Bloom Soldier AU

By: FunahoMisaki

(A/N: I own nothing and what if after 9/11 Bloom signed up for the army as soon as she hit 18? She was in the military special forces as soon as they learned of her fire and healing powers, constantly focusing on them and her physical combat…now…now she's at Alfea on a mission to learn more magic to help her country and her friends notice that she's…a bit…haunted and they aren't the only ones. AU OOC some Femslash some bashing.)

"Say a prayer for peace. For every fallen son. Set my spirit free. Let me lay down my gun. Sweet mother of Mary I'm so tired." Bloom sang softly the song that spoke to her more than anything as she finished toweling off her hair with a towel wrapped around her body.

Bloom walked over to her wardrobe, not even noticing her dormmates staring at her wide eyed as her mind replayed the mission she was given.

"Major Peters of the Special Forces reporting as ordered sir!" Bloom had said snapping off a perfect salute as she stood in front of her C.O. and several others.

"Good, early as usual. You're being sent to Alfea to learn more magic in case it's ever needed Major. You'll be acting like a civilian."

That was the gist of what he had said to her. That was her mission and she'd see it through. Those blasted terriorists had caused her father to die when he went to help those trapped in the Towers…her mother died of suicide two months later the day before Bloom got her acceptance into the Army. She'd kill them all. Anyone who threatened peace was her enemy.

"Bl-Bloom?" Stella questioned timidly as she stared at Bloom who was pulling on a shirt to get ready for class.

"Hm?" Bloom hummed curiously, not turning around as she finished pulling on the shirt and grabbed some hairbands to wear around her wrists just in case she needed to pull her hair back. She had defense class today after all, long hair wasn't good for a fight but it was necessary for her cover.

'It sure is a pain in the ass though.' Bloom thought as she tried to brush her hair which grew at an abnormal rate.

"Where did you get those scars?" Stella's question caused the reinforced metal hairbrush, perfect for clubbing someone in a pinch and keeping her cover by being an 'accessory for normal teenage girls' according to one of the women in the technology unit, in Blooms hand to be crushed in an instant.

The other girls yelped or jumped at the sound of the metal mangling and crushing under the petite girls brute strength.

"…Leave it alone. Don't ever bring those up again." Bloom said her voice quiet and her tone stern as she slowly released her grip on the misshapen hairbrush that clattered to the ground.

She would never tell them that she got those scars, and indeed most of the ones on her body, the one time she was caught and tortured. Those terrorists thought they could break her or turn her into their weapon…she was the only one who walked out of that base. She kept her powers at bay for a month, waiting patiently for her team to come and get her, until they finally made her temper snap. The base burned behind her, the smell of burning flesh and hair in her nose.

"It's in the past. Let it stay there." Bloom said after breathing deeply and gripping the desk in front of her tightly, making the magically reinforced wood creak and bend under her fingers, as she fought to stay in her right mind. Fought to stay in the present. She wasn't there anymore. She was safe. She was at Alfea.

Those men were dead, she had killed them all with her own two hands and her flames.

"Let's go. We have defense class." Bloom said after breathing deeply for a minute more and snapping her eyes open, when did she close them?, as she picked the brush up and put it on the desk.

"R-Right." Stella was honestly a little intimidated. Bloom hadn't seemed to have realized it but when she had been asked her magic had flared to life in a powerful angry red aura around her. It had been the strongest thing Stella had ever felt, and the pure unbridled heat had all of the girls sweating and they had been several yards away from her.

Bloom stayed silent as she followed the others to the classroom where Griselda was waiting to lead them out to the Quad for a practical lesson. The others watched her a little scared and more than a little concerned as she walked stiffly, crisply, as if she were a machine or something.

"Girls. Today will be a practical lesson. You all will be attacking me to see where you are in terms of attacking and defensive maneuvers." Griselda said as soon as she led them all out to the Quad, arching an eyebrow at how stiffly Bloom was standing. She looked like one of the Specialists when they were at attention almost.

Bloom's spine tingled as she heard the other girls question the teacher, she picked up on the hidden meaning. The woman never said magical attacking and defending. Instantly Bloom's military mind kicked in as she analyzed and took note of anything around them that would be useful as a barrier, a weapon, any of the girls powers that would be useful, and of Griselda herself.

Without another word Griselda shot a blast at the unprepared students who all shrieked or yelled as the dove for cover or tried to shield the spell. Bloom was already in motion as soon as she saw the magic blast however.

Diving to the left Bloom did a barrel roll and came up in a crouch as the other girls transformed and began flinging spells back at Griselda or defending themselves from more blasts.

The loud concussive blasts echoed in her ears, the sharp yells and shrieks sounding familiar and yet oh so different as dirt and dust kicked up. The flashes of the spells changing into the lights from gun barrels and cannons and the occasional missile.

In the middle of all the chaos as the other girls cried out in pain when they were hit and fell to the ground stunned or out cold Bloom crouched low with a small smile dancing on her lips.

It was time to lock and load, baby, get back in the fray. Join the party. Everything was back to normal as the scene shifted to a different scene of battle and a carnage of a different kind.

Bloom relaxed just a bit as her smile grew and her eyes became distant.

She was home.