-1Author's Note: Well, hello again. I didn't expect to see you here. (Peers out of the screen) Nah, just kidding. I have no idea who you even are. Aren't you lucky? (Cackles) Well, anyways, I seem to be seeing Band of Brothers everywhere recently. As well all know, or didn't know….If you didn't, you will soon, I LOVE that show…Er, movie. Uh…Miniseries. Whatever it's called. I love it, all right? Geez.

So, I decided to write a story, albeit, probably a crappy one, as an outlet for my boredom, and creativity which, at the moment, looks like a dried up ball of fuzz off in the corner. (Smacks her creativity) Stop sulking and get the hell over here to help me write! (Bickering ensues)

Title: Big Brown Eyes

Rating: T (PG-13) Yeah. For language, death and probably violence. But mostly language. I've been cursing like a sailor recently. (Looks confused and wanders away)

Summary: She never wanted this kind of life. But when your thrown into a position you just don't want, what else are you going to do? Because backing out might get you shot.

Disclaimer: Of course, I could never own Band of Brothers. Well, I could own the DVD and the book, which I sorta do, since I bought the damn thing. (Laughs) Finally! Damned internet money orders…But anyways…Yeah. So, I don't own them. And in case no one knew, they were real people. And they were so freaking awesome! (Squeals)

Er…Um…I like the actors? Yeah…Behind the scenes. Huh. Has anyone else seen the Video Diaries? A hoot, they were. Hilarious. No, really. I'm not kidding. Here, the missing exclamation points. !!! There…Be happy now. Read the book. And …You know what? Just read anything and everything written by Stephen E. Ambrose. He's the best author of all time!

So now that the disclaimer, which was like, five freaking years long, is over, on to the story! (Strikes a dramatic pose) Get a job!

Chapter 1: Volunteering

There are reasons people don't volunteer for things. Reasons no one wants that particular job. And there's also quite a few reason why they are called volunteers.

I suppose this was one of the reasons.

"Ow! Stupid dog!"

I recoiled immediately as the large canine snapped it's teeth in warning. I had already gotten bitten once, scratched twice, and knocked over five times. So, basically, my day was going great. It was usually twice as bad.

You see, I volunteer my time at a local animal shelter. However, for some odd reason, I always get the nut cases. Dogs with mental instabilities. Or something like that. Maybe they just hate me. Or maybe it's my co-workers who hate me.

Ah yes, here one of them comes now.

My eyes narrowed as I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and a young woman swung her head around the side of the cage door. Her bright eyes and cheery smile did nothing to improve my disposition. Especially when the dog chose just that time to reach up and snap at my fingers.

"Ow!" I hollered, just in time to see the critter go flying out of the cage, and past the still smiling girl. Man, she was creepy. With a little titter that I swear sounded like nails on a chalkboard, she stepped into full view.

Of course, it figured that the girl with the worst personality had the best body. Wasn't it always that way? It sure was. She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, as I nursed by bitten and…Was that blood? Aw, damn. Well, then, my bitten and bleeding fingers.

"Damn, you sure are stupid," she scolded, waggling one longer, slender finger in my direction. I'd like to chop that finger right off. My eyes searched about for a chainsaw, but to no avail. This was an animal shelter. We didn't have that sort of stuff here.

"Well, why are you just standing there, you dork? Go get the stupid dog. Or are you incapable of handling such an easy job?"

Yes, this girl was mean. Her name was Sarah. 5'6, blue eyes, blonde hair. Great body. I felt like an ugly duckling compared to her. She was pretty. Fashion model pretty, with a soul as black as the inside of a gopher hole. That sounded odd. Well, it is. So, let's not debate on the oddness of my thoughts, all right?

"You know, Sarah," I ventured casually, sliding past her with my back pressed against the wall. Stupid girl couldn't even scoot over just a bit? "I really hate you."

Let me stop here and tell you a bit about myself. Yeah, yeah. I know it's a bit late in the game, but hey…

My name is Kerri Masters. A plain name, normal, ordinary. Nothing fancy here. I wasn't blessed with anything special. Brown hair, blue eyes. I'm just an average girl. I'm not too pretty, but I'm not hideous either. I guess I'm just sort of so-so. Nothing special about me. There never was.

