One week back in May (I think) I stayed home from school for a few days. I really had nothing to do but watch Band of Brothers and go on Livejournal. I became hooked on the fanfiction challenge comunities. I joined a bunch of them. So this is a place for me to post all those little one-shots. It makes a lot more sense than posting them all seperately. The rating is just a precaution. All the posts have their own rating at the beginning.

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Disclaimer: Band of Brothers is owned by HBO and Steven Spielberg. Band of Brothers is based on real events and real people.In no way does this storyrepresent real life.I greatly respect the men of Easy Company for what they did, they are my heroes. And I do not mean any disrespect to them.
I would also like to say that the title of this whole thing came from the song "Champagne for my Real Friends, Real Pain for my Sham Friends" by Fall Out Boy. "We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame." I just thought the quote fit the men of Easy Company, 'cause they didn't do it for the fame or money. They refuse to call themselves heros. But they are!

Thank you Darky! My brilliant editor! xoxo!

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So anyway, this first one is called "The Spaghetti Saga". It ate my brain for about a week before I actually wrote it down. Plot Bunnies do that you know. They nibble.
Summary: Skip Muck enjoys scaring the replacements.
Characters: Skip Muck, Alex Penkala, Don Malarkey (other mentioned in passing)
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing and smoking)
Word Count: 657
Classes Ignored to Work on This: Geometry, American Lit.
Challenges: Drabbles100
A/N: A bit of Muck/Penkala friendship at the end. No slash.

The Spaghetti Saga

"Spaghetti." Muck told them suddenly, he took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers. The replacements stared at him like he was crazy. Penkala rolled his eyes. Malarkey sniggered at the confused look on their young faces. Muck just exhaled a puff of gray smoke and kept on talking.

"If you asked any one of these guys," he slowly pointed around the room for dramatic effect. "what their least favorite food is, that's what they'd tell you."

"Why?" asked one of the replacements.

Muck raised his eyebrows and sucked another breath through his cigarette.

"I'm glad you asked," he said, smirking devilishly.

"Jesus Skip," Penkala interrupted. "They don't need to hear the story." He took the cigarette away from Muck and placed it between his lips.

"Sure they do!" Muck retorted, snatching it back.

"Hey!" Penkala reached around Muck's back and grabbed the cigarette behind his ear. "Malark, give me a light," he said, turning to his left, setting the cigarette between his lips. Malarkey dug his lighter out of his pocket and flicked it open.

"Here ya go Penk!" he said, holding up the flame. While tipping his chair back on its hind legs, Muck reached around Penkala and swatted Malarkey's shoulder.

"God Don, shut up and let me tell the damn story!"

Penkala started to thank Malarkey but he elbowed him in the ribs.

"Yeah Penk, shut up and let him tell the damn story!"

Muck grinned.

"Thank you Don!" He turned back to the replacements. "As I was saying, our first C.O., Sobel, was real full of himself. Easy Company was his company, and under his command, we would be the best company in the whole goddamn regiment." At the sound of their former C.O.'s name many of the men at the surrounding tables turned to listen, childish grins played across their features.

"But you know, I think he did a damn good job!" Malarkey interrupted loudly. Penkala chuckled and smirked. Muck smiled again. The others grunted approvingly, banging on the tables. Webster raised his glass.

"Three miles up, three miles down," Liebgott joked, clinking his glass against Webster's. Shouts of "Currahee!" erupted around the room.

"Alright, alright! Calm down!" Muck tried to get everyone to quiet down. When he was unsuccessful, he gave Luz a look that clearly said, "Help me!"

"Hey! Come on guys! Let the man talk!" Luz hollered. Everyone quieted back down again, eager for the Spaghetti Saga to be dictated. Even the Toccoa men seemed interested in hearing the story.

"Anyway, Sobel was a real hard ass. He would make us run up this mountain, Currahee, every day. Now, right after Sobel was made captain, I think he thought he'd test his power, show us whose boss. He made Winters Mess Officer for, what, two weeks?" Muck turned toward the Toccoa men. A few of them nodded.

"Sobel told Winters that we were going to have an afternoon of 'classroom instruction' because of rain."

Penkala snorted.

"Yeah, right."

"So, Winters made spaghetti."

Several of the men groaned, their stomachs remembered it as if it were yesterday.

"That crap was not spaghetti!" Perconte argued.

"Well whatever it was, it was the best food we'd had in months. So we, naturally, stuffed our faces. Once everyone was sitting down, eating, Sobel bursts in. 'Lectures are canceled, Easy Company is running up Currahee!'"

The replacements stared at Muck, wide-eyed.

"That bastard."

Malarkey chuckled.

"You got that right."

"All the guys were puking their guts out," Penkala said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I seem to remember you being one of the worst Penk!" Muck said loudly, prodding his shoulder. Penkala glared at him. The guys laughed.

Everyone started talking amongst themselves again, joking and reminiscing. Penkala sucked on the end of his cigarette, staring into space. Muck put his arm around him.

"You know I tease 'cause I love ya Penk!"

Penkala gave Muck his trademark half smile.

"Yeah, I know."

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Next Instalment: Malarkey's curiosity gets him in a load of trouble!