I do not own anything of BoB, only my OC Katherine McNeil. This is based on the characters of BoB, and not the real men of Easy. I mean them no disrespect, or to their families.
OK I lied about not writing another BoB fic. I can't help it. :) This is a little fluffier and much shorter than my other stories. It started off as a OS, but I felt it was better when separated by chapters. I wrote it awhile ago, and hated it. After taking another look and editing it, it has come together. I hope you enjoy it all the same. :) For anyone following me, I apologize for the multiple chapter alerts at once. I am posting half now and half another day.
Thank you to arielenicole for asking for a Guarnere piece - you honestly reminded me that I had this one buried somewhere! And a Liebgott story on its way, and that will be longer ;)
November 1945
New York, New York
"Jesus, Bill. It ain't that bad," muttered Toye. With a wince, he slipped on his temporary artificial leg. He and Guarnere were supposed to be completing rehabilitation training with several until each found the best one for them. "The pinching goes away after a drink or two."
Guarnere snorted. "Gain a leg, lose a liver, you mean."
"Quit bitchin' and saddle up. If Nurse Vicky finds you still in bed, there's going to be hell to pay. I'd easily bet on her against Sobel in a shouting match."
Guarnere rolled his eyes, but sat up, grumbling to himself. He knew what Toye said was true - the nurse was a force to be reckoned with.
Both men turned abruptly to a new voice at the door. "I wonder how your Sobel would do up against someone like me."
Their eyes widened to the woman leaning against the frame, arms crossed, and a slight smile on her lips. As Toye grinned, Guarnere's face hardened. Her eyes were locked on his. Her voice still held an edge, but it softened slightly. "Hi, Bill."
Guarnere's lip curled and he tried to hold back the snarl, but his stomach bubbled angrily. "What the hell are you doing here, Kate?"