A/N: It's my first story of Band of Brothers, and as I'm french, please be nice with me. ) This is only a story coming from my imagination so nothing of this happened (I think you know that but you never know!). This take place during episode 7. Hope you'll enjoy this story.

Together

"Doc?" a voice called. Was it him, the person was calling? He continued to walk in the white snow, looking at his boots. He always heard people calling him like that, but was he really a medic? Trying to save young soldiers' life, but often seeing life getting out of their body. He had always thought he was doing his best to save them but a sudden doubt came to his mind after Renée told him that her gift was too painfull to be a gift of God.

Was he really trying to save them? Was he doing what he should do?

"Hey, Eugene!" The same voice called again, taking Roe out of his trance. He looked up and saw Babe looking back at him. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned in his voice.

Eugene looked at him, not saying a word, as if he was just realising where he was. They were still walking towards their next destination. After a minute, he slowly nodded.

"Are you sure? You haven't said a word since we left Bastogne." He said, quite believing his nodd. Eugene could see in his eyes the anxiety.

After all Doc had done for him, Babe feel like he owed him something and that he had to be here for him. He didn't really knew what pushed him to do this except the sensation of owing him something but he felt like there was a sort of friendship between them.

"Nah... it's nothing..." Eugene murmured, not wanting to speak about this to Heffron.

Babe sighed and looked in front of him, not wanting to push as he saw that Doc wasn't in the mood. They continued to walk in an almost silence, only hearing the sound of their boots walking on the soft snow.

They finally arrived at the Bois Jacques near Foy, and regained their foxhole. Lots of trees were half destroyed around them and silent fell on the company, as they observed the trees.

After everybody regained their foxhole, the laughs and the sounds of discussions started rising in the air.

"Hey Frank will you stop brushing your teeth for a moment, you're driving me mad with it." Luz said, who was holding a mug of coffee. They were in the same big foxhole deep in earth.

"Shit, I do what I want okay?" Perconte replied, between his teeth. And he continued to brush his teeth as if George hadn't said anything.

"It remind me when the new ones were giving the remplacements a lesson about how to use a rasors." Luz said, half laughing.

"No kidding?" Muck asked, with a smile. "How to use a rasors... They really have nothing to--"

"Hey George!" Perconte called, cutting Muck in what he was saying.

"Frank! Even if I got two ears I can only listen to one person okay?" Luz replied, sounding angry.

Then he took a sip of his coffee. "Fuck!" He yelled, taking the mug out of his mouth.

"That was what I wanted to tell you..." Frank said, and he shrugged. "Nobody listen to me..."

"What's going on?" Muck asked.

"As if Kraut's artillery wasn't enough they're trying to kill us with this thing which is suppose to be coffee!" He exclaimed putting down his mug on the floor.

Muck took it and smell it. "Shit, they call that coffee?" He said, while sniffing and he put it down.

"At least it's hot..." Penkala said, smoking his cigaret.

"Hey where did you get it?" Muck asked him, while pointing at the smoke.

Then they heard a loud sound and a mortar fell not far from them. "Incoming!" Lipton voice shouted.

They all keep their heads in the hole and put their hands on their head, waiting for it to stop. Their heart beated faster as they heard the mortar falling a little bit everywhere around them. Fear rising in their chests, hoping that they or their friends won't get any mortar. They heard trees explosing around them, it was terrible how easy the Kraut's artillery could destroy all of this.

Then as fast as it came, the mortars stopped and everything went silent. They slowly breath, taking back their composure and they looked around. They could hear a couple of soldiers yelling for a medic. And they looked at each others, asking with the look if it was finish.

"Fucking Krauts..." Luz murmured, while changing of position, making him more comfortable in the foxhole.

Some minutes later, after making sure there weren't an other barrage, Muck looked around and put a leg out of the foxhole. "I'm going to have at least a little sleep!" Muck said and he started walking.

"Hey Muck, wait for me!" Penkala shouted while running after him.

"Bye guys." Franck said to them, finally taking his toothbrush out of his mouth.

As the night slowly fall, some soldiers fall asleep. Babe was walking among the foxhole, hearing men snoring. He finally arrived at Doc's foxhole. Eugene was fixing a point in his hole, deep in thought.

"Hey, Doc!" Babe said while joining him in the foxhole. He looked at him but it seemed that Doc didn't noticed him.

"Hey!" Heffron put his hand on Eugene's shoulder, to gain his attention. Doc blinked, finally coming back on earth and looked up at Babe.

