This is the second chapter in the World of Chances. I own nothing but Emma.
A hand was laid on my shoulder, jumping me out of my sleep and making my bright green eyes open. I calmed my breath.
"Captain, we will be at there soon." Captain? I looked around and saw I was in a Jeep.
"Um, where are we going?" The guy next to the driver give me an funny look.
"Just woke up."
"We're are about 15 minutes from the unit you will be working in. You have been transferred from the 98th unit and in to the 4077th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital." I almost chocked on my spit. I took another look at the driver and the other guy.
"Oh ok thank you. What's the date?" The driver scoffed. He's passenger answered.
"It's July 1st, 1950...Ma'am" 1950? I'm 65 years in the fucking past?! All I remember was me yelling at Shane and then getting hit by a car. Now I wake up on in Jeep, being called a captain, heading to the fucking Korean War! I ran my fingers threw my hair. What the fuck. I don't know shit about being a surgeon. The passenger lightly tapped the driver.
"You really shouldn't scoff at her, She, Captain Emma Alana Riley Lemke. She the best of the best. That's why she's being put father on the front lines. She's has saved more lives then anyone." That's when memory after memory hit me. It happened so fast but I remember everything about my 'life' from this time.
All from my being five to middle school, high school, Vet and Med school. Everything.
'Holy shit I went to Vet and Med school…at the same fucking time!' I was wrapping my head around the fact that I am now in 1950 and a Captain in the Army, when the Jeep, sorry ARMY Jeep, stopped.
"Um Ma'am…we're here." I looked up and saw I was really in a army medical camp.
"I'm fucked." I whispered under my breath.
Hawkeye's POV
"So Hawk, did you hear?" Trapper asked me as he poured another drink. Frank looked over from writing his letter.
"What? Is the war over?" I took a drink. He just smiled at me.
"No, where's the fun in that. It's just got good." He said sacristy.
"Then what is it?" He sat down on his cot.
"We're getting a new surgeon." I sat up.
"Wait really?" He just nod.
"Yeah from the 9087th unit."
"They transferred…to this shit hole?" I spin my finger over my head. Trapper shock his head.
"No, the Army thought he would be better here. I guess he hasn't lost a person ever. He is also another Captain. So we most like have a new room mate. Oh and he's 24, old enough to drink." I smiled at him raising my glass.
"Another poor soul pulled in to this hell…and another soul for us to have our way with." He raised his glass as well.
"Hear, hear." Frank stood up.
"Oh no you don't. You will not corrupted this solder. Not under my watch." He pointed his finger at us. I gasped and put my hand to my chest.
"Frank, corrupt. That's a really mean word." Trapper laughed. Frank started to huff and puff. "I think we should go pay good old Henry and ask him about the new doctor." Trapper and I ran out of the door with Frank on out heals. We got in the first set of doors, when Rader stopped us.
"I'm sorry guys, The Coronal is talking to someone." Is it the new doctor?
"Come on Rader, we need to talk to Henry." Trapper tried to get him to move.
"No, I'm sorry but he's busy." I pushed past him.
Emma's POV
I got off the Jeep and the driver turned it around and left. Getting dirt in my hair, it was making it look dirty as hell. I tired to get as much as I could. The color of my hair was…different. It brown…I swear! It's just so dark that it looks black. The thing is, my hair has a very strong red tint. So in the sun it looks like my head's on fire. I have had people pour water on me.
"What is he afraid I'm going to jump back in and run away?" A guy, who was just an inch taller then me, came running up to me. He wore a hat, has glasses, blue eyes and brown hair. He looked so sweet and innocent.
"Um…Hello, I'm Rader. Can I help you? You look a little lost." I could see the poor boy freeze up when he sees my bars. I could understand, a female Captain isn't really heard of.
"Oh yes. I need to see Con-" He cut me off, grabbed my wrist and started to pulled me. It was like he read my mind.
"You need to see Coronal Henry." I just nodded my head, as he pushed me threw a door. We went threw another set of doors and I came face to face with a Coronal who was wearing a fishing hat. I could tell I'm going to like this place. Even though he looks cool enough, I still saluted him. Being a some what Army Brat.
My grandfather was in WWI and WWII, a General. I live half of the time with him and Grandma, it seems. Henry smiled up at me, as he stood up. "You don't have to do that. No one here really does." I went back to a normal stand.
"Well, other then Major Burns and Major Houlihan." Rader put in real quick.
"Yeah. So, why are you here?" I smiled and held out my hand. He grabbed mine and give it a firm shake.
"I am Captain Emma Alana Riley Lemke. I was transferred here, but please call me Emma or Len."
"You're the new surgeon?" He mouth was hanging down. Rader was covering his face with his hat.
"Yes, is that a problem?" That snapped him out of it. He took his hand back.
"No, no it's not. Really. We have a female Major. Major Houlihan. You will be staying with her. Seeing how you are a female Captain and you won't be staying with the other Captains." I smiled guessing the other Captains were guys. Rader had left, as Henry asked me tell him more about myself. He pointed to a chair for me to sit in.
"Where did you go to school?" I smiled. He's going to freak.
"I went to UD Davis College Of Veterinary Medicine and Harvard University as a chest and general surgeon, at the same time. Was the top of my classes, in both schools. I also worked in a small town Vet office and a hospital for about a year and half before I was drifted in." He dropped the pen he had just picked up and looked at me in shock.
"How in the hell?" I laughed.
"Photograph memory." I tapped my finger to my temple. The door were slammed opened.
"Henry! We're getting a new surgeon and you didn't think to tell me?" A guy, who looked to be around 27 28, with black hair and blue eyes, came barging in. Another man came in, who had blond curly hair, blue eyes and looked around 26, right behind him.
