a/n: These stories hold no connection with each other whatsoever. They're just random short stories from random prompts. Feel free to suggest any prompt if you'd like.

Puckentine WWII AU

Before the attack on Pearl Harbor there were no more than one thousand nurses for the troops, but after the dreadful attack, more than thirty thousand nurses volunteered to serve their country.

Cat Valentine was a nurse, a good one as she claimed. True, she did not handle stressful situations well and the mere sight of blood was enough to make her lose consciousness, but young nurse Valentine was a good-spirited, patriotic lady who wanted nothing but help.

The victory of June 6th brought great joy to the charming nurse, but it did not last. Miss Valentine was enlisted to go to the German-occupied Western Europe, so she could tend to the wounded and lift up their spirits.

And while Cat was extremely happy to be able to help, but she could not help but feel scared and vulnerable outside her beloved USA.

Nevertheless the girl embarked herself to the now freed coasts of Normandy, where she settled and with the help of other specialists and nurses, began her dedicated work.

It wasn't long before the tents were filled with wounded soldiers and the nurses had to split and give attention to each warrior individually.

Cat was dragged into a tent where a soldier was waiting desperately for her. She knew the soldier had taken a bullet and therefore she knew there was going to be blood everywhere, and even though she had managed to find the strength to now pass out lately in the presence of blood, she did not feel quite prepare to deal with it on her own.

It did not matter though, and soon enough she found herself alone in a secluded tent, in the company of a furious soldier.

"It was about damn time!" The young lad exclaimed from the improvised bed that was nothing more than a wooden old table with a dirty sheet on top, "I feel like I've been in here forever!"

The redhead could distinguish the red stain on the left shoulder of the blonde boy. It did not seem to be critical, if it were the young soldier would be already agonizing and there would be blood everywhere.

Taking a deep breath in, Cat held onto her small first-aid kit and approached the injured lad. "What happened?" The girl asked, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

"My battalion was sent to take over the last enemy camp," The boy began to explain in a hoarse, deep voice, "There weren't many, but of course I had to be the one to get shot. They blindly fired like three times and I couldn't avoid the third one"

"Aw, poor thing," Cat replied sincerely, pouting slightly, "I'm pretty sure it wasn't your fault, though. It's not like you are faster than bullets"

"You'd be surprised"

Cat laughed sweetly before putting her gloves on and addressing the injured boy, "Take off your shirt"

"What for?" The boy asked, laughing nervously.

"There is a bullet in your shoulder, silly. Or at least some considerable damage," The girl said, eying the wound, "And I can't examine it with your uniform on"

"Can't…Can't you just cut the sleeve off or…?" He stuttered

"I don't think I can," Cat replied thoughtful, folding and resting her arms on the table, as if there wasn't a bleeding soldier right next to her, "It's your uniform, if you cut it off you'll be left with nothing to wear for the next few days. Besides, I think that's illegal," She finished, covering her mouth as if the word illegal was a blasphemy.

The boy sighed reluctantly, obviously uncomfortable by the idea but in enough pain to budge and just wanting it to be over.

Cat smiled as the boy began unbuttoning the front side of his green jacket. The girl helped him take his bloody undershirt off and began to work.

The sight of blood still made her dizzy and she struggled to keep her breakfast down, but she pushed herself to go through with it. The boy seemed nice and she wanted to do her best for an unlucky soldier like him.

It wasn't until a harsh movement that made the boy hiss in pain made Cat turn and take a look at him properly. He had blonde hair and bright green eyes, pale and delicate skin, something she hadn't seen in soldiers in, well, ever.

"What happened to you?" Cat asked befuddled.

"What do you mean?" He asked back, suppressing a groan of pain as the nurse treated his wound.

"That bandage on your chest" She explained herself, "What happened to you?"

"Um, well, you know…bullets, and knives, and explosions and…war stuff"

"I could check those wounds for you if you'd like, just to make sure they're better now"

"I'm alright"

"Are you sure? They could get infected if they aren't treated proper-

"I said I'm alright!" The boy replied back in a high-pitched voice that sent him in an exaggerated attack of coughs, "I mean, I said I'm alright," He repeated, in the same old hoarse voice of his.

Cat looked skeptical but continued her job nevertheless. The bullet hadn't pierced too far into the shoulder and she was able to get it out in a matter of minutes. It was a small bullet and not much damage had been done. Although there was blood, something she still had trouble treating.

"This is gonna hurt a little"

"I've gone through worse" The boy replied as Cat began to sew the wounded skin together.

The young soldier didn't cry and only hissed out in pain one or two times, which was something Cat was surprised by. Most men she had treated usually screamed out in pain, even those with smaller wounds than the one the boy had.

"You never told me your name," Cat said, looking up at him briefly.

"We don't go by names here, only last names"

"Alrighty, what's your last name then?"

"Puckett"

"Well, I'm Cat Valentine," She replied cheerfully.

"Yeah, I know. You have a very big name tag sewn to the front of your uniform"

"I thought it would be cute," The girl pouted, looking down at her name tag with little hearts and flowers drawn around it.

"It is," Puckett replied, laughing heartedly at the reaction of his nurse.

Cat smiled at the compliment and finished her work in silence.

"There you go," She announced once she was done, "Good as new"

Puckett muttered a small thank you as he sat on the table and reached for his bloody undershirt, but Cat stopped him in the act, "I'm not done yet"

"What?" The boy laughed, "You're gonna put a band-aid there and kiss it better?"

"No, I'm going to bandage your shoulder so you don't make harsh movements for the next couple of days," Cat said, smiling sweetly at Puckett, "But," She continued when she finished with the bandages, "I am going to kiss it better, because that always helps"

Before Puckett could protest, the redhead jumped on her feet and placed a tender kiss on the freshly bandaged wound, before gathering everything in her first-aid kit and making her way out the tent.

"Nice talking to you, Sam," She said gleefully.

"Sam?" The boy asked in confusion, "My name's not Sam, its Puckett. I already told you"

The redhead laughed sweetly and turned to look at him, "You always wanted to be a soldier when you were little Sammy…Just don't get caught," She said, winking at Sam before abandoning the tent, leaving a very amused Sam behind.