D/C: I own Carina, but no one else, they're the property of Fox.
Summary: Carina D'Abruzzo is an Italian raven-haired beauty with glossy black curls and sky-blue eyes that rival Hawkeye's. She arrives at the 4077th to find her friend BJ whom she has not seen for years, and when Hawkeye develops an interest in her, BJ is bound to get a little protective of his friend.
"Well, it's great to have you aboard Carina." In the five minutes she'd been in Colonel Potter's office, he'd warmed to her presence immensely, already dropping the formality of using her rank.
"Ra-" Colonel Potter called, as the boy-man burst in.
"I've already called Major Houlihan, she's on her way. Umm, hi, I'm Corporal O'Reilly, but you can call me Radar." The short clerk blushed as he introduced himself to Carina.
"Hi Radar, I'm Lt D'Abruzzo. You can call me Carina though. And drop the salute, I'll settle for a handshake." Nervously, Radar shook the hand Carina extended.
"Lt D'Abruzzo I presume?" At the voice Radar scuttled out.
"Yes." Carina swung around to meet the blonde woman, whose emerald eyes looked over her.
"I'm Major Margaret Houlihan, ranking nurse, if you follow me, I'll give you a tour of the hospital and explain your role here." Carina jumped to a salute and followed Margaret out of the office.
"Hi I'm Carina D'Abruzzo, I'm new here, so I thought I'd come meet the neighbours." Carina tapped on the door of the tent nearest her quarters.
"Pleased to meet you Carina, I'm Father Francis Mulcahy, I preach any denomination."
"Well I'm a Catholic father, I think we'll be fine. Who has the tent over there?" Father Mulcahy paused to see where Carina pointed.
"Oh, that belongs to the other surgeons here. I don't mean to be personal, but are you married?"
"No." Carina replied.
"Then watch out for Hawkeye. Now if you'll excuse me my child, I have to talk to a few patients."
"Of course, pleased to meet you father." Carina let herself out and wandered across to the Swamp.
"Hello, anyone home?" Carina knocked on the door. A voice called from within, allowing her entry and she pulled open the door. A lazy pair of blue eyes studied her from the bunk down to her right, and as they popped at her beauty, he stood up prepared to rather extravagantly greet her.
"I'm Haw . . ."
"Carina? Is that you?" Hawkeye barely had time to clasp her hand and begin conveying it to his mouth, when BJ crossed the tent in a single step and pushed him aside.
"BJ!" Carina flung herself into the lanky man's arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. He'd buried his face in the loose black curls, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo that made her hair smell like roses.
"Ahem!" Hawkeye rather noisily cleared his throat from his position sprawled over his footlocker, where he had landed when BJ pushed him. Sheepishly, BJ placed Carina back on the ground and helped his friend up.
"Sorry Hawkeye, it's just that Carina and I haven't seen each other for what, ten years, since I finished high school. Last time I saw you, you were just 18!" They hugged again, both quite beside themselves at the discovery.
"As I was saying before BJ's manners went to work, I'm Hawkeye Pierce, Chief Surgeon."
"Carina D'Abruzzo, and is your name really Hawkeye?" BJ had cleared a pile of nudist magazines off a chair and put them on Hawkeye's bunk as he motioned for the dark-haired woman to sit.
"It's my nickname, 'Last of the Mohecans' my full name is Benjamin Franklin Pierce, MD. No one calls me Ben, so you can call me Hawkeye, Doctor, or even Doctor Darling, but if you call me Sir or Captain, I'll have to bust that gorgeous little nose of yours." Hawkeye went to sit down, only to find the recently shifted magazines and shifted them once more, to BJ's bunk.
"Well in that case, my full name is Carina Patience D'Abruzzo, and no one ever calls me Patience, so you can call me Carina, or Nurse. You call me Ma'am, Lt or Miss and I'll have to seriously injure you."
"Nice!" BJ laughed, sitting on his bunk to find that the magazines were there. He moved them to his footlocker.
"Well, BJ, what have you been doing? We've got ten lost years to catch up on!" Carina asked.
"Married with a daughter."
"What?" Carina shrieked. "You swore you'd never marry!"
"Rena, I was ten, I hated all girls except you! I married Peggy Hayden, we have a baby girl Erin who's nearly two and a half. You?"
"I married James Matheson right out of high school, and he got drafted in 1950. KIA. We were going to have a baby, and make a home. We just needed to get a bit of money, and by now I would've been a mother."
"Oh, Rena, I'm sorry to hear that." BJ's voice was quiet, he'd always hated to see his friend in pain.
"Well, there's still plenty of time!" Carina said softly, her azure eyes shining.
"So how far back do you go?" Hawkeye asked, his eyes not once leaving the fair skin of Carina's face.
"Mum used to babysit Carina, she and I even shared a crib." BJ replied.
"When Bea put us down for a nap, she used to put the two of us in BJ's crib." Carina explained. "And you wanna know something, we go back, right to our birthdays, BJ here, is only twenty minutes younger than me."
"What? You're born on the same day?" Hawkeye crossed the tent. "May I?" Carina chuckled and displayed her tags. "February 6, 1924, you're not lying!"
"Why would I?" Carina asked.
"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, INCOMING WOUNDED BOTH SHIFTS REPORT TO TRIAGE IMMEDIATELY!" The PA system drowned out Hawkeye's reply.
"Come on Carina, I'll show you where to scrub." BJ laughed, together the friends linked arms and left, Hawkeye watching Carina leave with a smile.
A/N: I'm not sure if you want more of Carina, if you do review it and let me know okay?
