A/N:Hello Hello! I am super excited about this new story, I love Nixon, and am so excited to write him! This story is going to be short and sweet- preferably under twelve chapters, but fifteen if I need too. I really hope you guys are as excited about this story as I am! I'll try to update every two weeks but school does get in the way :) Anyways, this takes place right after the war has ended. Lewis came home in September 1945 according to Wikipedia... As for his child's age- I figured if Katharine got pregnant right before he left for Aldbourne, making his child around or a little under one year old when he returned home.

Disclaimer: I do not own the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers, nor do I intend to. I recognize that these are real men, and wish to offend no one. I am writing this, purely for my own enjoyment.

AC

New York, New York

October, 1945

My feet ached as I walked down the bustling hallway of Columbia University Medical Center's Emergency Department. I was so sleep deprived I thought I would fall over; I had performed four surgeries in the last thirty six hours. None of those hours included sleep. I was definitely annoyed that I was called when I was on my way to the cafeteria; I was called by some egotistical jackass who just "had to see the best doctor in the hospital." But I really wasn't the best; I just happened to be qualified for the sort of treatment that Mr. Crazy man needed.

Nurse Collins and I walked down the hallway. She had been cooped up in this hospital longer than me and still had a bright smile on her face. I guess Doctor Hastings would've told her it was her job to be friendly and comforting. I got to get away with my crankiness today because apparently Doctors are allowed to be mean and nasty after thirty six hours of surgery, but I think Nurse Collins deserved to scream just as much as I did. Just as we were rounding the corner to crazy's room I was called to Trauma bay one.

I opened the door to Trauma bay one. Usually I got a rush when I opened the door (it sounds morbid, I know) but today was different. Today I just felt uneasy. A woman was lying on the gurney crying but never screaming. A man was standing next to her whom I assumed to be her father. I quickly made my way over to the woman probing around her body looking for injuries as Nurse Collins read the report aloud to me. "Twenty two year old female, automobile accident. Driver, with one other passenger head on collision. Showed signs of shock and paralysis at the site of accident given morphine, and plasma."

Her eyes were glassy and distant but she still had a pulse and was breathing quite regularly. She hardly moved at all, I asked Nurse Collins to hand me a twenty gage needle. "A needle? What are you doing to my daughter? Nurse?" I ignored the remarks of the man next to her who proceeded to try to grab the needle out of my hand. Stabbing himself in the process.

"Nurse?" I yelled through the door "Get this man out of here!" I know I was being harsh but the man was in my way and I didn't really care who it was. This is about my patient, not him I thought. I didn't have time to let my emotions get in the way. I never did. "Collins! Get Doctor Hastings now! Prep an O.R for me right away,"

Doctor Hastings rushed into the room looked and at me knowingly as he began to help me wheel the gurney down the hall. I kept my hand holding hers as we wheeled her into the O.R. Quickly the Surgical Nurse draped a gown on me and I poured iodine on my hands. As the Anesthesiologist began to put the mask on the woman, one thing came out of her mouth "My baby. Save my baby please," she pleaded with as much force as she could muster. She began to gasp for air and I aimed the scalpel toward her trachea to perform a tracheotomy. She looked me straight in the eye as I slowly started toward her with the scalpel. She was silently pleading with me to let her go and I knew I had to obey her wishes. As she took her last breath I held her hand as that was all I could do. Her hand went limp and one more hole was placed in my heart.

I went to the scrub room, and I took off the surgical gown that I had on; I held it in my hands for a second looking at it and got angry. I threw the gown towards the ground- a lame attempt to get my frustration out. I lay my head in my hands and began to cry and cry I did, until Nurse Collins knocked on the door. "Come in," I said trying to sound undefeated. Collins could see right through my attempt at composure and sat down on the bench next to me putting her arm around me. "Kate. Kate. Kate?" She asked three times until I decided to answer.

"What?" I asked bitterly still staring at the wall.

"There was nothing you could have done" she stated and squeezed my shoulder.

"I wasn't on my game. She fucking died because I wasn't on my game!"

"Fine. You want to make it seem as though you're a superhero who didn't put their cape on today? Because even if you had twelve hours of sleep, a healthy breakfast and no other patients today she still would have died" Collins answered somewhat annoyed.

"I didn't even ask her name," I answered quietly. Sounding defeated this time.

"Kate. She has a father outside who wants answers. He deserves answers from you," her voice softened when she spoke. Collins always was there when I needed her. She was my surrogate mother and sister.

I got up, wiped my hands under my eyes, and smoothed my scrubs. "His name is Mr. Page," Collins told me and I nodded. I walked out of the room, towards the waiting area and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Page?" I asked the grey haired man sitting in front of me.