"Hawkeye. Trapper. I'm in the middle of something." Hawkeye? Trapper? Well it is the Army. Nickname are communion.
"I don't care-" The black hair man looked over at me. I stood up. "Well, well, well who is this?" He looked at Henry pointing at me. He looked back over at me and held out his hand. "Hello I'm Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce but everyone calls me Hawkeye." I smiled and had to asked.
"I have to ask. Did you get your nickname from the book The Last of the Mohicans?" His smiled grew bigger.
"Why yes I did. How did you know."
"Because it was my Grandfather's favorite book. He told me if I was a boy he would have been calling me Hawkeye, but I am a girl." He smiled.
"Well I'm glad you're girl." He put his hands on his hips. "So who are you?" I smiled and sighting my back out.
"I'm Captain Emma Alana Riley Lemke. I'm the new surgeon but everyone calls me Emma or Len." He raised his eyebrows.
"You're the new surgeon?" I nodded and then crossed my arms.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" I asked him in a stern voice. 'I am so sick and tired of men thinking I can't be a surgeon.' I know I shouldn't be mad because of the time frame, but it still really pissed me off. 'Wow, it really is like I have lived my whole in this time.'
"Oh no, not at all. As long as you are better then Burns." Burns? Dose he mean the Major.
"Do you mean Major Burns? Why, is he that bad?" Hawkeye and ,who I am guessing, Trapper came up and sat me down in the middle of the two.
"He has butterfingers." Hawkeye.
"And he's a-" The doors slammed open, cutting off Trapper. It was a blonde hair, blue eyes woman and a brown hair blue eyes man. I saw their Gold Oak leaves, they must be Major Frank Burns and Major Margaret Houlihan. Me being me, I stood and saluted them.
"Coronal, Pierce and McIntyre are going to try to…" Margaret was speaking but then she looked at me. Hawkeye and Trapper were giving quite giggles behind me. Frank looked over too and saw me saluting them.
"Who is this? At ease." I hit the boys between me. I remained standing.
"I'm Cap-" Frank turned on me.
"I am talking to the Coronal." Ok I did NOT like this fucker.
"Yes, well I can tell you myself. I'm Captain Emma Alana Riley Lemke. I'm the new surgeon." Frank pulled back and Margaret smiled in joy.
"A-a-a Woman? Being a surgeon? There's no way. Woman can't be surgeons. It's a man's job. Men are surgeons and women are nurses." I place my hands on my hips.
"Well Frank, what are you going to tell me next? Women can't be Majors?" I had set him up and he didn't know it.
"Well, no. That too is a man's job." Hawkeye and Trapper started to crack up. Margaret had give Frank a good yelling at and walked out. I couldn't help but smiled. Frank got pissed, glared at me than ran out after Margaret.
Hawkeye came up and started to lead me out.
"Don't worry Henry. Trapper and I got her and will show her around. Tell her the ropes you know. The works." They pulled me out. Hawkeye pulled me in closer to him.
"So, where did you go to school?" Hawkeye.
"How long have you being a surgeon?" Trapper.
"Do you drink?"
"Are you single?"
"And did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" I laughed at Hawkeye's last question.
"I went to UD Davis College Of Veterinary Medicine and Harvard University for a at the same time, was top of my classes. I have been a surgeon for a year and half before I was drugged, had a potato sack throwing over my head knocked out and was drifted in army as a surgeon." Hawkeye stopped and was laughing so hard, he was bent over.
"That is the best thing that I have ever heard." He stood back up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I finished answering.
"Yes I do. Yes I am." I looked up at Hawkeye. "And no…but it's did hurt crawling up from Hell."
"I like you. We're keeping you. Now we just got it get rid of Frank." I grumbled out the first thing that came to my mind when I heard his name.
"Ferret face." Trapper smiled at Hawkeye.
"I love her. I call dibs." Trapper pulled me into a tent that was called The Swamp. "And welcome to The Swamp. Hawkeye and I are the found fathers of this baby." I laughed. I looked around and saw four cots, a ferniest in the middle and is was kind of dirty. But like I can say much. My tent is not always the cleanest place. But at less my bras and panties are put away. I don't know if it's Hawkeye's or Trapper's but there was a pair of boxers on the floor. Hawkeye saw them and laughed while kicking them under his bed.
"It's a true man's cave." I looked over by Trapper. I saw a distill.
"Yes it is and this just adds to the loveliness." Trapper lightly patted the distill like it's his baby.
"Would you like a martini?" I laughed.
"As long as it's dry." He raised his eyebrow along with him glass.
"Good girl. You can stay." I laughed.
"So tell us bit more about yourself." Hawkeye sat down in a chair and kicked his feet up.
"Well, I'm 24 turning 25 in a few or couple months. I have a brother. Oddly enough, I'm a smoker and a doctor." I laughed. "I wish I never started…I was 9 so yeah. It's hard, and it's not easy trying to quit when a war is going on around you and people are being brought to you looking like raw ground beef." Hawkeye just nodded his head. "I'm going to quit but I can only do that slowly." I took a drink.
"Well we don't care if you smoke in here. Just don't light our drinks on fire and don't burn the place down." Hawkeye kicked his feet up. I raised my hand in front of me.
"I wouldn't ask you guys to let me smoke in here. You two don't, so I understand you don't want to be around it. Really." Hawkeye waved his hand.
"We don't care. There are people here who smoke who are nurses. We don't mind. Beside your like the best thing that's happened since the war started." I smiled at them.
"You know, I see two great beautiful friendships starting here." They raised their glasses as they smiled.
"We can too sweetheart." Hawkeye said clinking our glasses together.