WellDoneBeca

As an immortal being, Hadassa never felt any need of getting involved with anyone. Even as an Omega, her suppressants were enough to protect her from Alphas around. Getting involved with Bucky happened so slowly she barely saw it coming. Maybe she could have been happy together, mate and be one of those modern couples that worked side to side and brought their pups along, but life wasn’t a dream. She lost him just like she had lost everyone else before, moved on and lived her life. The decade ended, and soon the century and the millennium just as well. She found love again, and never expected to see him nearly 70 years later, just as young as the last time she had lied eyes on his face, but a completely different man.

(This story has several chapters and volumes. It starts in 1945 and ends in 2020. This is a long ride, with a love triangle in its literal sense, prophecies, Omegaverse shenanigans and an eventual happy ending.).

I'll (Never) Love Again

Hadassa glanced at the pile of unsent reports by her side, and an annoyed sigh left her lips; those were a common occurrence. She wasn't the only doctor in this specific area, sharing the responsibility of the tent with a man named Rivers and her 'cousin', and both took advantage of that very frequently, which included leaving things around for her to organise, throw away, or send through the air during her shift or free time.


"Excuse me, ma'am?" she heard from the door of her tent and rose her eyes in its direction, finding nurse Elizabeth waiting.


"The supplies you requested have arrived, and a Sergeant has offered his help to bring them in."


The blue-eyed doctor frowned a bit, but closed her notes, locking them in her personal drawer.


The nurse nodded and she stood up, putting on the jacket of her suit before anyone else could come in.


"Excuse me," she heard a deep voice coming from the front. "Doctor Klaczko?"


Hadassa felt a soft shiver over her whole body at the call. An Alpha, that was for certain, but not any random Alpha. This one was somehow different. The man in front of her was gorgeous. With dark hair slicked back and piercing blue eyes, he looked like something sculpted in heaven, and his smell was close to being intoxicating.


He was staring at her in a state of surprise that made her heart pound but had her raising her eyebrows at him.


The young man blushed pink, lowering his head for a short moment.


"An old man," Hadassa smirked. "Don't worry, I'm used to it."


He blushed deeper and cleared his throat.


"I'm Sergeant Barnes, ma'am," he quickly said but corrected himself. "Doctor."


"Either one is good," she assured him before he could ask. "Bring in the supplies, please, I need to place them quickly, one of the Alphas is about to go into rut and we need the suppressants. Last time we failed it took us six betas to separate him from fighting another Alpha over one of our Omega nurses."


His blue eyes widened at her observation.


"We certainly don't want that to happen again, ma'am. Where should I place things?"


She checked her hair discreetly, making sure her dark brown locks were tightly tied before pointing at the entrance of the tent.


Sergeant Barnes not only helped her carrying things but organising and labelling them. When they were finished, having just pinned the last note on the board, she turned to look at him.


"Are you new here?" Hadassa enquired, moving to the storage drawers with to look his name up. "I don't think I've seen you around."


"I arrived recently, yes," he confirmed.


She nodded, and opened his file, finding it mostly clean.


"Is tomorrow a good day for your physical evaluation?"


She hummed in confirmation, reaching for her planner while he followed her with his gaze, silently taking her movements.


"Be here by 8:20 in the morning," Hadassa decided. "You can go now, thank you for your help."


Barnes' eyes lit up a bit when they crossed with hers, and she could see how he was holding back a smile from curling on his lips. 
