Disclaimer: I don't own Band of Brothers. I only own Rose and any other character you don't recognize. I only mean this to be based off the t.v. series and not the real men.
Chapter One: Home
It was late and the smell of the afternoon rain was still in the air. A lone figure was walking by the town pub that was in full swing, a tan suitcase was in her right gloved hand. The sound of laughter and jazz music reached her ears but she would not be deterred from her destination. The lights inside the two story brick house all were off except one. The single light blazed from the upstairs window, and the silhouette of a young man hunched over a desk was the only thing that the woman on the street could see. It had been close to four years since the stranger had stood on this spot, but at that point in time she was leaving and the reality of why she was back was more then she wanted to think about.
Her attention was drawn to the front door as it was burst open, the light of the newly illuminated hallway poured onto the street it was slightly blocked by the figure of an old woman who was standing in the doorframe, several seconds past before the old woman beckoned the younger one into the house and into the sitting room. Not much had changed in the past four years, the walls were still painted the same rose pink and the hard wood floors hadn't lost their shine. The only real difference was in the two women, the years had changed them not so much that they wouldn't be recognized but the war had changed them enough that neither one would ever be the same.
The old woman was the first to break the silence, "I didn't expect for you to come." It wasn't unkind just a statement of fact. The young woman nodded her head and in a soft voice close to a whisper said "I didn't know where else to go." It was a sad admission but a truthful one all the same. The older woman nodded her head and signaled to the stairs with one hand and encircled the young woman's back. "Go on upstairs; you remember where your old room was." The young woman was half way up the stairs when she turned, "Grandmother, when I was walking up to your house I saw a young man." Her grandmother nodded, "I have two young men saying with me, they are American soldiers and very sweet young men. I'll introduce you in the morning; Get some sleep Rose you look like you're about to fall over." Rose nodded her head as she finished walking up the stairs.
The second floor hallway was filled with photographs of relatives long since passed, the photograph that was hung outside the third door on the left, was of a happy couple on their wedding day. Both had identical grins of happiness and looking forward to the future of being together forever. "Idiot girl." Rose thought bitterly as she walked into her old room. The queen sized bed was pushed against the wall opposite of the door and a vanity sat in the corner. The bed was turned down as if she was expected and shook her head as she figured she probably was. Her grandmother was her only family left in England, being orphaned when she was a child and now Ethan. The thought broke off in her mind as she took a shuddering breath and shook her head as if she could get rid of her demons.
She removed her brown tweed coat that hugged her waist tightly, and hung it over the chair that sat in front of her vanity; as she sat down to remove the pins from her long curly black hair. A half an hour later she was changed into her night dress and climbing into bed. The sheets felt clammy against her skin and no matter how many times she tossed and turned no position was comfortable. Finally around one she was able to drift off into a restless sleep with her dreams full of images of planes and fire.
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