Hello!

This is my very first The Pacific fanfiction so I'm pretty nervous - nevertheless I hope you'll like it!

Please be nice when you comment - English is not my mothertongue, but I really enjoy writing when I don't have school, handball or other things to do :)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Pacific, only my 'OC' and other characters you don't recognize. This fic is based off a bit of research and else then follows the miniseries. No offense is intended towards the real men and women who fought in WW2. This fic is meant for entertainment only.

Enjoy ;-).


Loyal, Timid, Ridiculously adorable: Yup, that's our fieldnurse -

Prologue:


A lonely tear rolled down Lucy's cheek on the same time as another raindrop hit against the train's window. The month on the calendar said February, therefor she watched as the snow melted slowly alongside as the fields the train drove by would become more and more wet.

Lucy smiled softly as she remembered her uncle's last words to her before she left Hawaii.

"Well, ever since you were born, I knew you were something special, Lu. And this only proves that I was right..."

What about her parents, you might ask?

The very young girl wiped another tear away as she thought about her childhood. It hadn't been a happy one, at least not before her uncle James, took the responsibility of her.

Lucy was born Lucy Veronica Campbell, born on July 5, 1928 in Denver, Colorado as the only child of Elizabeth and Gordon Campbell. Lucy got her looks from her mother who was a half-Cajun, originally from Bayou Chene, Louisiana. Elizabeth had a younger brother, James, who were five years her junior who worked at a hospital in New Orleans as a medic. Lucy's mother had worked on the hospital in Denver as a nurse, having been high-respected and loved among her patients and colleagues.

Lucy had, like her mother had, gained the unique ability to heal people from her mother.

Brushing some hair that had come out of space, behind her ear, she remembered the sad and remarkable story that was the reason that she was sitting there, in a train on the way to New River, North California.

A couple of hours after baby Lucy had been born and were sound asleep in her crib, Elizabeth suddenly couldn't breathe. Lucy's father Gordon had called for the doctors and nurses desperately. The doctors and nurses fought to keep Elizabeth alive, but they unfortunately lost her. Seeing his wife die made the cup flood over on Gordon's behalf. Not long after Lucy had been seen fresh and healthy enough to go home with her father, Gordon started drinking, it becoming a bad habit. It didn't take long before he lost his job as an engineer. That only made the drinking become worse and so got his temper eventually.

Little Lucy grew up with no mother and an alcoholic and rather violent and ill-tempered father. She became an independent girl at only four years old, the very same age where her father hit her for the first, but not last time.

It must have been autumn back then, Lucy thought as she took a sip of the hot coffee she had bought. She was only thirteen, but she had learned that coffee could taste delightful when you were really tired.

Lucy still clearly remembered that afternoon that changed her view of her daddy forever. The rain fell quickly like right now but back then, the yellow-brown leaves had only just started falling while the leaves were long gone now. She had forgot in her happy and innocent play with the other kids down her street, to take her boots off before stepping inside the house as her dad had told her, kindly back then, when he was somewhat sober.

She remembered that sleep still were seen in his eyes that night when he roughly grabbed her and dragged a confused, frightened and whimpering Lucy down the stairs and into the livingroom where he started hitting her, calling her an unthinking and ungrateful brat that had killed his beautiful wife. She shivered when she thought of his breath that smelled far away of alcohol.

The first becoming aware of her dad's abuse, was her uncle James who saw bruises on Lucy's arms at a family reunion in Louisiana, when he put Lucy to bed.

James, who had worked with abused children on the hospital he worked on, couldn't stop thinking of if Lucy would become one of those poor lost children that felt that no one wanted them and only saw suicide as a solution. So he didn't hesitate a second to report his brother-in-law to the police, to prevent his beautiful, little, innocent niece to become like that. He would not be able to live with that. After a couple of months with cases in court, a still small Lucy moved back to Louisiana with her uncle to get a new start and learn more about her mother and their hometown.

Lucy's eyes flicked away from the window as the nice ticketman walked by once again, smiling gently at her. Lucy nodded and smiled sweetly before he was gone, looking for new travelers.

She smiled for herself as she remembered how she and James had discovered that she had the abilities of being a healer like her mother. Lucy that way found another thing she had in common with her mother, other than her beautiful looks and stubborn, timid and charming charisma and adorable personality.

"Everyone we knew loved you mom, like everyone will love you, sweet heart..." James had told her once, during their daily discussions and conversations at night, right before he would put her to bed.

Lucy was also able to learn quickly, so in no time you could find the patients on the hospital James worked on, adore Lucy as she walked around at the hospital after school, where James and a few other colleagues could watch her. They would smile when they saw how she cheered the patients up and how she made them feel better right away, alone by holding their hand.

