AN: So… I have had this idea in my head for a really long time, and I finally have some time to write it down. As far as I can tell it is an original idea, which is quite weird considering how hot some soldiers are. Imagine Edward, Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle in uniform. Sigh! Anyway… read, review, enjoy. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing but my plot.

Warning: This story is rated M/NC-17 for a reason. It will get increasingly lemony as the plot progresses. Don't read if you aren't that kind of person. Thank you.

PS. Logical I know that this is impossible, but just pretend that British and American forces can mix. Its more fun that way.

I shoved hard with my elbow and managed to spread the crowd in front of me just enough to make space for us to get through. Rosalie and Alice, my two best friends since I don't know when, sidled through behind me into the gap I had made and we spread out to occupy as much space as possible.

We were now right at the front, with a perfect view of the military parade making its way leisurely down the centre of Main Street, flags and banners flying high in the light breeze. I thought I could just about make out a bugle in the background too, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't interested in that though, there was only one reason that the three of us had given up our Saturday to drive all the way down here from Forks.

The British Army was on the move.

"Oh my God!" Rosalie breathed, her eyes fixed on the muscular physique of the man passing in front of us. "That guy is so hot." Then she smirked cheekily as the man turned his head slightly in our direction and winked at Rose. He was about twenty years old, and so good looking it should have been a crime. Unfortunately, he only seemed to have eyes for Rose, the other two of us would never hope to reach her level of beauty.

That had been annoying at the start of our friendship, a ridiculously long time ago in high school, when boys would flirt with me just to get a shot with her. I had blamed it on her all the time, before finally realizing one day that it wasn't actually her fault. Now, as a mature nineteen year old, I just contented myself with the middle hotness band of guys, and dreamed at night about the ones who were out of my league.

"I agree," I groaned, resting my arm on her shoulder. "They're all hot."

"I'd second that," said Alice firmly, unable to tear her eyes away from the rows and rows of beautiful, foreign men before us. "I can't believe that they are all totally off limits." The British Army had been taking a tour of the American facilities in this part of the country and we had been determined to come to watch them before they left for England. Seattle was their last parade so we had all dragged ourselves out of bed at five in the morning to see them off.

"Yeah, that sucks," I enthused, staring down at my fist dejectedly. It was a total shame that they couldn't even flirt with us before they left. The three of us would have given a couple of the officers a night that they would never forget. The only problem was that they were forbidden from fraternizing.

I turned my head back up to the parade, and then sighed again. The soldiers had almost all passed us now, as we stood near the front of the seething crowd, but we were still shamelessly ogling the asses of the men marching away from us down towards midtown.

"They're not completely off limits," Alice chirped sorrowfully, sounding almost jealous in her tone, and we all nodded stoically. Then, what she said caught up with me and I stopped nodding like an idiot.

"Huh," I said, tipping my head to the side and frowning at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," explained Alice, sounding extremely annoyed at having to explain herself to us. Clearly she thought that we should understand where she was coming from, but I just couldn't see it. "The soldiers are only off limits to us, to civilians. I bet if we were officers, hot British, female officers that were waiting for them when they got back home, we could get all of the fit, military ass we wanted."

"Hmm, yeah, that would be so cool." I sighed and we all turned away from the road, heading back towards Alice's Porchse which was parked across the street. I could tell that they all felt just as depressed as I did now that it was all over, but no one said anything; we all knew instinctively what each other was thinking, we were that close friends. "It's a shame we aren't their… co-workers, huh?" I giggled, and nudged Rosalie playfully. She laughed with me, which set Alice off, and we were all cackling uncontrollably by the time we climbed into the car. Then we all drifted off into our own little fantasies about what I had just said.

Watching out of the window as a team of shirtless officers did training exercises, their muscles rippling and sweat pouring down their backs. Good God! That would be absolute heaven. Then afterwards, we would have to share showers together, to conserve water. They would be so courteous towards me, offering to help me scrub myself down. Gah!

We drove insanely fast, well over the speed limit, all the way back to Forks from the parade in Seattle so I was broken out of my extremely pleasant day dream before it had a chance to get good, and then we stopped of at Rose's house to drop her home. Although I was in a slight hurry, due to my dad actually being home for dinner for once, Rosalie persuaded us to come in for a minute. I could see from her expression that she had one of her crazy plans, so I agreed if only to stop her from doing something we would all regret.

"OK, so what are you thinking Rose?" Alice said, before I had a chance to ask the same thing.

"Well…," Rosalie said thoughtfully. "You know that we said it was a shame we couldn't have a chance with guys like that." She looked pensive and somewhat serious, yet mischievous at the same time. I had a feeling that I might like this plan more than the last one.

About three months ago she had finally had enough of me trying to save myself for the right person, had conspired with Alice to get me completely sloshed, and then had locked me in a bedroom with Mike Newton for an entire night. Needless to say that, as unimpressed as I had been the next day, the plan had been a success. I was a virgin no longer and Newton hadn't been all that bad. The only problem was that now, ever since that night, he had been following me around like a lost puppy. Cute he may be, but definitely not wanted attention from my end.

I still hadn't quite forgiven Rosalie for that one, so I was a little apprehensive about this new plan. "Yes," I urged, wanting to hear more in spite of myself.

"OK. So, maybe it might not be as impossible as we think." She had fired up her laptop whilst we had been talking and now drew up an unfamiliar website. "I remembered, whilst we were driving home, seeing an advert somewhere for this." With a flourish she tapped the enter key, before pushing the laptop toward me eagerly. I looked down and with a frown I started to read it aloud for both my own and Alice's benefit, because she had migrated over to the sofa on the other side of the room.

"Wanted: Cadets from outside of the United Kingdom. The MoD…" I looked up at Rose, silently asking her what the letters stood for.

"It means, the Ministry of Defense." I nodded and continued to read.

"The MoD is currently restructuring the Armed Forces in Britain to conform to international law. As such, we will soon be welcoming foreign students to enlist in the British Army training program, in order to provide integration and equality with our allies in arms. Encouraged nationalities include those from Canada, the United States and Great Britain." I finished at the bottom of the page and looked back up at Rosalie, who was practically bouncing with excitement. "I don't get it," I explained honestly. "What are you trying to say?"

"She is trying to say," squealed Alice, as she flew across the room like a hurricane on crack. "We can totally sign up for this training program, then meet some gorgeous British guys and hook up with them." With that, everything in my brain clicked into place and I started squealing and shrieking manically along with the two of them.

Five minutes later we were scouring the site, searching for photos of hot guys and printing out application forms, and chattering excitably about what it would be like. I don't think I have ever seen either of my best friends look quite that excited before, I knew I certainly never had been. Once we had gone our separate ways, I didn't sleep a wink that night, staying up instead to fantasize about England and gorgeous guys until my father woke up the next morning.

At breakfast I broke the news gently to Charlie, my virtually non-existent dad as he had never seemed to be there since he and my mom had split up, and he hadn't seemed to upset about it. He had agreed after only minimal protest to let me go, just as long as I 'knew what I was getting myself in for'. I assured him that I was absolutely sure, hurried out of the house after getting him to sign my form, and met up with the others at the post office in the centre of Forks.

We all hugged furiously for luck before posting the three sets of forms to London, praying silently that we would all be accepted. It would suck if one of us went and the others didn't. Hopefully, if all went well we would be posted to a dorm together or at least near to one another. There was no doubt in our minds that this was going to be the best forty-two weeks of our lives.

Little did we know of the horror we were about to release into our lives. In our eagerness to sign up, we had overlooked the rules and guidelines pages of the website. One rule in particular would be sure to throw up some issues with our genius plan. We were in for a shock!

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