Memories

Sorry about the crappy title guys, I couldn't think of anything other than the two mountain sized basket of ironing I've had to do, and how much I'm looking forward to Downton Abbey... to say I'm a 17 year old who lives in an area where underage drinking is rife, I'm living on the wild side...

Anyway me amigos, R&R and enjoy :)


Walking into the mess hall with red, puffy eyes, George and Perco gave Hoobs a little glare, worried that he'd hurt me.

"It's okay, I'm not sad!" I smiled, sniffing and shaking my head.

They eyed Hoobs suspiciously, but didn't say anything, even though I knew they wanted to. I sighed, looking at the black coffee that didn't look decent to me at all. I don't know what it is, but I just can't bring myself to drink coffee in a morning.

"What's the matter?" Hoobs asked, looking at my displeased face.

"I'm British. I drink tea, not black coffee..."

"The mess doesn't have any tea..."

"Well that's probably why it's called a mess then, isn't it? You can't have coffee without tea."

"Hey, Sunny, watch this." Perco said. He picked up his mug, took a big gulp and set it back down. "Coffee without tea."

"Wise ass." I muttered under my breath. I blushed, as I felt Hoobs' hand find mine under the table.

"What's that?" George smirked, leaning in to look at me.

"What's what? I don't know what you're talking about."

Then he started to laugh, and the whole mess looked at him, before going back to their conversations. I glared at George, getting redder. He only stopped laughing when Bull came up behind him and hit him round the back of the head.

"You leave Little Sunshine alone. She's gonna be patching you up."

"Hopefully, I won't have to patch him up, ever."

George carried on smirking, pointing at me.

"You gotta admit Bull, she's as red as Malark's hair. You two aren't doing anything under there are you."

"Listen here George Luz." I ordered, poking him in the chest. His smirk fell off his cheeky lips, "I'm already over looking the fact that you walked into the showers while I was in there on purpose, don't push it."

Now it was him who went redder than Malark's hair. I stuck my tongue out, satisfied that I had gotten my own back, and rose from my seat. Hoobs joined me too, and we left the mess, exiting to cat calls and whistles.


Outside, Hoobs held his hand out to me, but I took the last two fingers in my hand. It had started in Toccoa, when we were alone one night, and I was playing with his hands, one of my favourite things to do. Hoobs smiled down at me, with a strange look on his face. It was a cross between a look of awe, adoration, love, friendship, wonder and all these other things, rolled into to one.

"You know.. I can't believe it.." he breathed after a while.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him.

"That I was mean to you.. you know to try and get you to leave.."

"Why did you try to get me to leave?"

"Because.. I dunno, I guess I wanted to protect you."

"I'm the medic, I'm meant to be protecting you."

He pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head with a smile.

"Do you believe in soul mates?" he questioned me, still holding me in his arms.

"Oh god." I joked, rolling my eyes.

"Well not soul mates.. just, people who belong together... my ma always said, that love is like paper-"

"Thin and white?"

"No..." Now he rolled his eyes. "She used to say, everyone has their perfect match, and no two halves are the same, like paper. There's only one other like it, if you rip a piece of paper in half."

"Ohhh, I see..."

"You see where I'm going with this?"

"Umm.. are you trying to tell me I'm thin, white and ripped in half?"

He just frowned, but I could see him hiding a smile.

"I'm saying.. well trying to say... that... well... do you think we were meant to be?"

I was stumped.

"Well... I... um.."

"Beau, I'm not mad at you if you say you don't know, or no."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have to go to training... I'll see you at lunch... and then you can tell me what we are." I told him, catching sight of Gene, who was looking around for me.

"You're my girl. That's what we are. You're my girl, I'm your guy and there's no two ways about it."

"So I don't have a say? It's a bit over the top isn't it?" I smirked, glancing back at Gene, who'd seen me by now.

"Whatever... you better get your ass over to Gene, he looks desperate."

"It must be the effect I have on people, you look the same when I'm not around." I told him, sticking out my tongue. He gave me a shy smile and blushed, before he gave me a tender kiss on the lips.


I woke with a start. I was in a hospital bed, far away from the line. In the beds next to me, were Joe and Bill, who were both having a conversation with each other, before they noticed I was awake. They smiled, as I drifted back off.


"Lemme have your tags a minute." Hoobs said as we sat down with our lunch. I looked at him suspiciously, but gave them him anyway. I watched as he took off his own, taking the second tag from his and swapping it with the second tag from mine, so we had one of each.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, putting my tags on.

"Just because I can."

"Always a good reason. Now don't go getting all soppy on me Donald Duck." I told him, taking a drink of my water.

"You two love birds mind? Some of us are trying to eat here." George scolded perfectly in Perconte's voice. It caught me off guard and I ended up spitting my water out back into my cup as I laughed. I laughed even harder as he carried on the impression, while Perco stood behind him.

Well until Sobel strode into the mess. He pointed at me and my heart stopped. Needless to say, I was scared to death of this man.

"You've been billeted into a nearby house. You'll take your things and Evans will drop you there." he informed me, looking pleased to get rid of me, for now.

"Yes sir."

