DISCLAIMER: No disrespect is meant toward the real Band of Brothers, this story is more in line with the mini-series. I own nothing except Alana and Sara.

Hello Ladies, yes I'm back. I know before I get the death threats about finishing Some Day...I've found the thumb drive...yes I hear all of you cheering now and my Internet for the house will be up this weekend. I promise it will be finished by the end of next week. However, while you're waiting maybe you would kindly read this story and see what you think. Big hello to some ladies out there who I PM, looking forward to your insights on this one. :)

Prologue

Alana looked around her bedroom one last time to ensure she wasn't leaving anything. She wouldn't be returning. She had argued with her grandparents to allow her to stay, but they insisted they wanted her safe.

"Lana, I know you don't believe this but we're doing this for your own good. We know what is coming and we want you to have a normal life."

Alana turned to face her Grandmother; she suddenly looked old and so sad. She'd lived with her Grandparents for the last seven years, since her parents died. Sighing she picked up her bag and headed for the door.

"Grandmother, what will you and Grandfather do? There has to be another way."

Her Grandmother pulled her into an embrace for the last time. "Child I only wish there was, but something terrible is happening to this country and if war does come, I want you far from here. We survived the last one, we'll survive this and when it is over you can return."

Releasing her Granddaughter she watched as she left the house to begin the long journey that would take her far from them. Yes it hurt, but they wanted their Granddaughter safe and the best way to do that was send her to America. Yes, she would be safe in there.

Chapter 1

The smell of grass was sweet in the air and the sun was just warm enough to make you relax. She was really enjoying her nap here by the river. Her Grandmother had released her from her chores and now she could stay here next to the river. Alana…her Grandmother was calling she must have slept longer than she thought. Alana….Alana where are you….Lana….

The hand landing on her shoulder jolted her back into reality. "Lana I've been calling you for ten minutes, what are you thinking about?"

Alana pulled herself from the daze she'd been in and turned to face her friend Sara. "I really don't know. I guess the weather was just so nice and well I don't know…but any way, what was it that you needed?"

Sara dropped down beside Alana on the bench. They were currently occupying one of several benches scattered around the open field. The field was normally used for units to hold formation and physically training, but at noon on a Friday the field was currently empty. Normally the two women ate their lunch here, but today Sara had been caught doing notes from an earlier meeting and had missed lunch all together.

"Well I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard Colonel Sink yelling your name. No one could find you so I figured you were still here."

Quickly grabbing her lunch items Lana quickly took off across the field yelling a 'thank you' as she went.

Mumbling about the lack of planning or care on the part of any male, Lana speed up in an effort to make it to Fox Company, drop off the packet she was carrying and still make the last bus back into town.

She'd worked for Colonel Sink for a year and had enjoyed the job. Sink had been so pleased with her work that he had brought her from Georgia to England with him. Yet, for as wonderful as the job was and as much as she liked him, it was times like this when she wanted to kill him. Come on, did he not understand that she didn't make enough money to take a taxi if she missed the bus? Sighing she decided to worry about the money later and right now concentrate on making that bus.

Rounding the final corner in what could be called a run, if she hadn't been wearing high heels, she collided with an object that was not moving, but instead, knocked her to the ground.

The man she collided with didn't seem to be phased, however all the papers she had been carrying were scattered over the ground. That definitely meant she would be missing the bus today.

"You know you really need to look where you're going lady, next time pay attention."

Lana sat in shock watching the Soldier walk off without even offering to help. That was the final confirmation she needed that men were jerks. Sighing she began to gather up her papers when a pair of shoes entered her view.

"You know I've always thought women would fall at my feet one day but I really never thought it would come true."

Following the feet up to the voice, Alana found herself meeting a pair of very amused dark brown eyes.

"Yes, well I wouldn't be in this position if a man hadn't knocked me here, then he had the nerve to tell me to watch where I'm going and then…"

"Whoa, sorry, here let me help you. Never let it be said that Lewis Nixon didn't come to a distressed woman's aid."

Taking a deep breath, Alana composed herself. She really shouldn't be taking it out on him; after all he was now helping her. "Look, I'm really sorry it's been a rather long day and" after glancing down at her watch, "I've just missed the last bus."

Taking back her papers she allowed him to pull her to her feet. "Well thanks so much Lieutenant Nixon for the help but I need to deliver these before everyone disappears."

Nix watched her walk away for a moment before calling out, "hey, wait and I'll escort you." After a moment of walking together in silence, "so I've told you my name but I don't think I caught yours?"