As I moved to get around my co-worker, she looked overly amused, and gave me a rough push out the door. I stumbled, and slammed my toe on a dog bowl, sending the metal of the dish sliding across the floor to collide roughly into a wall. I followed promptly after.

"Damnit…Owww…"

Sarah snorted, and stepped over me. "Be more careful, ugly. You're gonna get the floor dirty. Hurry up and get that freaking dog."

Heaving myself to my feet, I massaged my backside. It wasn't hurt. But my pride sure was. Hobbling a little, I hurried to the door, favoring my injured foot. Why on earth was the dog bowl so heavy? Well, it's not like that was really important. All that mattered was getting the dog.

As I made it to the back of the training and exercise area, I stopped and let out a shrill whistle. Nothing. So I hobbled a bit farther, until I reached the very edge of the field, bordered by the fence, and the woods. I whistled again. There was a barking in the distance, but it faded out as soon as I heard it.

Looking down, I noticed a large hole dug under the fence. "Oh, freaking perfect," I muttered unhappily. Hm. Well, I had to get the dog, one way or another. And going around through the gate would take too much time. So I decided to go under it.

Who cares if my clothes are dirty, right? It was a tight fit. As I bent on my hands and knees, I had to dig a bit more to make it big enough. My hands were dirty, so I shrugged, and simply wiped them on my jeans. They'd get dirty again anyway. No sense in prolonging the inevitable.

I stuck my arms through the hole, and then my head and torso. I fit through so far, but as I squeezed under it a little farther, I felt my shirt snag on the fence. I tugged with my free arm, and it tore a little. Just a small tear. Now I looked like absolute crap. Commence dramatic sighing.

I finally wiggled under it, and stood up, brushing off my hands and shirt. Again, the barking reached my ears, and I took off at a wobbly run, still nursing my hurt foot. The trees were thick, far thicker than I had ever thought they would be. The forest was on the outskirts of the town, where the animal shelter was located. And because it's so far away, no one ever really went into it anymore. It was just…There. I had never given it a second thought…Until now.

It was huge. The trees were giant. The ground was covered in leaves and pine needles. Again, I could hear the barking. That damn dog had better be stuck in a damned hole or something, cause when I find him…He'll probably bite me…

My shoulders drooped a bit at that, but I trudged on. It was getting cooler. I supposed it was because of the shade, and the fact that it was Fall. Huh. That could be a reason. Duh! But I just wrapped my arms around myself and kept on going.

Again, the barking. I picked up my pace. It sounded closer, and louder. I stumbled a bit on a couple of roots, but it's to be expected. I lack natural grace. And coordination. I'm just clumsy. Whatever.

But the barking was louder, and louder. I knew I was getting close. I could practically see the damn dog. He was…Just sitting there? I tilted my head a bit, and moved towards him slowly, so as not to spook him. But the large creature just offered me an odd look, and returned to staring straight ahead.

Huh? No welcome bite? That was odd.

Cautiously, slowly, I crept towards him and waved a hand in front of his face. Immediately, I pulled it back. But nothing happened. He didn't even budge. Just…Sorta looked at me funny.

"Uh…"

With a giant bark, and a huge leap, the dog sprang from it's position on the ground, and barreled towards me. I gave a startled yell, and tumbled backwards. As it bore down on me, I fell back, aided by a wonderfully helpful tree root, and landed hard. I heard a thunk, and knew my head had hit a rock.

Can you know your going to be unconscious when your starting to lose it?

The last thing I remember seeing were a pair of big, brown eyes staring straight back at me…I swear I heard the word 'Medic….'

Then, nothing…

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Author's Note: Another one! Bet you thought you were rid of my 'Author's Note' things. (Does the finger quotes) Well, this is the first chapter. Second should be up soon. 'Cause I have testing this week, and no homework. (Does a jig, then forgets she can't dance, and stops) Anti-climactic, no?