A/N: First fan-fiction I have written since the days of S.O.N. I was sort of inspired to write my story about a personal experience with the military that my wife and I went through. Basic is hard. Especially when you are in a relationship with someone back home. I hope you enjoy it.

I do not own any faking it characters or anything to do with the show. I just wanted to write a story to pass the time while waiting for season 2B.

Thank you for reading. More to come.

Amy's POV

"Let's go! Everyone in line! Males on the left! Females on the right!"

I literally just stepped off the bus from Austin to San Antonio and they are already yelling. I grab my duffle bag and stuff my phone charger into it. I keep my phone in my hand because I know I get one more phone call before it's time.

"Get in a line. Sit down. Get your phones out, call your loved ones, tell them you made it. Then put your phones in your bags!"

I pull my phone out and dial her number, it only rings once and I hear it pick up.

"Hello?"

"Karma, it's me! I made it to San Antonio, I just wanted to tell you that I love you!"

I feel confident until I hear her start to sob quietly.

"I love you too Amy, please write when you can, I promise I will be waiting for you! You are amazing."

"PUT THE PHONE AWAY NOW! ITS TIME TO GET ON THE BUS TO LACKLAND!" The man in the Air Force uniform yells.

"Baby I have to go. I love you!"

I hang up the phone before I get the chance to hear her reply. I hurriedly put my phone into my bag as they start to have all the females stand and get on the bus. 'Here we go,' I think to myself.

Karma's POV

I hear yelling in the background and then she hangs up before I even get the chance to reply back to her. I am sobbing, and I cannot stop. I know that it will be a few days before I hear from her again, she had warned me, she had reminded me of the phone calls that are mandatory while she is there. I try to calm myself down, but I just can't. I never in a million years would have guessed that she, of all people, my one and only Amy would have joined the Air Force! Now she's going through eight and a half weeks of basic training with limited communication to the outside world. I knew that there is only one way that I'm going to make it through, and that's with the help of my friends. But not tonight. Tonight I just want to be in my feelings. I want to curl up in a little ball of sadness and cry until I can fall asleep. If I can fall asleep.

Amy's POV

It was a short ride to the training squadron I had been assigned to, the 323rd TRS. The building looked new in the distance.

We pull up in front of the building, I'm sitting in a window seat next to a girl I met at the airport. We both gasp at the same time as we see them coming. The distinct hats gave away their titles. Our military training instructors (MTIs) and they were all women. I felt terror inside me. One with black hair, long enough to be let down, but short enough not to touch her uniform collar, slowly walked onto the bus.

"You have 45 seconds to get off this bus."

She walked off the bus and stood to the side. We all grabbed the bags we brought and a bag of things they issued us as we scrambled to get off the bus. We ran to these yellow dots on the ground and the MTI's started playing a game with our heads where we had to pick up and put down our bags several times. Then we raced up the stairwell to the third floor of the complex and into a dorm room. They gave us all a piece of paper and told us to write down our loved ones address. It was a postcard that had the address of our dormitory on it. I wrote the only person I cared to hear from, Karma.

"YOU LOOK WEAK"

A woman MTI yelled at me from less than a foot from my face.

"YOU'RE TINY, TRAINEE, YOU AREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT VERY FAR HERE"

I couldn't open my mouth to say a word. I was a mixture of terrified and confused. I was just sitting on the floor writing Karma's address and she just went off on me. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I thought to myself.

After we were given about 3 minutes to take a shower, it was finally time for bed. It was late, my watch showed that it was 15 minutes past 4 in the morning. As the MTI's hit the lights and left the dorm, two trainee's entered the room with blue M16's. You could tell the weapons were fake. I had read about this. They were part of our 'big sister flight.'

One girl looked out the flap of the door and shut it "All clear, Cortez."

"Great, Wilke."

The girl who was called Cortez took a flashlight and walked to my bunk.

"Trainee, you are in the bed that they are gonna pick for dorm chief."

I gave her a confused look. I had heard the term before, but I couldn't remember what it meant.

"I'm Reagan Cortez, dorm chief of your big sister flight. If you need help with anything, don't be afraid to ask. I'll be here every night on entry controller duty until I graduate in about 3 weeks."

"Raudenfeld, I said. My name is Amy Raudenfeld. I really appreciate it, Cortez."

"Get some sleep. You're going to need it, Trainee Raudenfeld."

The girl continued walking through the dorm and I tried sleeping. But all I could think about was how much I missed Karma.