Alana smiled, "I don't believe that I gave it Lieutenant, however because you were kind enough to help me. It's Alana Meyer. Most people call me Lana though."

Stopping in the middle of the street and making a huge production of it, Nixon presented his hand. "Well it's very nice to meet you Lana and since I feel somewhat responsible for you missing the bus, what with me being a man and all, I would like to offer you a ride home in a very nice Army furnished conveyance."

Lana actually found herself struggling to hold back the laughter. "Are you always like this or are you just trying to cheer me up? Either way, I would love a ride home just let me run these in and drop them with the clerk."

Watching Lana enter the building Nixon now had to think about was how he was going to talk Dick out of his jeep.

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"Alright 'miss I'm never late', just where have you been and with who?" Sara currently stood blocking the door with her hands on hips, looking very much like an annoyed mother.

"You know why I'm late and besides who left you in charge. Last time I checked, I didn't require a chaperone." Lana side stepped Sara and moved to the couch. Dropping on it, she quickly removed her shoes and began to rub her aching feet.

Sitting down beside her Sara gave her best sad puppy face; her sea green eyes misted over like she had tears in them.

"I'm sorry, I just got worried when you weren't home at your normal time and then I heard the jeep pull up."

Lana watched in silent amusement as Sara struggled internally to find a way to ask the question she was dying to ask.

Lana let her struggle a few seconds more before helping her out. "Okay 'miss I have to know everything' I was brought home by Lieutenant Lewis Nixon, who by the way prefers to be called Nix or Lew, and here is a little something extra just for you. There is a party tomorrow night and we've been invited. Now does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Really, and we're invited? That's fabulous. Ever since we got here there has been nothing to do but work." Sara was practically bouncing on the couch at the prospect of something exciting to do.

Laughing Lana headed up to bed, hoping that by tomorrow she could muster the excitement for a party.

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Lana sat at the table with Dick Winters and they were currently watching Nixon and Sara dance. The interesting thing of all of this was that as soon as Nixon met Sara he had fallen for her and her for him, which left Dick and Lana to keep each other company for the rest of the night.

"You know they do make a good couple don't you think?" Lana smiled watching her friend dance.

Dick smiled in response, "yeah that is probably the happiest I've seen Nix since we got to England. Too bad they didn't meet soon as I'm sure time is running out."

Lana bit her lower lip. She'd heard the proposed date from briefings with she'd had to attend with Sink, and time was running out, in less than a week to be exact. Too bad, her and Nix really do make a cute couple.

Sighing she patted Dick on the shoulder and stood. "Well I'm heading back, yesterday was a real nightmare and I'm still tired today. Tell Nix to have Sara home by curfew."

Dick stood, "yes, I'll let him know. I'm sure he'll love that. Are you sure you don't want me to escort you home?"

"No, that's okay, you stay and enjoy yourself. I sure it's perfectly safe as almost everyone is here. Have a nice night Dick."

He was bored. Yeah, that was an understatement, he'd only stepped into the party to grab a drink, and now he was standing with his back to the bar watch couples float across the floor together. It might have been funny had it not been so sad, watching Soldiers make promises they had no way of knowing if they would keep or not.

Shrugging off his dark thoughts, he turned to place him drink on the bar and that's when he saw her. She'd been sitting at a table close to the back that wasn't well lit, but suddenly it seemed a spot light had highlighted her white blond hair like a beacon. She wasn't beautiful in the normal sense of the word, but to him she was stunning.

Glancing to his left and right he realized he'd been staring at her for several minutes. Shaking his head to clear it from the daze he was in, that's when he noticed she was sitting with Dick Winters. Perfect, that would give him the introduction that he needed.

Studying them for a minute to be sure they weren't together but merely sharing a table, he was relieved to see by their body language that they weren't a couple.

Turning to face the bar, he finished his drink and set the empty glass down. Taking a deep breath he turned to face the room and realized she was gone. He'd missed his chance.

As she stepped out into the cool night air she paused for a moment and looked at the sky. This was the first clear night they had had in over a week and with the blackout in effect, the stars were stunning. Nights like this reminded her of nights at her Grandparents farm. Sighing at their beauty and the sadness that had suddenly filled her, she turned and headed back to the house.

"Hey there sweetheart, I know you are looking for me."

The drunken Soldier coming out of the dark alley startled her and she choose to ignore him and keep on walking hoping he was too drunk to bother with her. But his sudden reappearance directly in her path told her he might not be as drunk as she first thought.

