A/N: Okay, so a few things I need to get out of the way: 1) I don't own any of the characters except Violet and anyone else I may create as this story goes along, 2) I mean no disrespect in writing this, as I hold the utmost respect and admiration for the men of Easy Company...that being said, this story is based solely on the series and the actors who portray the characters, and 3) while at some points I do not follow the series exactly, I have tried to remain relatively realistic (as realistic as a woman joining Easy Company can possibly be :))...this is just for fun, of course something like this probably could never have happened...but the actors are just so damn hot, one can dream.

Enjoy, and pleaseeeeee review with any suggestions or comments you may have

Camp Toccoa, Georgia, mid-August, 1942

Lewis Nixon wiped at the sweat on his brow and struggled to catch his breath. He had just finished the grueling obstacle course that the men were forced to run daily, and even the cool air that the morning's rain had brought to Georgia wasn't enough to comfort him.

"Nix! There you are." Lew looked up to see Dick Winters jogging towards him. Lew struggled to smile at his friend, but was too winded to succeed. Dick laughed and clapped Lewis on the back.

"Sobel…is one fucking…piece of work," Nixon spat through heavy breaths. Dick smirked at him and nodded.

"Easy Company, at attention!" Lewis and Dick looked up to see Sobel shouting at the troops, and hesitantly made their way over to the lanky lieutenant.

Herbert Sobel, they were learning quickly, was not a man to piss off.

They stood in formation, watching with eyes full of hatred at their commanding officer. Lewis could sense the dread amongst the men as they anticipated what Sobel would have them do next. Surely, they would be running up and down Currahee; they had already become accustomed to the rigorous 6-mile trip.

"You can thank the rain, men. No run today."

Lewis could hear the collective sigh of relief, and couldn't contain his own smile.

He looked to Dick as they walked towards the mess hall for lunch. "I don't know about you, but I still hate the guy."

They entered the hall to find the men excitedly devouring plates full of spaghetti, a welcome change to the piles of mush they had been eating since they arrived. Lewis and Dick exchanged wary glances.

"Am I wrong to be suspicious of this?" Lewis muttered.

"Not at all," Dick said as he looked around at the soldiers.

They filled their own plates, although not to the brim like the others had. Just as they were finishing up, Sobel and another officer entered the mess hall.

"The orders have been changed. We run." Sobel shouted across the room. The men groaned; some looked close to tears. When he decided they weren't moving at a quick enough pace, Sobel began running through the room like a madman, shouting "Let's go!"

"Son of a bitch," Lewis swore as he followed Dick behind the other men.

Meanwhile...

"Colonel Sink? There's a young woman here to see you."

Sink looked up at his secretary, Nancy, and cocked an eyebrow. "Who is it?"

"She says her name is Violet Ryer, and that it's urgent she speak to you right away."

"Well what does she want?" He commented gruffly.

"I'm not sure, sir. Should I send her in?" Nancy was becoming impatient.

"Yes, yes. Send her in." He sighed.

Not a moment later, a young brunette stepped through the door, her gray eyes glancing around the room in curiosity.

Colonel Sink stood to greet her, and she shook his outstretched hand.

"Hello, Ms. Ryer, take a seat." He spoke in his rough southern drawl.

Violet smiled brightly and sat across from him as he lowered into his own seat. She took a deep breath, playing over in her mind what she had rehearsed on the long train ride to Georgia. 'Make him see that he needs you here.'

"How can I help you, Miss?" he offered her a small smile as he shuffled through some of the papers on his desk.

She looked him straight in the eye, hoping to convey a strength that she wasn't sure she had. "I understand there is a shortage of qualified medics enlisting for the airborne…"

"A shortage of qualified male medics…yes." He peered at her curiously and she felt her confidence diminishing.

"Sir, I think- I know- that I would be of much use as a medic here. I've been trained by the Red Cross, I have experience in hospitals, I-"

"Miss, I think you would find more success with the Women's Army Corps."

She shook her head sternly. Her expression was so fierce Sink had trouble believing it was coming from such a petite girl.

"Colonel, with all due respect, the WAC does not offer the experience I'm looking for. I'm already far more qualified than any of the men you have lined up…I'm in physically good shape…I speak German…I've used a gun before while hunt-" He held up his hand to stop her rambling.

"Did you say you speak German?"

Her eyes lit excitedly. 'Why did I not think to mention that earlier?'

"Yes sir, fluently. I learned while living in Europe as a child."