"Tell me what's going on?" Babe asked him, putting his other hand on Doc's shoulder, then he wouldn't try to avoid him.

"I told you, nothing..."

"Hey, I know that something is bothering you. I'm maybe not very observer but I'm not that blind."

Babe was worried about him and that was something which really heat his heart. Since D-Day he had always been alone, but now, something had change. He felt more close to Heffron than he had ever been. A smile appeared on his lips. Now he knew why he did this, why he was a medic. It wasn't to save soldiers, it was to save comrades, and friends. And at least he was doing his best to save them.

Heffron looked at him in disbelieved, just a minute before, Eugene was deep in thought as if something was wrong and now he was smiling at him. Then Babe smiled too, pleased to see his friend happy, at least now.

He took a pack of cigaret out of his pocket and handed it to Doc. He took one of them and Babe lighted it. "Thanks."

And they stayed there, smoking in rather silence.

Some days later, there had been lots of barrage of mortars. One of them had hit Toye and Guarnere, and an other one had killed Muck and Penkala. The men of Easy Company had lost lots of comrades, it had been very tought for all the men. Feeling this emptiness in their heart as some of them lost their best friends, knowing that they won't hear their jokes, and speak with them about everything. But they had to stay together and they knew that.

After taking Foy, the Easy Company walked deep in Belgium and went in direction of Noville. The weather was still icy, and snow was still falling.

"Is it always night in Belgium?" Talbert said, while walking in the snow.

"I don't care if it's night, all I want is a smoke..." Liebgott replied, and he snorted. "Fuck..."

"Sorry, I don't have any more." Luz said.

Then a soldier next to them fall in the snow and they heard bullets flying around them. "Incoming!" A soldier yelled. "Take cover! Take cover!"

All the soldiers ran towards a ditch which wasn't far away. They all took their weapons and fired. The sudden of the attack surprised all of them. Bullets and mortars were passing over their heads or falling in front of them, making loud sounds. It was difficult to hear what the others were saying. Everybody had this pain in their chest but they all knew what they had to do. It was war, and they mustn't be scared.

"Luz, radio, come here!" Speirs' voice shouted.

Then a mortar fell not far from the ditch. "Medic!" Babe yelled and Doc arrived in a rush.

"Who had been hit?" He asked while arriving.

"It's Lieb!"

"Oww, fuck... It hurts..." Liebgott moaned, looking at his shoulder.

"Don't worry, ain't that bad..." Eugene replied while looking at the wound.

"Hope so!"

"Keep firing! Keep firing!" A voice yelled not very far away.

Bullets keep passing between the forest and the ditch where they were. Mortars explosing a little bit everywhere on the snowy plain. They could hear bullets whistled next to their ears and soldiers firing their weapons.

"We need more ammo!" Popeye yelled, changing of ammo his weapon.

"Keep on it! Keep on it!" Martin shouted, while firing.

"Fox and Doc Company are on our right flank." Speirs said who wasn't very far while looking at his right to see if they really were there.

"Damn it! How many are they?" Grant asked, as they saw more Krauts in the woods.

They could see numerous silhouettes and tanks. It looked like they were much more than them.

"What are we supposed to do against all of them?" Talbert shouted, in disbelieved.

Then they heard over their heads, planes flying. They bombed the edge of the wood and the Krauts started to fall back.

"I think that's the answer!" Babe said while looking at the planes.

He looked back at Liebgott who had a bandage on the shoulder and was breathing loudly. Doc was next to him and looking at the wood.

"You're gonna be fine in no time." Eugene said, and patted Liebgott's not wounded shoulder.

Liebgott nodded and snorted. And everything went silent, there weren't any silhouettes or tanks and the planes had left now.

"We're gonna spend the night here." Winters said to Speirs who nodded. "They would maybe attack again."

The night had now fell on the plain, and Easy Company was now in the large ditch. Snowflakes were falling on them and wind was blowing.

"Damn it, it's still cold like hell!" Malarkey said, while tightening more his coat.

"No, it's too damn cold to be in hell..." Luz murmured. He was laying in the ditch, leaning back on the earth.

"Hey, Lieb do you want a smoke?"

"Where did you find it?" Joe asked him, surprised.

"A remplacant of the third Platoon." Malarkey answered while handing Liebgott a cigaret and he lighted it.

Far away in the plain, they could see some lights of a town. It was not very small but it wasn't as big as Foy. They all knew that they were going to attack it and were all dreading doing it.