Lucy had only been one year in school because of The Depression when a lifechanging call reached James and Lucy's home in Louisiana.

A higher-up in the Medical Department wanted James to organize and take over after a retired medic on the hospital at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

James had been hesitant, but everyone around him, inclusive Lucy told him to take the offer. He was still unsure, because who was going to take care of Lucy when he was gone, and what about her education?

She remembered he had searched around among his friends, but no one had the money or space to keep Lucy with them because of the Depression. And he couldn't get himself to hire a fosterfamily for her since he was afraid they would treat her like his wretched brother-in-law had. Instead, James did something complete unexpected.

He called the higher-up and explained the situation. By coincidence James mentioned that Lucy had the ability to heal people and had experience with working in hospitals. The higher-up surprisingly told him to bring her with him.

It had taken Lucy a while to get used to Hawaii and the procedures on the hospital, it seemed like there was so much more to do there, than back in the US. But, of course they had both made new friends and was getting along in their new home, Lucy remembered with a fond smile.

Her wavy brown hair had a beautiful glow and her brown eyes were full of life and mischief. Her slender body had curves already and she was in a good shape. The lips were a weak pink and was more than pretty to look on. You would think she was older than the thirteen she was when you looked upon her. At times her hands would move to where she normally could feel her medic bag she wore every time she were at work. Her superior had told her she would get the required medical needs, worthy of an upcoming fieldnurse with the rank as a second lieutenant.

Lucy sighed softly when she thought about that she had already been a lieutenant as a ten year old and was calling after the way older nurses with lower rank than her or them who had no rank.

She had been in the Army Nurse Corps since the start of 1939. Now it was February 1942.

Lucy was used to see torn men and see death, but the events on December 7 1941 haunted her.

She would watch the scenery and her every move every night she lay in her bed. They had lost many friends and enlisted men that day. It was the day where the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

It was the day where America were brought into World War 2.

Sad by the thought, she looked out of the window where she could see the rain still falling.

She wondered how many young men that more would die in this war. How many men would she be able to save, or perhaps simply make feel a little better before they closed their eyes forever?

Her thoughts also went to her uncle. That very same uncle she saw as her fatherfigure, who had early on volunteered for any operation overseas where they would need medical assistance.

Lucy guessed he was becoming restless at the hospital after everything after the attack had settled down. She just hoped she would be able to get home and thank him for everything he ever had done for her. She didn't realize it before in the train – she would be going to war and train with some men she didn't even know, yet. She would go through some final training while getting to know her unit she would choose. The officer she had met, had made himself pretty clear. She would choose which unit she would fight, laugh and cry with.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Lucy breathed silently.

Her voice and accent was sweet. The Southern accent was obvious, but not as thick as James could be at times.

Hell waited behind the next ocean...and she, a thirteen year old would be there to see it.

She already knew it, and it scared her – she wouldn't be the same after this.

"Next stop – North California!"

Lucy grabbed her bags and walked out of the train, being met with a weak sun, shining down at her. Panic hit her when she realized she didn't know where on earth New River was when a gentle voice with authority and demand of respect called for her "Second Lieutenant Campbell."

Lucy turned and watched as a man with the rank of Captain came towards her.

"Sir." She put down her bags and saluted as she had learned when he reached her.

He gave her a gentle smile "I hope your trip was pleasant overall. It's one long trip."

She allowed herself to smile back "Thank you, sir. The trip was very pleasant indeed, but tiring I must admit."

He chuckled, taking her bags for her as they started to walk.

What a gentleman...without pulling rank on me... Lucy thought.

"I have to be honest with you, lieutenant. I didn't know what I was supposed to think when I got to know I would have a that young female in one of the units."

Lucy smiled gently "It's completely understandable, Captain. I get that a lot."

He smiled back "I bet you do, but.."

With a grunt he lifted her bags up onto the jeep that apparently was going to lead them to the camp. He turned to look at her again with a glimpse in the eye.

"With your abilities and experience, I'd bet those who thinks you unworthy will shut their mouths really fast. The Marines protects their own with everything they'd got."

Lucy smiled in relief. At least one liked her.

"Well, with that speech, I can't wait to work with you and your men, Captain" she spoke as the driver drove out of the station.

The Captain put his hand out, Lucy shaking it gently "Welcome to the Marines, Ms. Campbell."


I hope you enjoyed!

Please review and let me know whether I should continue with this or not and how my English is, what I do good, can do better and so on :)

Thank you so much for reading if you've gotten down here!

Until next time hopefully,

-Camilla

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