Author's Note: This is just a random idea that won't get out of my head. I'm not sure how far I'll take this, and as of now it has no actual plot to it. Other than I know how it starts and how it reflects upon the episodes, but that's about all. So bear with me on this and please review. Also, I don't remember exact lines from the movie, so I'm sorry in advance if I get things wrong such as first platoon went where second was supposed to go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers. The men from Easy Company own themselves and anyone else you know or recognize aren't mine. Colette and her family are creations of my imagination. Please use your own and don't steal my characters.

Dedication: To the men and women who serve our country each and everyday. Thank you and God bless.

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Prologue

Carentan, France

1944

Colette licked her bloodied lip as she rested her aching head against the wall behind her. The room the men had left her in had a small window above a dresser and wash basin and no others. A small bed was tucked into one corner and a writing table with books stacked upon it in the other. The faded light blue blanket on the bed was the only color in the room except for the faint mint green wall paper around the molding of the ceiling.

She wasn't sure how long it had been since the German's had left her in the room. A few minutes, an hour. Nearly a day. The sun had been behind the trees on the edge of town when she and Iris had been found. Now it was high above the houses, which meant it had to be near mid day at least. Colette wondered where her younger sister was in the house. She hoped desperately that Iris hadn't broken under the stares of the cold Germans or decided to mouth off and possibly get herself killed.

Iris was the youngest of three children, which meant she quickly learned how to make the most chaos without getting caught and blaming it on someone else. When she was younger no one had thought much of it, but as Iris got older, she decided to use it to her best advantage. Most of the time it would result in something being stolen and Luc or Colette covering for her and saving her butt. Of course, their parents knew nothing of the trouble their daughter got into either, it would be them both to shame in the blink of an eye.

But it wasn't that part that made Colette so nervous. Iris always seemed to think she was invincible to the world. That nothing could touch her. Sometimes it made her reckless and uncaring of what the consequences could be. It was something that their parents had always been worried about. When you feel invincible then you start to stop being afraid of being hurt, because you don't think you can. Iris hadn't quite learned that she was human and could be hurt in one way or another. Collete just hoped that she figured it out before it was too late.

Everything depended on neither of them speaking to the Germans. Colette wasn't quite sure about her sister, but if she started talking, Colette was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop. And her family depended on her silence. But after everything that had happened since the beginning of the retched war, Colette was nearing her breaking point.

Too many of her friends had been killed in the bombings. Too many of her friends had gone off to fight for a cause they didn't believe in, but went to save their families. Colette had seen too many dead bodies stacked on the side of the road not to care. A person would have to be severely cold hearted not to care about all the people killed. To not notice the crying children of the streets as they found themselves alone without parents. Or the blank eyed widows of the soldiers when they learned they were left alone to raise their family without their partner. No one could ignore those people, or the way the world was becoming.

Except for the Germans.

The Germans were the cause of all the pain and suffering that had spread across Europe like a plague. A disease that couldn't be cured. All because one man didn't like a person for their looks. It was amazing how one man could have so much hate for a race of people that he would go to war just to exterminate them like fleas or tics. It was disgusting how he he did it.

But Colette could do nothing about a man who was in a whole different country. All she could do was pray that she could keep the promises she made and hope that she and her family made it through the war unscathed.

The door opened with a bang and knocked against the wall. Colette jumped and pulled her legs to her protectively as two German soldiers came towards her. She knew that any attempts to flee would just result in herself being harmed. She had figured that out the hurtfully hard way that morning when the troops had raided her home just outside the town. Her split lip and sprained wrist were proof of it.

She stumbled a bit as the two men let her roughly down the stairs and into the living room of the occupied home. A small group of about half a dozen soldiers stood around the room. Each had guns hung from their shoulders and Colette could see a few had Lugers strapped to their belts. As Colette and the two soldiers walked into the room, Colette felt everyone's eyes on her immediately.

A chair had been placed in the center of the room and with dread Colette felt herself being sat into it. The group of Germans closed in around her and Colette felt like a rabbit with a pack of wolves. Not much of a reassuring thought.

Deep down Colette wanted nothing more than being able to blame her younger brother for what was happening. If only Lucas had been able to keep to himself. To stay out of trouble while being a soldier. None of this would be happening if he had done what he was ordered. But Lucas had never been one for staying out of trouble or following orders of any kind. It was just who he was and Colette couldn't blame him for staying true to himself in a time where everyone else was being pressured into believing things they didn't in fear of death.

But as one of the Germans walked towards her and knelt down at eye level with her, a glint in his eye, Colette blamed Luc for everything.