"Yes?" he asked sounding hopeful. I extended my hand to him

"I'm Doctor Bennett. I operated on your daughter a few moments ago,"

"Well how did it go? Is she alright?" I took a deep breath and searched my mind for the correct words. I placed my hand over his trying to offer her some sort of comfort. "Mr. Page, your daughter sustained some pretty serious wounds. She didn't survive. I'm so sorry," he looked at me searching my eyes to see if I was lying, to see if the world was playing some sort of dirty trick on him as if he was expecting us to all jump out and say 'got-cha'

We sat in silence for a moment until he said something to me, his eyes never leaving the wall in front of us. "Katharine, her name is Katharine,"

"That's a beautiful name," I said quietly

"She had a daughter in the car she's almost a year old," panic alarms were going off in my brain- I needed to know if the girl had survived. "I don't know what you want to do with the child. She has a sorry excuse for a husband who was in the process of getting a divorce," I couldn't believe what I was hearing! The man didn't want his own grandchild. "Excuse me?" I said trying not to sound appalled.

"The man's name is Lewis Nixon. Of the New Jersey Nixon's," he stood up

"I don't care what you do with the child but I don't want her," he replied calmly. I sat speechless as he walked out of the hospital doors. Then I remembered the child. Had she survived?

I rushed over to the nurses' station hopefully being able to find some sort of information. The nurse told me where to find a baby in the Trauma bay, who had apparently been brought in right after her mother died. "I don't know what took them so long" I thought. I entered into the room that I heard a baby crying in and saw a red faced child partially wrapped in a blanket squirming and screaming. The nurse next to the baby was cooing at her trying to calm her while the E.R doctor looked her over without much luck. "Oh thank goodness! She needs a surgical consult. I'll be on my way," he rushed out of the room while the dark haired baby continued to scream. "Shhhhhhhhhh," I soothed

"Just one minute sweetheart," I quietly said as I palpated her stomach assessing the damage. She started to calm down only whimpering now. I took my stethoscope off my shoulders and listened to her heart, Normal. I then listened to her stomach- not normal "Nurse?" I asked calmly

"Yes Doctor?"

"Could you please have Dr. Stafford from the pediatric care unit meet us in the O.R?"

"Yes doctor. Right away," she quickly hurried to fetch the doctor as I prepared the baby to be taken into surgery. "Doctor Stafford says he'll be there right away,"

"Good. Shall we get going to the O.R then?" We wheeled the baby girl over the light hardwood floors of the hospital, past the clicking of the typewriter, the clacking of the nurse's heels and hushed voices. It always got quiet at night in the hospital.

A nurse met us outside the door of the O.R and wheeled the sweet baby away who began to cry again. The Nurse who was helping me went back to the E.R and I went into the scrub room to brief Nurse Collins, Dr. Stafford, Dr. Hastings, Nurse Benning, and Nurse Kinney on the situation. Making my way over to the large metal sink, I began to talk. "It looks like we're dealing with internal bleeding here folks. She's responding to touch which is a good sign. I can't tell if her spleen was ruptured or not. There cross matching her blood as we speak. She also has several contusions one on her left shoulder, frontal nasal groove, and jawbone. Lacerations can also be found on the back of her neck, and stomach. I finished scrubbing, put a mask on, as well as sterile gloves and I entered the room.

As soon as the baby was put under Anesthesia, Dr. Stafford began to make the incision as Dr. Hastings and I waited to see what had to be done. As soon as the incision was made and we began to perform the laparotomy, she began bleeding profusely, a sure sign of a ruptured spleen. Hastings and I began a Splenectomy, when we began to lose her.

"Doctor I'm not getting a pulse!"

"Shit," Stafford began chest compressions

"Nurse Adrenaline injection!" he injected into the baby's chest and continued compressions. We had finished taking the spleen out, and began to stich her up. "I have a pulse," Stafford said sounding relieved. She made it through the surgery, but the hours after were just as critical.

It was now morning and I had gotten baby Jane Do settled so, I went to begin the process of finding out whom and where Lewis Nixon was; of course I didn't have to look very far. I called the operator and asked them to transfer the call to Nixon New Jersey. I asked for Lewis Nixon, and she transferred me to Nixon Nitration Works. A secretary answered the phone. "Nixon Nitration works, Louise speaking,"

"Hello. This is Doctor Bennett calling from Columbia University Medical Center can I speak to Mr. Nixon please?"

"Which one?"

"Lewis,"

"Just a moment please," I waited and I waited and waited some more until finally she got back on the telephone. "Mr. Nixon is a bit indisposed right now. But the Personnel Manager here, Mr. Winters would be glad to speak to you,"

"I'd prefer to speak to a family member,"

"Richard is Family,"

"Alright,"

"Richard Winters Speaking,"

"Hi, Mr. Winters. I'm Doctor Bennett, I'm the chief trauma resident at Columbia Medical Center. There has been an accident,"

"Who was involved?"

"Mrs. Nixon, and her child," there was silence on the other end of the phone for a minute.

"What is the damage?"

"I'd rather explain that to Mr. Nixon when he arrives at the hospital,"

"Understood. He'll be there as soon as he can,"

"Thank you for your time," I hung up the phone. Indisposed- was he a drunk or something?