I don't own this show and I mean no disrespect to the real Richard Winters or Lewis Nixon, I only pay homage to the foxy Damian Lewis and sexy Ron Livinston who managed to convince of me total gayness.


Nixon realized sometime ago that Winters is an oxymoron. A contradiction of sorts. It's kind of embarrassing that he hadn't realized it until now, but considering that he spends half his time knees deep in Vat 69 and the other half fighting off particularly mean hangovers, he can understand why the light bulb never went off, why he never completely understood.

And there was the whole war thing going on too that distracted him, although he likes to pretend he was never a part of that. Too painful. Drinking and swearing and falling down in drunken stupor, that's easier, it wards the demons off for just a little while longer.

But how funny is it that Winters, Nixon's own little personal orb of sunlight, the one warm thing he ever accepted and embraced, is named after the coldest part of the year. The part of year that Nixon both hates and loves.

He's spent a lot of time being cold, Bastogne and the times when he forgot to pay the electric bills, and it's always helped that he was a creature of the cold, never spending much time outside during the spring and summer, instead electing to drink more booze, but Winters, with his vibrant red hair and his tan, freckled face, reminded him why the warmth is good. Why everyone needs a little sun, a little red.

And one night in mid January he dreamed that he was burning. The flames that engulfed him licked his body and yet all he felt was satisfied. After so long he was finally okay,all he felt was peace. This was where he was supposed to be his whole life, he never did play with fire much as a child. He took a strange comfort in the color of the flames, reaching out to touch and stroke them, as they were the same shade of red as the warmest cold man's hair. And then the the fire was gone and all he felt was a burn in this throat and an ache in his heart.

Even though the war was over, the fighting still waged on.


Hi, I'm sort of back. I haven't written in a long time and I kind of missed it. Winters/Nixon for the win! I might write another story soon but no promises. Read and Review