Hey! Sparky here! I know, I know. What the hell? She's updating a new story again? But what can I say? At the moment my favourite series has hot to be Band of Brothers and the Pacific. Especially (in Band of Brothers) the amazing man, Eugene Roe, Babe Heffron, Nixon, Winters... Oo! Anyone in it! They are all amazing! But I must say that Roe and Speirs (the ultimate badass) are my top, top favourties. But they all are really... ANYWHO! I am rambling! Quick disclaimer and off we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers. I do however own a fountain pen, my Ma's old typewriter and everything to do with Band of Brothers. This story is based on the actors portrayal of the men and I mean no offense. These men deserved to be remembered.

Also, just quickly, I doubt this is perfect so let me know if you spot any! Reviews make my day! And, just coz I can ask... does anyone know if Speirs had any siblings? I've looked all over the interweb but I can't find anything...

She could feel the rough fingers on her shoulder but she ignored them.

She had to save him.

"He's gone," the voice whispered.

"No," she gasped, her hands stained with red. Her head hung low as she saw the blank crystal orbs staring back at her. The life gone from them. Stolen. Taken against their will.

She wanted the solitude of home. But home was not a luxury allowed in war. She was not allowed to feel the sun on her face. She was not allowed to feel the wind playing with her hair. She was not allowed to feel the caress of a lover's touch. None of them were.

She felt she did not deserve the Red Cross on her arm. The sign of hope. Roe deserved it, with his sweet accent. He was the healer, not her. She didn't even know how she got into that mess. She was just a small town girl looking for an adventure. Adventure. It seemed so overrated from where she was. She was lured in stupidly by the posters at home, their bright, cheerful colours tricking her into the false sense of security. They all were.

Easy Company –with whom she served- were her boys, her family, her rock. Especially Doctor Eugene Roe, the Cajun accented medic, although the quietest of the group of paratroopers, was the most understanding of our situation. They helped the wounded. The others didn't know what it felt like when the man you were supposed to be helping died.

She groaned as a gut-retching cough shook her now thin frame. She paled even more when she felt the coughing cause a dry gag, so she forced herself to stop the chesty coughs.

"You should get that looked at," Babe Heffron told her.

She merely shrugged, "Gene don't need to be worried by me about a cold that means nothing."

"'Gene'?" the young man asked.

"Yes?" The medic asked and the woman tried to make herself disappear.

"Betty's sick."

"I'm fine!" she protested. But the coughing betrayed her.

"No, you're not!" Babe yelled at her causing several heads to appear out of their foxholes and look around to try and locate the source of the outburst.

"Come on, let me have a look at you. The last thing we want is you gettin' hypothermia."

"No!" she protested once again, but her cries fell short when Doc Roe climbed into the foxhole she was in.

"Come here," he commanded and she slowly moved over to him.

"I am so sorry," he stated before he slowly undid a button at the top of her jacket, "my hands are cold, just so you are warned…" he said as he undid a few more buttons. Betty stiffened as Babe and a few others watched as Roe lowered his head to her chest. "Breathe normally, woman."

Said woman paled as she let out a frail, "I am." Doc looked up to her and noticed the desperate look in her eyes as she willed her heart to slow down to it's normal pace. Betty blushed.

Eugene Roe seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing, "sorry." His head snapped up from her chest and Betty paled again at the sudden lack of heat in her chest.

"It's fine," she whispered quietly. Doc Roe let a small amount of red colour his cheeks, although it was hardly detectable in the cold. Betty buttoned her jacket back up and huddled into the Easy Company medic for warmth. The medic, unsure of the sudden attention, simply sat still for a moment, before placing his arms around her thin frame gently. Babe smiled at the pair, as did the others. If they weren't the most stubborn people in the company, they would say they had feelings for one another.

"You sweet on the Doc?" George Luz asked her as her and some of the men sat huddled in a circle with 'food'.

Betty shrugged and she blushed as the soldiers sitting with them watched her.

"You are!" Babe exclaimed.

"Am not," she shot back.

"No point trying to deny it. The entire company knows," smirked Buck as he walked by.

"Shit," she mumbled, then spoke up louder, "what about Dog? Does dog know?" She dreaded the thought of her brother knowing about her feelings.

"Unfortunately not," Malarkey whispered.

"Hey!" Betty shot him a half-hearted glare.

"Does Dog know what?" Speirs asked from behind them.

"Nothing!" she said hastily.

"Come on, Betty," he gave one of his half smiles, "what would Ma say? You keeping secrets from me like that?"

"Shut it Ron," she snapped before muttering a small, "lucky bastard."

"I heard that!" he said as he walked away, before he turned around and looked at Babe, "Heffron, what doesn't Dog Company know?"

"Uh…" he gulped at Betty's death stare, before looking back at his C.O, "Betty's sweet on Doc Roe, Sir."

Speirs gave one of his half smirks, "thanks, Heffron," and walked off, "Roe," he mumbled as the medic passed him.

"Sir," the medic from Louisiana paused for a moment before continuing towards Betty, "you got any mawfeen?" he asked.

"No," she told him, "I'm short on scissors too, before you ask. Can you find me a pair?"
He nodded, a slight blush making it's way onto his cheeks, "I'll find you some sizzuhs, Betty."

Betty smiled a little as Roe walked away. "Jesus Christ," she mumbled, "what the hell have I got myself into?"