Intimacy

Chapter 1-

Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Based off of the mini-series no disrespect meant to the real men or actors

Edward "Babe" Heffron stares at his hand for the tenth time in a row. The blue cloth that's wrapped around it has caught his interest yet again. He had seen the hesitation in Roe's eyes as he had pulled it out and started to put it away. Then he had ripped it, almost delicately as though he couldn't bear to be parted with it but had forced himself to. The look in his eyes had been filled with grief, pain and something that Babe couldn't identify. He had hazarded a guess and thought it reminded him of one of those looks the men got when their girlfriends ended it with them, a loss of love.

He fiddled with the blue cloth and sighed. He shifted again, waiting to see Doc Roe so he can speak to him. There's nothing better to do and the blue cloth was bothering him, because obviously he hadn't wanted to part with it. There was something about the private, reserve half-Cajun doctor that had sprung Babe's interest. Doc Roe had a comforting word for everyone, an open heart and always did his best at being the Doc but Babe was interested in more than that. He knew all about Harry's Kitty and Nixon's hatred of his wife Katharine and of the rest of the men's families and girls back at home. Roe however, was a mystery to him and perhaps all of them.

Eventually Roe did make an appearance as Babe suspected he would. He emerged in his usual smooth gate, his eyes looking around and his tense position betraying his attempt at relaxation. Babe waits a moment before calling out to Doc.

"Doc," his voice wavers slightly which is surprising because Babe prided himself on being able to address anyone, "This cloth…what is it?" his voice is stronger but it doesn't matter when that look comes back in Doc's eyes. The look of pain and grief and the emotion he can't identify. It's an intimate look one that he's seen the others wear but on Doc it's deeper and more meaningful somehow.

"Headscarf," Doc mumbles before returning to walking towards the rest of the company leaving Babe to stare down at the blue cloth.

A headscarf. He wonders where in the world Doc got a headscarf before he recalls the aid station. There were probably nurses there, pretty nurses with warm smiles and charming accents and oh. Oh. He blinks in surprise. Doc probably met one of those pretty nurses with the warm smiles and charming accents to match his own. Somehow, he had never imagined Doc as the type to well, not be interest in girls (he didn't think Doc swung the other way) yet it was hard at the same time to picture him being so. Maybe it was just hard to imagine Doc as anyone other than a medic. He wasn't Eugene Roe, half-Cajun man to him, he was just Doc. Maybe he was considered a handsome young man back in Louisiana and maybe his accent had the same effect on people there as it did here, soothing and calm.

Babe stares down at the blue cloth before remembering something else he had heard. The aid station was gone; so was the nurse.

A/N: Well. I decided to make this into an actual chapter story for once. After restarting this for like the tenth time I kinda like it so here it is…it's slightly short though which I hope to remedy on any other chapters.