I don't own Eureka, definitely don't own Nathan, and that makes me cry, but I do own Colonel Webster.
Stark walked into Allison's office. "Allison, we do not need another doctor. I can handle the load just fine!" he snapped.
Allison looked up from the report she was reading. Everyone knew that their relationship had started up again, but she wasn't planning on giving him any special treatment. "This wasn't my call Nathan. And I don't care what you say, I am still your boss."
Nathan grinned seductively. "Ooh, so we're taking charge now, huh?"
Allison ignored him and went back to her paper. "We're getting another doctor and that's final. Oh, and she's going to be in charge."
Nathan coughed. "Uh…excuse me?"
"You heard me Nathan. She's one of the best trauma surgeons that the Army has. She's going to be the chief of medicine here."
Nathan shook his head disbelievingly. "No way Allison. She can't be chief of medicine. You have to have Level 5 Security clearance. No doctor outside Eureka has that."
Allison was hardly paying attention. "She does."
"That's impossible! What the fuck does an Army doctor need Level 5 clearance? I'm not going along with this Allison. She can be in charge on paper, but I'm calling the shots."
Allison was getting tired of his complaining. "Fine, do what ever you want Nathan. Just don't make it my problem."
Nathan threw his hands in the air. "Why the hell are you mad at me?"
"Because I'm sick and tired of your whining and complaining when things don't go your way. This is what happens when you don't follow by the rules. People don't trust you and they put someone they know follows rules in charge, even if they're less qualified."
Nathan shook his head in disgust. "This if fucking ridiculous. I'm going to stay at my place tonight. I have a lot of work I need to catch up on."
Allison threw the report down on the table and stood up to face Nathan. "Fine! Do what ever the hell you want if you're too much of a pussy to fight for something! I know you aren't behind on your work! So go ahead and make lame, grab ass lies to worm your way out of actually facing a problem for once! Have fun tonight by yourself, cause I'm not taking care of you!"
There was a nervous cough from the doorway. A female soldier stood in the doorway with Sheriff Carter standing behind her, barely able to suppress a grin. Allison immediately sat down and started shuffling papers and Nathan back away from the desk. He cleared his throat nervously. "Dr. Blake, I'll be in the infirmary if you need me." He stalked out of the room, slamming Carter's shoulder on the way out.
"What can I do for you Colonel?"
The colonel stepped forward to Allison's desk and stood at attention. "Colonel Jenna Webster reporting for duty ma'am. I'm your new chief medical officer."
Allison nodded, searching for the personnel file. "Do you prefer colonel or doctor?"
"Colonel ma'am." Colonel Webster cracked a wry smile. "It helps reinforce that I'm in charge."
Allison smiled in sympathy. "I know what you mean. I'm sorry, but I can't find any record of the hospitals you've been stationed at. I'm guessing things were just a little chaotic during the war?"
Colonel Webster betrayed her calm by shuffling slightly. Allison almost missed the sign it was so subtle. "That's because I wasn't stationed at a hospital during the war."
Allison looked at the personnel folder again. "It says here you graduated top of your class from UCLA Medical School. Then you were stationed to Hawaii for your seven year internship before being transferred overseas. But after that, I can't find any record of you acting as a trauma surgeon. I'm guessing you were a field surgeon, because I see you were promoted shortly after arrival to major. I would just like to know a little more about your experience."
Colonel Webster cleared her throat. "I'm afraid all of that's classified ma'am. Just know that the Army wouldn't have sent me if I wasn't the best."
Allison nodded, but was far from satisfied. She was determined to get the answers she wanted, and to get back at Nathan for being a prick. "Tell you what Colonel, you can start tomorrow, but first you need to have a physical, and also submit some DNA for the security scanners. So head down to the infirmary, and Dr. Stark will get you situated. Sheriff Carter will show you the way."
Colonel Webster nodded curtly and walked out with Carter. "What was that all about?"
"Oh, just a little lovers quarrel. Nathan's probably pissed about something, and Allison didn't want to here about it. Guarantee you though, they'll show up late tomorrow, and both with a couple of scratches and bruises that weren't there today."
"That kind of couple, huh?"
Carter laughed. "Yeah, usually Stark will spend half of the night in his house before crawling to Allison's. Ah, here we are. The infirmary. Have fun getting poked and prodded."
"Trust me, when you've been in the Army as long as I've been you get used to it." It took Colonel Webster a second before she realized what she had just said. "Wait, that didn't come out right, I meant I've had a lot of physicals, so I'm used to it."
Carter laughed. "I'll see you around."
Colonel Webster nodded, and walked into the infirmary. It was the highest tech facility she had ever seen, she didn't even know what half the equipment did. In the corner she saw the doctor that Dr. Blake had been arguing with earlier. She walked up to him. "Dr. Stark?"
The man turned around. "What?"
Colonel Webster just stood taller against his intense glare that she was sure had made more than a few seasoned scientists back down. "Dr. Blake ordered me to come down here for a physical. If you don't want to do it that's fine, I can come back later when you've cooled off."
Stark didn't say anything, but pulled on a pair of exam gloves, snapping them as imposingly as he could. "Oh no, it's alright. Wouldn't want to go against protocol, now would we. Down to your underwear please."
Colonel Webster stared right back at him, not taking her eyes off him as she undressed. She slowly started unbuttoning her uniform jacket, and placed it carefully on the back of the chair. Stark coughed uncomfortably and walked away to put up a privacy screen. When he returned Webster was completely undressed. The first thing he thought was, 'No way in hell she's a doctor!'
She had scars running all over her body. She had multiple scars on her knees betraying several knee repairs. Going up her body her right thigh had two round scars on it, bullet wounds. Going to her abdomen there was a large, and still new scar running across the front left of abdomen around back. There were several more bullet wounds dotting her back and chest. Her arms had several more scars on them; her right shoulder had a scar running from the front, over the top of it, ending in the back. Her neck had a jagged scar running from her jugular across to her carotid artery.
Webster looked at him funny. "What, never seen a female body before?"
Stark shook his head a little before looking back at her. It was then that he noticed, despite the scars she was in top physical condition. Her back muscles rippled as she moved and she had an impressive six pack. By her shoulders and arms it was obvious that she lifted weights, and her legs were runner's legs. He knew he was staring again, and Webster noticed it too and she clenched her jaw.
He coughed uncomfortably and grabbed her file. He felt like he shouldn't have been surprised when the sheets just telling about past injuries and surgeries were three pages long but he was.
"How did you get these many injuries as a doctor? I thought they took care of you."
Webster shrugged. "It was a rough couple of wars. Even doctors had to fight."
Stark looked at her oddly, "War?"
Webster silently cursed herself for her slip of the tongue. "I just meant that the war had spread so far across the Middle East that it felt like a bunch of different wars. For each country it was a different enemy, that's all."
Stark nodded. "Alright. Let's get this over with."
AN. R&R pretty please. Col Webster is based off of one of my other characters named Colonel Moen, so if you want a little insight and sneakpeak into what she's like you can read my Patriot fanfic called One Nation Under God, no pressure though : )