Summary: Carina D'Abruzzo is an Italian raven-haired beauty with glossy black curls and sky-blue eyes that rival Hawkeye's. She arrives at the 4077th to find her friend BJ whom she has not seen for years, and when Hawkeye develops an interest in her, BJ is bound to get a little protective of his friend.
"Well, it's great to have you aboard Carina." In the five minutes she'd been in Colonel Potter's office, he'd warmed to her presence immensely, already dropping the formality of using her rank.
"Ra-" Colonel Potter called, as the boy-man burst in.
"I've already called Major Houlihan, she's on her way. Umm, hi, I'm Corporal O'Reilly, but you can call me Radar." The short clerk blushed as he introduced himself to Carina.
"Hi Radar, I'm Lt D'Abruzzo. You can call me Carina though. And drop the salute, I'll settle for a handshake." Nervously, Radar shook the hand Carina extended.
"Lt D'Abruzzo I presume?" At the voice Radar scuttled out.
"Yes." Carina swung around to meet the blonde woman, whose emerald eyes looked over her.
"I'm Major Margaret Houlihan, ranking nurse, if you follow me, I'll give you a tour of the hospital and explain your role here." Carina jumped to a salute and followed Margaret out of the office.
"Hi I'm Carina D'Abruzzo, I'm new here, so I thought I'd come meet the neighbours." Carina tapped on the door of the tent nearest her quarters.
"Pleased to meet you Carina, I'm Father Francis Mulcahy, I preach any denomination."
"Well I'm a Catholic father, I think we'll be fine. Who has the tent over there?" Father Mulcahy paused to see where Carina pointed.
"Oh, that belongs to the other surgeons here. I don't mean to be personal, but are you married?"
"No." Carina replied.
"Then watch out for Hawkeye. Now if you'll excuse me my child, I have to talk to a few patients."
"Of course, pleased to meet you father." Carina let herself out and wandered across to the Swamp.
"Hello, anyone home?" Carina knocked on the door. A voice called from within, allowing her entry and she pulled open the door. A lazy pair of blue eyes studied her from the bunk down to her right, and as they popped at her beauty, he stood up prepared to rather extravagantly greet her.
"I'm Haw . . ."
"Carina? Is that you?" Hawkeye barely had time to clasp her hand and begin conveying it to his mouth, when BJ crossed the tent in a single step and pushed him aside.
"BJ!" Carina flung herself into the lanky man's arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. He'd buried his face in the loose black curls, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo that made her hair smell like roses.
"Ahem!" Hawkeye rather noisily cleared his throat from his position sprawled over his footlocker, where he had landed when BJ pushed him. Sheepishly, BJ placed Carina back on the ground and helped his friend up.
"Sorry Hawkeye, it's just that Carina and I haven't seen each other for what, ten years, since I finished high school. Last time I saw you, you were just 18!" They hugged again, both quite beside themselves at the discovery.
"As I was saying before BJ's manners went to work, I'm Hawkeye Pierce, Chief Surgeon."
"Carina D'Abruzzo, and is your name really Hawkeye?" BJ had cleared a pile of nudist magazines off a chair and put them on Hawkeye's bunk as he motioned for the dark-haired woman to sit.
"It's my nickname, 'Last of the Mohecans' my full name is Benjamin Franklin Pierce, MD. No one calls me Ben, so you can call me Hawkeye, Doctor, or even Doctor Darling, but if you call me Sir or Captain, I'll have to bust that gorgeous little nose of yours." Hawkeye went to sit down, only to find the recently shifted magazines and shifted them once more, to BJ's bunk.
"Well in that case, my full name is Carina Patience D'Abruzzo, and no one ever calls me Patience, so you can call me Carina, or Nurse. You call me Ma'am, Lt or Miss and I'll have to seriously injure you."
"Nice!" BJ laughed, sitting on his bunk to find that the magazines were there. He moved them to his footlocker.
"Well, BJ, what have you been doing? We've got ten lost years to catch up on!" Carina asked.
"Married with a daughter."
"What?" Carina shrieked. "You swore you'd never marry!"
"Rena, I was ten, I hated all girls except you! I married Peggy Hayden, we have a baby girl Erin who's nearly two and a half. You?"
"I married James Matheson right out of high school, and he got drafted in 1950. KIA. We were going to have a baby, and make a home. We just needed to get a bit of money, and by now I would've been a mother."
"Oh, Rena, I'm sorry to hear that." BJ's voice was quiet, he'd always hated to see his friend in pain.
"Well, there's still plenty of time!" Carina said softly, her azure eyes shining.
"So how far back do you go?" Hawkeye asked, his eyes not once leaving the fair skin of Carina's face.
"Mum used to babysit Carina, she and I even shared a crib." BJ replied.
"When Bea put us down for a nap, she used to put the two of us in BJ's crib." Carina explained. "And you wanna know something, we go back, right to our birthdays, BJ here, is only twenty minutes younger than me."
"What? You're born on the same day?" Hawkeye crossed the tent. "May I?" Carina chuckled and displayed her tags. "February 6, 1924, you're not lying!"
"Why would I?" Carina asked.
"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, INCOMING WOUNDED BOTH SHIFTS REPORT TO TRIAGE IMMEDIATELY!" The PA system drowned out Hawkeye's reply.
"Come on Carina, I'll show you where to scrub." BJ laughed, together the friends linked arms and left, Hawkeye watching Carina leave with a smile.
A/N: I'm not sure if you want more of Carina, if you do review it and let me know okay?