Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers, however, I do own the OC and the plot. I am aware that these are real men, and I respect them completely for what they have done. This is not meant to offend.
Plot: WintersxOC. A childhood friend of Lewis Nixon has bribed her way for entrance into the 101st Airborne Division, U.S. Army. She became fast friends with Richard Winters, and will follow both men to the end of the earth and back. Follow her accounts of what happened all the way from Normandy to Hitler's Eagle's Nest, alongside the men of Easy Company.
A/N: I thank captain ty, you are amazing and give me the motivation I need to write.
Camp Toccoa, July 1942
"The Japs are going to get you!" Lieutenant Sobel bellows over his shoulder to the men of Easy company, 101st Airborne Division of the U.S. Army. The men all groan as they watch their C.O. flailing his arms around as he 'runs' up the Currahee Mountain for their six mile run. Richard Winters shakes his head in disgust as he watches the man up front make himself appear moronic. Someone runs up beside him, huffing loudly. The person is a small woman, with light blonde hair and golden-brown eyes. The shirt of her PT gear is too large, so the front hangs as she runs. She looks up at Winters, her blonde ponytail whipping behind her.
"What is he doing?" Winters gives her a shy smile, keeping his gaze focused on the road ahead.
"I think he's running, but I'm not completely sure…" The woman laughs, falling back where she was before. Lieutenant Sobel reaches the top of the Currahee mountain, and yells down at the men between pants. Winters is the first to reach the top, where he stops and calls out encouragements to the men below. The men all reach the top of the mountain, only to have to turn around and run back down. Once all the men had reached the top, Winters runs down after them, Sobel following as well. They run three miles until they reach the camp, where the men all stand at attention in formation. Sobel walks in front of them all, huffing and puffing. He orders them to all retire for the day, which the men all smile at. Once he turns to leave, the men either bend over trying to catch their breath, or fall flat to the ground. Winters walks tiredly over to the woman he was talking to earlier, sitting down on the ground beside her. She looks up at him, her face flushed and her hair sticking to her face because of her perspiration.
"Hey, Dick." she puffs out. He smirks at her, then watches the men intently.
"Hey, Emily." They both look up when Lewis Nixon walks up to them, flopping down onto the ground. He smiles at the both of them, taking a swig out of his canteen. They notice all of the men standing at attention, and they follow suit as they see Colonel Sink stalking towards them. All three of them salute to the Colonel, with him snapping a salute back in return. He looks right at Emily.
"I need to speak to you, Lieutenant Devoy." Emily nods her head, and the two of them walk away from the rest. Emily takes the front of her shirt, fanning herself.
"I apologize for my appearance, sir." He gives her a small smirk, then pulls her aside. He smiles at her, and places a hand on her shoulder.
"We need someone to take the Medical Assistance Course so that we can start to continue the training of the boys once they move away from Camp Toccoa. What do you say to it?" Emily blinks a few times, then nods her head eagerly.
"Absolutely, sir."
***************Later that night, Winters and Nixon's quarters************
Emily ducks under the flaps of the tent that Richard Winters and Lewis Nixon are using for their quarters while they are training in Toccoa. The two of them are sitting on their cots, Nixon drinking from his flask, which contains VAT69 whiskey. Winters is flipping through a novel, but carrying a conversation with his friend instead of reading. Emily flops onto her back on Nixon's cot, staring at the ceiling.
"Guess who is taking the Medical Assistance Course?" The both of them look at her in shock, Winters placing his novel in his lap, and Nixon has his hand in mid-sip. She rolls over onto her stomach, shrugging. Winters is the first to recover.
"Good for you, Emily." Nixon grunts, taking a deep swig from his flask, and Emily smiles. She stays with the boys until lights out, then heads to her own quarters, which she shares with Carwood Lipton.
Starting the next day, she would be taking a night course stretching over the next two months that would help make her one of the only medics that the company would have until she trained the rest of them in basic medical assistance. After they all knew the basics, the Colonel would pick some at random to specialize in becoming a medic, where she would come in and train the boys until they are proficient enough to save a life.
Rolling over on her cot, Emily thinks about how many ways that the boys could die, and then smiles at knowing that she will, after this course, be able to save them from most situations that she could think of. Closing her eyes, Emily goes to sleep and, for once in a long time, has no dreams of boys dying for something that is beyond their understanding.
She sleeps in peace.
Review, please! Please, tell me how you like it? Is the writing ok? What about Emily? Is everyone in character? Please, cookies to all who review.
~R