She had always had a knack for languages…give her a week and she could tell you a story in French. Her older brother, however, had been stubborn. "Why should I learn a new language when we'll probably be moving again next month?" she remembered him complaining.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and was quiet for a moment. He had just had a meeting with Major Strayer regarding 2nd battalion's need for translators…to find someone, male or female, that was both a medic and fluent in German would not happen frequently.

His silence was deafening and she found herself struggling to keep from slapping him and demanding an answer.

"I'm taking a huge risk here" he said almost as if to himself. "Miss. Ryer, I can't promise that you'll get the same pay or benefit as the men…to my knowledge, something like this has never been done before within the United States military…" He stared over at her, his tone showing his confliction.

Violet shot up out of her seat and scurried around the desk, taking his hand into her own and shaking it wildly. "Colonel, you won't regret this," she beamed.

"I don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into." 'Hell I don't even know what I'm getting myself into.' He thought grimly before explaining further. "Your training will not be easy. In this aspect you will be treated like the rest of the men." Sink spoke sternly; in the back of his mind he was hoping she would change hers.

"I'm fully prepared for whatever you have to throw at me," she smiled.

He shook his head but couldn't help but smile back. He had to admire her spirit, though it grieved him to think of what she would have to face

"Obviously you will need to be briefed on the duties of a paratrooper, the training you will be expected to complete, and so on. You will also be put through a series of tests that will evaluate your skills as both a medic and a translator."

Violet nodded animatedly, barely listening to what Colonel Sink was saying. In her mind, fireworks were going off and a band was playing loudly in her honor. 'I did it.'

"Nancy!"

Sink's yell snapped Violet out of her thoughts and the blonde secretary stepped into the office.

"Yes, sir?" she answered.

"Take Miss. Ryer to see Lt. Jacobs," Sink spoke as he scribbled out a note on a piece of paper. He handed it to Nancy and then directed his attention to Violet.

"This note should explain the basics of your situation. Lt. Jacobs will start your testing, and I will meet you down there shortly."

Violet nodded before following Nancy out the door.

Sink picked up a glass of scotch from his desk and crossed his office to the window. He could see Easy Company across the expansive field, the men having just finished their run up Currahee. They looked to be in awful condition; several were off to the side vomiting.

He shook his head as he took a sip of the liquor. 'I guess we'll find out soon enough if she has what it takes to be a paratrooper.'

Violet watched, entertained, as Lt. Jacobs read the note from Colonel Sink. His small eyes widened behind his thick glasses and he looked incredulously at her.

"But…you're a woman." He squeaked in his high-pitched voice.

She couldn't help but laugh at the scrawny officer. He wasn't much taller than she, and she stood at a whopping 5 foot 3.

"Is it that obvious?" She joked.

He sighed and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Take a seat, I guess. I'll be right back." He pointed at a rusty metal chair that stood behind a desk in the middle of the room before scurrying away.

A few minutes later, Lt. Jacobs returned, but he was not alone; next to him stood a thin officer with dark hair and dimples.

"Private Liebgott, this is Violet Ryer. I need you to test her on her German skills."

Liebgott looked down at Jacobs, amused. "Is that right? And how do you suggest I do that?"

Jacobs stammered, unsure of how to reply to Liebgott's teasing.

Liebgott took the seat opposite from Violet's and spun it so that he could sit on it backwards. He leaned his arms against the back of the chair and looked at her curiously.

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" He started off easy. (Do you speak German?)

"Ja." (Yes.)

"Lt. Jacobs ähnelt einem dürren kleinen Mädchen, Recht?" (Lt. Jacobs looks like a scrawny little girl, doesn't he?)

Violet's hand flew to her mouth to stifle her giggles and Liebgott's dark eyes shone with his own laughter. Lt. Jacob's looked back and forth between them, eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"Das ist nicht sehr nett!" She said, smiling at him. (That is not very nice!)

He shrugged, returning her smile. "Wie haben Sie Deutsch gelernt?" (How did you learn German?)

She thought fondly back to the year she had spent in the beautiful country. "Ich lebte dort für eine kurze Zeit als Kind." (I lived there for a short time as a child.)

He nodded, a smile still planted firmly on his face, and stood from the chair. "She knows her stuff, Lieutenant. Nothing to worry about."

Lt. Jacobs did not look entirely convinced, but nodded anyway. "Thank you, Private Liebgott. You may go back to barracks, then."

Liebgott winked at Violet before exiting the room, leaving her with a noticeable blush across her cheeks.

Jacobs stared at her uneasily, fidgeting with the note that he still clutched in his hands. "That was quick…I don't know what to do now…this isn't a very usual occurrence."

