A/N: So I had this idea because I felt a great character like Miles deserved someone, please review if you want me to continue. enjoy :)
It was a quiet night. Only the whistling wind and faint blasts from far away could be heard. The ground was hard and the grass crisp with frost. A thick fog hung in the air so much so if you sucked in you could feel the water in it. Not that you'd want to. Although the winter night should be cool and fresh the smell of blood, infection and mud invaded these fields, the same fields in which a young captain placed a golf ball.
The club he held aloft made a wail as it cut downwards slicing through the air and then hit home with a bang. The ball shot through the air never to be seen again.
"Nice shot," said a familiar voice behind him. He spun around to see Kitty. She sat on a fold down chair still in uniform but her apron removed. She was smoking. He remembered the first time he'd seen her like that; it was nearly 6 months ago now.
"Ah, Miss Trevelyan, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he shot her his most charming smile, "Decided to leave that grumpy bastard and run away with me instead?" she raised her eyebrows and silently handed him a cigarette which he took.
"I'll take that as a no, shame I could've had us in Switzerland by Friday." She continued to stare at him for a minute before saying,
"You know if Tom did think you were trying to steal me from him, he'd have your head." She showed a small proud smile now and Miles sighed.
"Alas, I shall have to find someone new to practice my charm on,"
"Might I suggest Flora?" she said joking
"Too easy." He said shaking his head.
"Then Rosalie?" they both laughed at that. It was nice, Miles thought, that they could be friends like this, laughing and joking together. When he had first discovered Tom and Kitty's relationship he hadn't known how to act around her. With Tom things had stayed the same besides his greatly improved mood.
Over time he and Kitty had returned to their previous friendship though perhaps it was stronger. He remained the only party with knowledge of their relationship.
They returned to silence for a few more minutes, her sat down neatly and him slumped casually in the chair next to hers. Both still smoking. Eventually he broke the silence.
"So how are things?" Kitty looked at him briefly but then turned away sharply.
"Trouble in paradise?" Miles asked trying to make light of whatever it was though leaning forwards intrigued.
"I'd hardly call this paradise," she snapped back. Miles fell back against his chair, he'd learnt from experience not to pry into her business. She would tell him if and when she wanted to. If you tried to dig into her feelings she would bury them deeper. After a few more minutes in the uneasy silence Kitty looked up at him biting her lip.
"He won't write home. I ask him why and he says nothing, in fact I know nothing at all of his family." Miles rubbed his forehead and gave her an understanding look.
"My dear Kitty let me tell you something. In all the time I've known him, which is a fair bit longer than you have mind, Tom has never written home. Me and you, Kitty, are the two people who really know him here and yet I know nothing of his family either. Don't think on it." Kitty smiled weakly clearly thinking.
"I just don't understand, he knows everything about my past now, Elliot, Sylvie. And yet he's a closed book to me." She looked down at her lap. "His parents aren't they worried, what if something happened to him? And they never knew, how would they feel then?" Tears were appearing in her eyes now. The Captain put a hand on her shoulder as he stood up.
"Every month he sends half his wages away, a quarter to England, his parents I assume and a quarter somewhere else, I don't know where. No message, just a signed card. He doesn't like to talk about it, but if he'll talk to anyone it'll be you."
"Thank you Miles," She put out her cigarette and walked away. For the first time in his life he felt a pang of jealousy towards his friend. Not because he wanted Kitty, in truth he never really wanted her specifically, it was more she intrigued him. Now he could see the obvious chemistry between them and was happy to have been confided in. No this feeling came from a place of loneliness. It had never really mattered to him to settle down with a woman, he'd always liked to play the field, be dashing and flirty. But now seeing Tom's face light up just if Kitty walked by or him paying total concentration to a conversation just if her name was mentioned, made him feel a desperate need for companionship.
Only he'd never met anyone he'd even remotely considered settling down with. Accept maybe Kitty once but seeing her with Tom made him see they were made for each other. In truth she should never have married Elliot. Then again had she not he and Tom may have never met her. She was best as a friend anyway. But he did make himself a deal that winter.
Once this blasted war is over I'll find myself someone, someone that I'll want to stay with for the rest of my life.