It was wet, cold, and Diana was almost positive it was pitch black.

With a final swear, she angrily threw her cell phone in the backseat of her jeep.

She looked to the clock, 1:36, it had been half a hour since she got off work. She hated Germany, hated snow, hated that her father had to be gone over her birthday, hated cell phones. It had been a bad week all around.

She looked out at the picth black night, people always said not to get out of a car. Wait for help. "Bet they were never in the fucking alps, in the middle of the fucking coldest winter, on fucking call." She swore under her breath.

Opening the door a rush of snowy air came at her, "Holy Mary Mother of God!"

Diana closed the car door quickly and thought over if she wished to change a frozen tire. Her cell phone was no help. There was no way in hell she would hitchhike. She was not close enough to the base to walk, she was screwed.

"Of all the fucking times to volunteer at a civilan hospital. No good deeds goes unpunished my ass!" She continued to swear as she opened the car door again. Wishing she had brought a heavier coat, gloves, and perhaps Uggh boots.

With a cruch her work clogs hit the snowy ground.

"I will kill the old man myself." She growled, walking as carefully as she could to the back end of her jeep. The old tank made it's way through snow with ease. Which is why she had the bloody thing. Though at that point in time she wished she had a tank.

Diana wrapped her arms around herself, her leather jacket was warm. But all she had on were navy blue scrubs, and they had alot to be desired in snow.

When she saw the shredded back tire she determined how screwed she was. With a look around the completely deserted road she thought about freezing, getting murdered, or quite possibly getting lost.

It was her second day in Germany.

With a swear she headed towards the drivers door.

Diana put her hand on the door and found it was locked. She tried again, it was definately locked, she looked to the heavens. Only a full moon looked back. "This isn't funny." Her green eyes looked for anything in the heavens.

They did not answer.

So she asked again, "Is there anything else you'd like to send my way? Perhaps a nice refreshing rain shower? A pack of wolves? Or an avalanche?"

In reply to her question a pair of headlights appeared further down the road. Heading slowly her way. Diana looked to the approaching headlights, then back to the heavens, "A serial killer? Nice touch."

Diana quickly ran behind the Jeep, knowing with her luck it would be a serial killer. She hid behind the small SUV while the car drove past. Snow was thrown on her jeep and over, raining down on her barehead. With a shake she stood. Looking to the heavens yet again.

Muttering to herself she walked back around the jeep, "This has to be some manner of cruel joke. It's my fates.....they hate me."

Diana looked to her cell phone in the back of the jeep. As if on cue it began to ring. Diana looked back to the heavens and screamed, "That's Not Funny!" She tried to open the back side door, it was locked as well. "Damn!" Diana looked around and found nothing, with a sigh she looked to the still ringing phone.

She closed her eyes and quickly put her elbow through the back window. To get her phone, and promptly set off the car alarm. Ignoring it she reached in and grabbed the phone.

Opening the phone she looked and saw a number she didn't wish to see again. With another look to the heavens she answered her phone, "What?"

"Di! I just got home, where is everything?"

A smile came across Diana's face, "What? I can't hear you." Diana was positive this had to be the best reception ever on her cell phone.

"Di this isn't funny! All the shit is gone! The windows have been broken, the carpet is gone, the apartment is gutted! I leave this for three days!"

Diana smiled as another car came down the road. Without noticing the snow she asked, "Have you looked in the bathroom?" She had left him a lovely note on the mirror.

"Yes, "Fuck you" written with lipstick, charming. Listen to me bitch..."

Diana smiled to herself, "What? I can't hear you!" At that she hung up and threw the cell phone off the side of the snowy road. Running her hand through her brown hair. Diana had moved out the day he left, had the apartment stripped down and everything donated. She had emptied all their accounts and sold his car. Flew to Germany where her Father had been and had a house on base.

Her temper was quite painful and expensive, his had left a bruises upon her face, her neck, even her arms.

Diana then realized she had thrown her phone off the side of a mountain.

"My life is crap," She muttering running her fingers through her hair. It was only then did she see the car come to a stop, "And here comes the serial killer."

The car pulled behind hers and turned off.

Diana watched the driver climb from the seat in army camos.

"I think your car is broke" He spoke his voice heavy with a southern accent.

A smile came over her face at his words. Moments ago she had spoken with a man she had grown to hate, now a smile came across her face, she didn't understand or care. Instead she looked to her jeep, "A little."

The man walked to her jeep with ease that only life brought. Diana did not say a word as he climbed in the jeep's broken window and turned off the alarm. He then unlocked the doors and asked, "Where is your spare?"

Diana walked around the back and saw it was not in the trunk. She knelt down behind the jeep and peered under it, there was not one there either. With a heavy sigh she stood, "Spare?"

The man still sat in the jeep. He pursed his lips and asked, "Ya live close to the base?"

Diana nodded, "On the base."

The man looked surprised, "I've never seen ya here." Diana could not help but smile at his accent, "I just moved here a few days ago."

The man looked back around the jeep, he took her purse from the passenger seat and climbed out. Tossing Diana her keys he locked the door and closed it. Diana watched with amusement the way he carried himself. As if he had owned her jeep.

"Ya didn't need anything from the jeep?"

Diana shook her head, he had her purse, and she had tossed her phone. The one night she had left her backpack at house.

The man walked to her and held out a hand, "My name is Hoot."

Her smile only grew, "Your mother named you Hoot?" Hoot nodded, "Momma named me Norm, but she dubbed me Hoot."

Diana looked him over and found Hoot fit him better then Norm. "Diana McKnight."

For a moment he stood there a smile slowly grew across his face.

His eyes traveled over her, "You don't look much like Danny."

Diana crossed her arms again to try and stay warm. Hoot pointed to his car, a small little euro model, "Ladies first."