"Come on beautiful, someone left you all alone, well never fear Davy is going to make it all better."

Suppressing the surge of fear that ran through her, Lana squared her shoulders and prepared to face the enemy.

"Actually Davy no one left me alone, I choose to be alone, so if you would kindly move out of my way." Moving to pass around him, Lana could only gasp as the man grabbed her arm and pulled her into the closest alley.

The cold of the brick pressed against her front, scrapping the side of her face. While Davy was pressed into her back, currently kissing her neck and whispering how much she was going to enjoy being with him.

When she felt his hand pulling at her skirt she knew this called for quick action. Praying that her aim wasn't off, she brought her heel down on top of his foot, feeling it sink into the top of his foot.

He released her just long enough for Lana to push off the wall and attempt to escape. She was almost there when the vicious pull on her hair dragged her back into the alley.

"You stupid bitch you're going to pay for that."

She had no time to prevent the blow to her face and was knocked to the ground. Lana tried to wipe the tears from her eyes and focus her thoughts. She had to get out of this before he really did something serious. All her thoughts were stopped with another pull on her hair that brought her back to her feet.

"So you think you're too good for me, well we'll see about that won't we."

Some where in the back of her dazed mind, Lana heard the ripping of her dress and felt his hands on her body, even though she knew she should be doing something to stop this, the ringing in her head wouldn't stop enough to let her focus on a plan of action.

He was on his way back to base when the noise from the alley drew his attention. It hadn't sound like a dog or cat, it almost sound like a woman crying. Stepping into the alleyway he let his eyes adjust and then spotted a couple about half way down the alley.

He was about to leave, thinking it was just a Soldier and his girl looking for a private place, but then he realized something wasn't right. The female appeared to be slightly unsteady on her feet and her arms were hanging limp at her side. These were definitely not the signs of a female enjoying the situation.

"Soldier, I think you need to step away from the lady."

When the Soldier turned to face him he was surprised to see that it was one of his own Sergeants, and he was very drunk. He took a moment to glance over at the female and in that one glance his hand was moving to pull his weapon before he could stop himself.

The front of her dress had been torn open and one side of her face was showing bruises and traces of blood. The moon had raised just enough to cast a dim light into the alley which was reflected off the white blond of her hair, it was his mystery lady from the dance.

Keeping his weapon focused on the Sergeant, "miss, I need you to move behind me."

Lana pushed herself off the wall and started toward the other man, keeping herself close to the wall so that his weapon stayed focused on Davy. When she was almost even with him she finally looked up and met the eyes of her savior.

Even though he hadn't looked at her, the coldness in his eyes made her stop walking. For a moment she almost thought she might be safer with Davy.

The lady had stopped walking, what the hell was she doing? A quick glance at her face caused him conflicting emotions. The first was confusion as to why she had stopped, then anger at the site of the bruises standing out in clear relief against her pale face.

Using one hand, he unbuttoned his jacket and removed it without taking his eyes of the Soldier. Holding the jacket out to her, "here miss, put this on. You look a little cold."

He felt her hand slide over his and it felt like ice. The quiet thank you was barely heard as she slid past him. He heard her footsteps heading out of the alley he could only assume she was heading home. Now he could focus all his attention on the Sergeant in front of him.

Quietly slipping in the back door, Lana stood still for a moment to determine if she was alone, which thankfully was the case. Removing her shoes, she quickly ran up the stairs to her room.

Glancing at the clock, she realized the entire event had only taken thirty minutes, to her it seemed like it had been a life time. The reflection in the mirror wasn't pretty; the bruise under the cuts could clearly be seen and would only be worse tomorrow.

Undressing for bed she threw the dress into the closet and her mood only went from bad to worse as she realized her favorite dress was now ruined. Before climbing into bed she picked the jacket up and searched for anything that might tell her who to return it to. Finding nothing she sighed and moved to lay it back in the chair when the smell reached her nose.

Pulling the jacket back to her face she could smell the warm spicy smell that permeated the collar. She had been so upset before she'd failed to notice it till now. The smell reminded her of sandalwood, one of her favorites. Putting the jacket back down and crawling into bed, her last thought was how wonderful her savior probably smelled in person.

Well look what I did, left you guess who he is. The good news is most of Chapter 2 is written, just needs some more work...any guess out there? Thanks again for all the reviews on my other stories and looking forward to comments on this one.

Captain Ty