The Disclaimer: I don't own D, V or Jack.

DATE: June 6, 1944

Captain Jack Harkness found Dante among the ruins of a dilapidated warehouse and realized that the man had fallen through time as well. Actually it didn't take a genius to figure this out – no one wore red leather and carried around broad swords at those times. 1944.. No one but the man he had found earlier (and did a hell of a job setting up). They even looked alike... The same person? Not so sure.

--In the shelter--

"So you brought this annoying lot of noise with you". Vergil grimaced.

Jack let that by, working on his wrist strap and locking the door. Dante gawked at the sight of his brother, dressed in a military uniform fitting him like a second skin and showing his perfectly built figure to awesome advantage.

"Shut your mouth, Dante. We're at war – you can catch a stray bullet." Vergil adjusted his cap and grabbed the papers from the table.

"I told you he had fit in." Jack smirked at Dante's face. "You have to change your clothes too.'

"What? No, I'm not gonna fight – there are humans out there!" Dante protested. "No demons, don't you get it? Only humans!"

"Hey, you don't have to kill. I need to bring you to the terminal but we can't get to the guarded location like that." He pointed to his flamboyant attire.

"Allright. But.. you've said he is a lieutenant. Did you make any orders, Vergil?" Dante looked at his brother, worried.

"Yes. Two shootings."

"What?? No!! What have you.."

"They were deserters. What was I supposed to do?"

"Ah, offended honor. But you know, one of them could have done something which is gonna be mentioned in the text books. You are changing history!"

"Anyway, the rift would be open for less than an hour. You should hurry!" the time agent cut in.

Dante shot an angry glance at his brother and quickly changed into the uniform.

"So what am I?"

"Private." Jack replied.

"Why is he an officer and I'm not?"

Vergil rolled his eyes.

"Don't act like a child." he snapped and clamed a helmet on his head with a bang.

"Ow, careful!" Dante complained, wincing.

"Nothing valuable to harm there."

"Ha-ha." Dante growled before Vergil grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged towards the exit.

The shelter partially lowered the outside noise of gun firing so they immediately clasped at their ears when Jack opened the steel shutter. Apparently the D-Day was in its full swing. Hundreds of people dying every single moment, some of them hardly made it to the sand of Normandy beaches when the bullets found them. Shrapnel exploding, soldiers running to take cover but never getting there as the machine-guns tore them away and apart.

"GET DOWN!!" Jack yelled, trying to outvoice the gun thunder as he spotted the grenade launcher turning their way on the other side of the trench not far away.

"WHAT?" Dante yelled back when Vergil rammed into him from behind and bowled him down. The grenade flew over their heads into one of the gun-ports and exploded, showering the three of them with ground and sharp fragments of concrete. When it ended Vergil crawled off his brother and punched him hard in the side.

"Awww.." Dante tore himself from the ground with a groan and looked at him accusingly.

"You cloth ears." Vergil glared at him from under the cap peak.

"It's all helmet!" Dante propped his upper body on his elbows and took the headpiece off. "I don't hear anything in it!"

"Put it back." Vergil ordered, reaching for the thing.

"Worried about me, bro?" Dante grinned, his face covered with dirt, which made his blue eyes stand out even more sharply.

"No. White hair draws attention we can do very well without."

"You're kidding! Who would pay attention to someone's hair when there's a shit like this?!" he quickly put his helmet back when they heard another unmistakable sound of flying rocket whooshing by. Another heap of mud lumps came over them and Dante felt a tug at his boot. He turned and saw Jack, an angry look on his face.

"Would you two start moving already?" he asked before throwing a quick glance at his strap. "If we don't make it there in time, you won't be able to go back!

"What?! And get stuck here? NO WAY!" Dante exclaimed before crawling forward at an amazing speed which impressed even Vergil as he vainly tried to catch up with him.

What do you think? This is odd (well, for me) but I'd be very glad if you liked this setting.