"And Beauclaire?" I stopped and turned to face him. "You'll be sharing with 3 other nurses."

I hadn't really been in female company since Penwarden and I almost winced at the thought.

However, instead of the awkwardness, it was fantastic having other girls to talk to.

There was Charlotte, or Charlie, from Saffend (yes another South Ender). She was bubbly and talkative, and by far my favourite. Then there was Marnie, from Topeka, Kansas, and had the best accent ever. Full stop. And last but not least, Hazel from Wales. She was a real vally girl.


We soon became fast friends, and that night, we sat around the kitchen table, smoking and playing scrabble.

"I heard some of the Americans are goin' 'aht tonight." Charlie announced, winning the game for the fourth time that night.

"Well they didn't tell me... mind you, our CO keeps taking our passes." I replied, leaning back in my seat when someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get that, Charlie gets to make another pot of tea because she won." Hazel joked, getting up to answer the door.

We'd barely started talking again, when she walked back in with a huge smirk on her face.

"Well, looks like our mate already has a G.I. Joe." she smiled, as Hoobs stepped through the kitchen door way.

"Hoobs! What are you doing here?!" I laughed, jumping up from my seat in surprise and happiness.

"I missed you." he replied simply, with a shrug and he sweet little smile.

The girls 'awwed' in unison, as I went over hugged the life out of him. We blushed, as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Jesus Hoob, hurry up! I thought we were going for a drink!" George's voice called from out side. We rolled our eyes at him.

"Hey, you didn't say he'd brought his friends!" Charlie whined at Hazel.

"I didn't know."

"Just get your damn coats, they're pains, but they'd be glad for the company."


Marnie and Hazel really hit it off with George and Perco, but Charlie was left all on her own.

"It's okay, go and have fun... I should be used to this." she replied sadly when I asked her if she wanted to watch the guys play darts.

And then Donald Malarkey came walking in. She didn't see him stare at her for a while, when he got his drink, but after he came straight over. Shyly, but he came to talk to her anyway.

"Hey Lark. This is Charlie, Charlie, this is Malark." with that I got up and left.

"Look at you, bringing people together." Hoobs smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's what I do."

"I love you so much." he chuckled, giving me a lingering kiss. Looking around the bar before making his decision, Hoobs pulled me quietly to the door, and we left unnoticed.


I woke up, red faced, with a little smile on my lips. My cheeks got redder, as I saw Joe and Bill staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing.. just wonderin' why you got a blush an' a smile on ya face." Bill grinned, wheeling his chair over to me.

"Dreamin' about Hoobs?"

I blushed even more. If only they knew.


The next morning I woke up sore, with Hoobs' arm thrown over my naked body. I bit my lip, to stop the tears falling, after my memories came flooding back. He stirred when I moved away.

"Beau?" he mumbled into my pillows. When I didn't reply, he woke up, rubbing his eyes and pulling me to him. "Beau, what? Why are you crying?"

Then he noticed the blood on the sheets.

"Oh God Beau! Please tell me... why didn't you tell me that you were..."

"That I was a virgin?"

"Yeah.. I thought you'd.. I mean, you said in Toccoa..."

I shook my head, embarrassedly and ashamed. He looked panicked.

"Oh god and I just... oh god Beau, please forgive me, I didn't.."

"I'd rather have you taken it, than anyone else." I admitted shyly. "I love you.."


He kissed me more times than I could count and we fell back to sleep soon after, although we were woken up not long after by a loud bump out side my door.

"Shh George, can't you be more careful?" Marnie's voice hissed. So we weren't the only ones who snook off last night.

"Yeah yeah Dorothy, quit yakking at me and help me get down these damn stairs!" George hissed back, falling down a few more steps.

Hoobs snorted loudly at the two of them, before he turned his attention to me.

"I like this."

"Like what?"

"Waking up with you in my arms. It's the best feeling in the world." he smiled, kissing me on the head. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, resting my head on his shoulder.


Days later, we had a training exercise. Sobel got us lost, and we were all cold and wet and annoyed, but George and Perco had a solution, as usual.

"Hey, Luz, can you do major Horton?"

"Does a wild bear crap in the woods son?" I'd only heard Major Horton speak once, but George had him dead on. Everyone laughed, including George, only his smile slipped when Perco asked him a second question.

"You think the good major could goose this schmuck?"

He looked worried.

"Ah no, no no no no no!" he pleaded, while everyone else encouraged him. He turned to me, asking if I thought he could do it.

"Oh, you got it, you got it!"

He grinned.

"What is the God Damn hold up captain hold up Captain Sobel!"

Watching his face contort in confusion had us all laughing our asses off, and George kept having to shush us so he didn't lose it.


"Jeeze, those were good times huh?" Bill smiled, as he sat on my bed, stroking my hair. I smiled weakly.

"Remember on D-Day and you had to cut yourself out of your harness and you landed smack on top o'Joe. Almost squished him flat!" the Philly man laughed.

"There you go with my fat ass again!" I giggled, ending in a coughing fit, which caught the attention of a nearby nurse.

"For Gods sake, she had her lungs turned into pin cushions, and you're making her laugh!"