AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my FIRST story ever on FanFic. YAY! I have read so many wonderful stories on this site for over a year and it has taken me THIS long to attempt anything. It's very short but it was also written in 25 minutes xD I was reading some old B.O.B stories and got a quick inspiration wave! All the Band of Brothers authors have given me such inspiration and finally I decided to try...Please tell me what you think; I'm still an amateur.

Disclaimer: I love the men of Easy Company, so I have nothing but respect for them and those who bravely fought WWII. This story is purely for entertainment.

One Savior.

Three words.

Three words that gave him hope and discipline.

Three words that might as well have given him a new life.

How can three words have affected him so much ? That was a rhetorical question. There was no way he can come up with an explanation for it. It was a feeling of safety and appreciation that swept over him. As Lewis Nixon sat in the tiny room, with a bottle of Vat 69; he let the darkness of his mind take over. This war was too much. He was on the verge of being completely numbed from himself and the rest of the world. He drank and drank until he couldn't function anymore. He had cracked but he had made it so far, Why now ? Nix barely stood up before his legs gave out under him. And as he fell, he took the glass bottle down with him. He couldn't get up, he didn't want to. What he wanted was to hide there and wait 'till this ungodly war ended. For once, Nixon wanted to be selfish and help himself first before all the other soldiers. He didn't want to be the intelligence anymore. He wanted to go home to a life where he knows it's not easy to get anyone killed because of a mistake he might cause. So, Nix just laid there watching the broken glass.

There were footsteps slowly approaching him and a soft sigh was heard. Nix looked up and was not surprised to see who it was. He began to laugh. A stiff and hoarse laugh.

"Look at me Dick, I'm a mess...", Nixon said as his laughing came to a stop.

Dick Winters was his best friend.

His savior every time he bordered the line between calm and insanity.

Then the tears just came...

"I thought I c-could m-make it Dick, I-I r-reallyy did. B-but it got too hard-d. Dammit...I never thought it happened but it did...I-I finally cracked-d...", he choked through his sobs.

Three words were muttered so quietly that if Lewis hadn't seized his crying, he would've missed it.

"...I got you."

Dick said softly as he grabbed Lew up by the arm and helped him to his bed.

With those three words, Lewis Nixon sobered up.

With those three words, his cracks were...fixed.

Lew started laughing again, this time a small humorous laugh was echoed.

How does Dick Winters do it ?

"...How do you get to play savior all the time ?"

And even that... was a rhetorical question.