A/N Newkirk may be a proud, insufferable prat most of the time, but sometimes he does things that are so sweet! Example #1: the episode Gowns by Yvette. We all know who the real artist was :) He sews a freakin' wedding dress for LeBeau in just a few days!
Newkirk cursed again as the needle jabbed his finger. He stuck it in his mouth, sucking. Kinch watched with amused interest. "How much longer is it going to take you finish this one hem?"
He received a heated glare. "I'd like to see you try it, mate." Newkirk stabbed the needle into the white cloth with gusto. "In fact, I'd like to see anyone but me sew something. You would think I'm the only ruddy person in camp who could do it."
Kinch smiled. "But you're just the best."
"That doesn't make up for the strain on me talents." Newkirk groused. Kinch laughed and gave him a good-natured pat on the back. The Englishman watched as Kinch left the room. He strained his head, watching Kinch walk around the corner. As soon as he disappeared, Newkirk's body sagged. He rested his head on the edge of the table, eyes heavy.
Newkirk sat there for a few minutes, getting as much rest as he could. He knew that the Colonel's plan would work; they always did. But still, it would be nice for someone remember that he wasn't completely invincible. A haze grew on the edge of his sight, so he pinched himself to keep it away. There were still two wedding dresses to finish sewing before tonight.