Authors Note: Ok, here is it, a shameless filthy fluffy one-shot. I hadn't written one in so long I had to do one. But there is a plot. After reading Black Hawk Down, and about the man the character that Sanderson was based on, I've decided to do this. Mind you that man did not go to OCS, and he's retired from the Army, so this here is my creativeness, but his personality was utterly great. He's my hero, too bad he's married. So enjoy, but not too much, and review as much as you like!

Thursday Night.

The swamps of Louisiana.

The sound of fans filled the hot and humid summer night as a cell phone that woke the widowed Diana Gibson up. It was between night and day and pitch black out. Occasionally the sound of North American Alligators would be heard over the fans.

It was the theme from Beverly Hills Cop.

It was Sanderson.

Exhausted and sweaty she rolled over on the worm and lumpy mattress that once belonged to her husband in his youth. Her hand bumped around till it found the noisy phone. She opened it and put it against her ear, yawning, "Yeah?"

"I woke you up."

She pushed the dark hair that was plastered to her face and neck with sweat away, "Sleep is for the weak. What's going on?"

There was a pause.

Hesitation.

"How are the kids?"

She opened her eyes and kicked the paper-thin sheet off but didn't sit up. "Momma G is overfeeding and spoiling them all. What's going on? You sound depressed, are you not being stimulated enough?"

She heard him laugh softly and let the fans blow air on her, feeling like a beached whale in the heat.

He wasn't far. The Officer Candidate School was only a couple states away. But he sounded as if he were millions of miles away. He sounded utterly destitute, miserable.

"I haven't been stimulated since I got here. The PT is a joke. The classes are…amusing. The food sucks and I had to get a haircut" Send me into combat any day were his unspoken words. He was back in the regular Army and the assimilation was hard. Not to mention no one else had the experience he did, or any sort of clue. Most were half his age or fresh from college.

"Have your fellow Green beans taken you to see the local talent?"

He couldn't even joke, he was that miserable.

"Diana…I…I don't know. Maybe I'm not officer material. This place is pissing me off more then anything." There was a pause and whatever he was going to say died on his lips. She propped herself up on one elbow in the dark of the room. Sweat already collecting between her cheek and the phone.

"Why don't I drive over tomorrow?"

He snorted, "I'm in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere. What are you guys going to do? There is nothing for the kids to do here. There's not even a Wal-Mart."

It took ever last ounce of willpower, and the fact that she was sleepy helped her from snapping at him and his testy mood. The man was obviously bored, frustrated, and miserable. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes as best she could she quickly calculated the time it would take to drive and inquired, "Can you get off quarters for the weekend?"

There was a pause.

She then told him, "I'll drive over tonight and will be there in the afternoon or so. Get us a hotel room and get off quarters."

"Ok."

She closed the phone and lay back down on the lumpy mattress. Blowing out her breath in a rush. A noise got her attention and she rolled her head to the side seeing Momma G. "What's wrong chil? I heard da phone."

Diana nodded, "Jeff's having second thoughts about being an officer. I'm gonna drive out and spend the weekend with him. Will you be ok with all our kids?"

The voluptuous woman waved off her question.

She then set her hands on her hips, "I better go pack you some food. An Jeff some too, they prob'ly ain't been feedin him correctly."

"Probably not," Diana agreed.

Meanwhile…

A few hundred miles away, Army Officer Candidate School.

In the darkness of the common area Jeff hung up the pay phone. A soft sigh came from him as he leant against the wall and wished more then anything else he hadn't been granted a Special Circumstance Pass for the school. He was well aware the only reason he was in the course was his previous work. He thought he had wanted to be an officer. But he was miserable. Not because the classes were difficult, they weren't. The PT was a breeze and he'd been off quarters for the duration of his time.

The regular Army pissed him off.

Not only did he have to get a haircut and start wearing a uniform, and addressing people by rank: the little robotic candidates like himself were really getting annoying. Only one or two had a real thought in their head, and didn't have their lips permanently attached to someone's higher-ranking butt. Then there were the ones who wanted careers within the Pentagon, forget leading and combat. Those were his favorite. The ones with absolutely no experience but apparently knew everything.

His fingers danced over the black phone. He really didn't want to go back to his room. As the highest-ranking NCO he had no roommate. Along with the fact the commanding officer of the school was a friend and knew what unit he had come from.

The others were starting to figure out that he wasn't in the Army Corps of Engineers. Since he was the size of a professional football player. Outscored all of them at PT. Had quite a collection of battle scars. And was nothing like the real NCO from the Army Corps of Engineers that was in the program. No one was brave enough to ask him what he did just yet though.

He glanced down at his watch.

03:25.

There was plenty of time to get in a brisk ten-mile run and trip to the gym for some weight training before the PT began at 05:30. He wanted to get his leg back to full strength and the PT alone wasn't going to be enough. He could sneak out and back in with plenty of time to spare, he might even have time for a nice long shower.