Luckily for him, Sink walked in at that very moment. Jacob snapped to attention, his weak arms shaking as he saluted the Colonel.

"At ease, Lieutenant. How are things here?"

Jacobs bit his lip, his face pale. "Well sir, I brought Private Liebgott in to speak with Miss. Ryer…he assured me that her German skills are more than adequate."

Violet had to use all the power she could muster to keep from laughing again at the comment Liebgott had made about Jacobs.

Sink turned to her and smiled. "Glad to hear it. If you'd come with me, Miss, I think it's time I see these medical skills you spoke so proudly of."

Perconte was sprawled out across his bed, limbs dangling off the sides.

"I can't move my body." He mumbled to Luz, who sat reading a book on the bed next to his.

George looked over his book at him, rolling his eyes at Frank's position. "Get used to it, Perco."

"Fucking Sobel." Frank muttered before painfully pulling himself into a sitting position.

Just then, Liebgott bounded into the barracks, almost knocking Shifty over with the door.

"Christ, Joe, where's the fire?" Guarnere called out from a bed where he was playing cards with Malarkey, Muck, and Toye.

"You guys aren't going to believe where I'm coming from." He said as he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear.

"Berlin?" Malarkey joked, his eyes scanning the cards in his hand.

"You're hysterical, Malark, truly." He lit the cigarette and took a long drag before continuing. "I was just helping Jacobs evaluate a possible new translator for the airborne..."

"When does this story get good?" Guarnere remarked in his signature South Philly accent.

"If you'd all shut the hell up, I'd get to it," Liebgott yelled. "This translator, she also happens to be a medic."

"This still isn't- wait…she?" Guarnere perked up, suddenly not caring about the card game.

Liebgott smirked, nodding. "That's right. A female may be joining the 506th."

"Is that even allowed?" Malarkey questioned, his eyes as big as saucers.

Liebgott shrugged. "How should I know?" He brought the cigarette back up to his lips.

"Hell, I ain't complainin'." Guarnere smirked. "What's the broad's name?"

"Violet Ryer." Liebgott smiled, remembering the way her gray eyes sparkled and her full pink lips stretched over her teeth when she laughed.

"That's a hot name." Muck commented, earning a slap to the back of his head from Malarkey.

"You think we'd be lucky enough to get her in Easy?"

Malarkey's question hung in the air, each man contemplating it.

"Where else would she go? Fox company? She wouldn't survive a day with those idiots." Guarnere broke the silence gruffly and everyone laughed in agreement before shifting their attention away from the mysterious new girl.

Violet finished bandaging a fake wound on the arm of a nervous-looking private before turning to Colonel Sink. Next to him stood Eugene Roe, a medic from Easy Company that Sink had brought in to scrutinize her every move.

She'd had to identify each piece of equipment, explain how to treat certain wounds and illnesses, show how to properly apply a tourniquet, and finally, as she had just done, demonstrate how to bandage up both an arm and a leg wound.

Sink turned to Roe, seeking his opinion on Violet's skills.

Roe nodded emotionlessly, not looking at her. "I have nothing else to ask of her, sir, she knows what she's doing. In fact, she's more advanced than most of the men we have right now." His statement verified what Violet had guessed at in Sink's office earlier that day.

"Very well, then. Looks like all that's left to do is assign you to a company, but I believe I've already made my decision. Seeing as you've met both Private Liebgott and Private Roe, it seems only fitting to put you in Easy Company."

Violet jumped up and down, her stomach flipping in excitement. She hugged Sink, who coughed in embarrassment, before hugging Roe. He hesitantly returned the hug, blushing furiously. She stepped back, beaming at the two abashed men.

"Right…well…" Sink cleared his throat, "first you'll need to go for a medical exam to make sure you're physically qualified for the airborne, and then we'll speak with Lt. Sobel. He's the commanding officer of Easy Company."

Violet nodded passionately, motioning with her arm for Sink to lead the way. He looked at Roe, who shrugged his shoulders, before leading Violet out of the infirmary.

After the medical exam cleared her for recruitment, Violet followed Sink to another building while he described the newly created paratrooper division, and what her role in it would be. Soon they came to a bright office. The room was relatively large, with a desk on each side of it and a big window facing the field.

A lanky, dark-haired officer stood immediately when Sink entered the room, and his stance remained rigid even when the Colonel told him to stand at ease.

"Lt. Sobel, this is Violet Ryer." Sink began. Sobel's cold eyes lingered over her body, causing her to shift uncomfortably. "She will be joining Easy Company as a medic and a German translator."

