemed like hours, she felt the aircraft thud against the ground as they landed. There was no turning back now.

Simon lay on his bed in the spacious room he had been given, his socked toes wriggling to a song only he could hear as he thumbed through an extremely worn paper back that he had read a million times since arriving in Afghanistan. He didn't mind, though he sometimes wished he had a newer book to occupy his spare time. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the digital clock next to his bed, and when he looked, the screen blared that it was twelve-thirty in the afternoon. He quickly did the mental calculations, working out that it was nine in the morning in London, and he contemplated giving Jay a call. He decided against it at that time, knowing that she liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings. She always sounded pleased to hear from him, no matter when he called, but he still felt mean for waking her. No, he thought, I'll wait a little longer. He turned his attention back to the ragged pages of the book and read for a few more minutes before restlessness took over. He closed the book and put it away, sitting up and slipping his feet into the shoes that lay dutifully next to his bed. His plan was to grab some lunch, because by the time he had finished, Jay would probably be awake, and he would be able to talk to her properly, without feeling guilty for waking her up. Simon liked talking to his younger sister, more than she imagined, and Jay had a way of making Simon feel better, even when, like now, he wasn't entirely sure what was wrong. Despite being thirteen years younger, Jay was the only person Simon felt like he could tell anything to, and she would completely understand. He sometimes called her, if he had time, when there was a particularly difficult procedure he had to perform, and his usually unwavering self-certainty was shaky. She reassured him, made him feel better, and he had never once had anything go wrong after one of those highly motivating phone calls. She was his good luck charm; even better than four-leaf clovers, stray eyelashes, pennies, wishing wells and horseshoes.

If Jay had thought it was hot inside the plane, outside was unbearable. The sun glared off then lenses of her glasses, making it almost impossible for her to see, and the dust in the air only added to the difficulty. After getting off the plane, she had slung her bags over her shoulders, still needing both hands for the remaining ones. She wore loose fitting trousers and a black vest top with heavy boots. She didn't wear a uniform, like many of the others who had shared the plane ride with her, because she wasn't there as part of the military. She was considered a 'civilian'. She had been told so many times how dangerous the job she was going to do was, and despite what a lot of people had said when she told them of her plans, she had considered it very carefully. However, she hadn't told them one of the main reasons she was there, and she wasn't completely sure that she was going to tell anyone. It shouldn't matter why she was there; only that she was.

Growing irritated when she couldn't find the building she had been instructed to report to upon her arrival, Jay quickly removed her glasses and wiped them on the edge of her shirt. She mentally cursed herself for not bringing contact lenses, but she knew it was too late to do anything about it now, so she carried on walking. After another few minutes of being lost, Jay resigned to finding someone to ask for directions. When a group of uniformed officers ran past her she tried, and failed, to get their attention. It was then that she spotted a young looking woman with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was walking, almost casually, towards her and Jay took the opportunity, or she suspected she would be wondering aimlessly for awhile longer.

"Excuse me?" Jay said, a little louder than necessary to get the woman's attention.

"Hi?" The woman replied as she approached, and Jay saw that she was wearing a Canadian flag on the side of her khaki uniform.

"I'm lost," Jay explained with a sheepish smile "Do you think you could tell me where to find Colonel Marks?"

The woman gave Jay a warm smile and nodded "Come on, I'll walk with you. I'm Rebecca Gordon by the way."

"Jay Hill." Jay replied, holding out her hand for Rebecca. "Are you a doctor here?"

"Yes." Rebecca replied, taking Jay's outstretched hand. She looked at Jay with slightly furrowed eyebrows "Are you? You seem a little young."

"No," Jay answered with an amused grin "I'm just a helping hand."
"Well, you're more than welcome." Rebecca answered as they made their way across the base. The two women chatted casually as they went along, but their conversation was disturbed by a deep male voice from behind.


Jay stopped and smiled. She would know that voice anywhere. She dropped her bags to the floor and spun around. Her grin spread out widely across her cheeks when she saw her brother.

A/N 2: If you're reading this, it means you read the first chapter, so thank you millions!