Author's Notes: Started watching Band of Brothers a few days ago and got through the whole series quickly. I'm obsessed, especially with the relationship between Winters and Nixon. They are amazing. Anywhoo, here's a little fic I wrote yesterday when I was supposed to be writing other papers. *shrug* Oh well.
Mr. Perfect
By CJSpooks
Clack clack clack clack clack…
Dick Winters finished the last sentence of his latest report. He was about to pull the paper out of the typewriter when a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Can you stop doing that?" Lewis Nixon entered the room with his usual Vat 69-induced swagger. It was late and he was on time for his nightly check-up on Winters.
"Writing reports?" Winters stood up, pulled the paper out of the typewriter and put it with several others on the desk.
"No, standing up so straight and having your hair all perfectly parted. Would it kill you to slouch a little and have something out of place?"
"It probably wouldn't kill me, but I'd prefer not to. And I already have something out of place--you. Are you drunk?"
"I've had some Vat tonight, but that isn't important. You need to be normal for once." Nixon pointed and walked over to his friend.
"I am normal. For me."
Nixon stumbled forward and Winter grabbed a hold of Nixon's both arms to catch him.
"My hero. Now lemme go."
"Are you going to be alright?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to stop asking me to change?'
"No."
Winters sighed and let Nixon go. Nixon pulled Winters forward slightly. "Stay like this." And then he ran a hand on Winters's head to muss the hair. "There ya go, Dick."
"And now what? I'm uncomfortable."
"You should be."
"What's the point of all this?"
"I just want you to relax. Why do you have to be Mr. Perfect?"
"I…" Winters straightened his posture and tried to fix his hair. "I'm an officer and I need to look the part, feel the part, and play the part. I wake up early, train hard, write reports, and lead because they tell me to. I do it because I'm good at it. Because there are people that depend on me all the time. Because I'm not sure when my last moment will be. I do this to stay sane, Nix. I'm just pretending to stay sane."
Nixon frowned. He didn't mean to upset his best friend. "Damn. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean such little things meant so much to you."
Winters sat down on his bed. "The little things are all I have left. They're all I can control."
Nixon plopped down on the bed next to Winters. "I get it." He paused. "Can I sleep here tonight? I'm a little—"
Winters nodded. "Yes. Just don't tell me that you love me in your sleep like you did a few nights ago."
"But I do love you, Dick." Nixon laughed. "You're Mr. Perfect."