This got Sobel's attention. "Excuse me, sir?" He spoke quickly in panic. "I cannot have a woman in Easy Company…it's…unheard of."

Sink shook his head and spoke sternly. "You'll do what I tell you to do. Now, Miss. Ryer will be joining Easy Company, and that's an order, not a request, Lieutenant."

Sobel's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed uneasily. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good. I'll leave it to your good judgment to find some gear and a place to stay for Miss. Ryer."

With that, Sink left Violet to defend herself against the wrath of Easy's CO.

"This must be a joke." Sobel muttered under his breath as he walked out from behind his desk.

He looked her over again before meeting her eyes. Without speaking, he turned to leave the room.

'I guess that means I should follow him…' Violet thought, annoyed, as she left the room behind him.

They walked briskly down the hallway without speaking. She struggled to keep up; one of his strides was three of hers. She was beginning to run out of breath when he finally stopped before a room marked 'Storage.'

"I suppose if I can't find a uniform for you in here, you can borrow Perconte's." he mumbled.

She had no idea who he was talking about, but she wasn't about to make conversation with the man.

"Here," he said as he tossed a heap of clothes into her small arms. "This will have to do. It's not like you'll make it long here anyway."

The comment made her want to drop the clothes and punch him square in his ugly face, but she held back. It would only prove his point if she were kicked out before she had even begun her training.

"As for your living arrangements, if you want to play like one of the boys, you can sleep with them too." He must have sensed that her face was heating up, even though it was hidden by the pile in her arms. He cleared his throat. "Sleep in the same room, that is."

She nodded but realized what a pointless gesture it was.

"Right, well. I'll show you the way to barracks." He said as he walked away from her.

She didn't try to keep up this time, the clothes weighed too heavily on her.

"Dinner is at 1700 hours in the mess hall; keep in mind it is now 1600 hours." He called behind him at her.

Violet rolled her eyes, already taking a strong disliking to Lt. Sobel. She almost crashed into him when he stopped in front of her, causing a shirt to slip from the pile.

"I expect you to be changed out of…that-" he eyed her navy blue dress disapprovingly, "before dinner. Don't be late."

"Yes sir," came her muffled reply, and she saluted him to the best of her ability before he left.

'Well, here goes everything.'She thought as she opened the flimsy wooden door to the barracks.

She let out a sigh as she pushed past the dumbfounded men to the only empty bed in the room, and she dropped the armload of clothes on to it before turning to the men that had gathered curiously around her.

She folded her arms across her chest and smiled slightly. "Hi, everyone."

A few returned her greeting quietly, but otherwise, the group remained silent.

"Tough crowd," she joked. "I'm Violet…I'm uh…going to be a medic with Easy Company." She looked around the room, starting to feel very self-conscious under their stares.

Suddenly, the crowd began to part a bit as a man pushed his way through. Violet grinned when she saw that it was Liebgott.

"C'mon, fellas, never seen a girl before? Leave her alone." He walked up to her, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that, their testosterone is getting the best of their manners." He shot a look at Muck, who in turn hurried away to where Malarkey stood.

Violet laughed and Liebgott once again found himself being drawn in by her eyes. He'd never seen eyes shine with as much life as hers did.

"Hi there, doll. Lieb, ya gonna introduce us, or what?"

Liebgott rolled his eyes as Guarnere kissed Violet's knuckles, causing her to giggle. "Violet, this is Gonorrhea."

She stopped laughing and her eyes widened. "That's…not your real name, is it?"

Guarnere slapped Liebgott in the stomach with the back of his hand. "No, Lieb just likes to think he's funny. The name's Bill Guarnere."

When she heard his real last name she understood the joke, and nodded knowingly. "I see," she laughed, "I'm Violet Ryer."

"Oh, I know. Lieb hasn't shut up about ya since he got back from Jacobs's office." Guarnere smirked as Liebgott's smile slid from his face.

Violet blushed, giggling again. 'If you don't stop giggling, Violet, they're going to think you're six years old.' She scolded herself.

The men turned to look as the door to the barracks opened and a handsome redhead stepped in. The men saluted him, and she could hear that a few greeted him as Lieutenant Winters. Violet's heart sped up as she looked him over. He radiated with a strength she'd never encountered before, and it surprised her how attractive she found him to be.

Lt. Winters was about to address the troops when the door opened again, and Violet froze when she saw the face of the man walking in.

"Lewis" she whispered.

He looked up as if he had heard her, and when he caught her gaze his face turned a sickly pale color.

"Violet."