Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers, however, I do own the OC and the plot. I am aware that these are real men, and I respect them completely for what they have done. This is not meant to offend.
Plot: WintersxOC. A childhood friend of Lewis Nixon has bribed her way for entrance into the 101st Airborne Division, U.S. Army. She became fast friends with Richard Winters, and will follow both men to the end of the earth and back. Follow her accounts of what happened all the way from Normandy to Hitler's Eagle's Nest, alongside the men of Easy Company.
A/N: I thank captain ty, you are amazing and give me the motivation I need to write.
Emily turns sharply to glare at a soldier that had made a comment about her behind. She stomps right up to him, looking up and into his eyes.
"What was that, Private…" she looks down at his chest, then back up to his eyes, "Blake?" The Private's lips twitch in a smile as he tries not to laugh. He looks over her head, playing the part of innocent man.
"I was just noting your physical state, m'am." Emily glares at him a little more, then spins around and marches a few feet away.
"Private, you will refer to me the way you refer to the other officers around here; by 'sir'." Private Blake nods his head, eyes shimmering with laughter. Emily turns around, giving him a dangerous smile.
"Easy Company, thank Private Blake for your change in plans. Time to run Currahee, boys!" The men all groan, and Private Blake starts to look scared as he realizes how angry the rest of the men will be at him. The men all leave at a jog for their bunks, to strip into their PT gear. Emily smirks to herself, then turns around to see Winters walking towards her with a mysterious little smile.
"You are a cruel, cruel woman, Emily." She smiles up at him cheekily, earning a chuckle form Winters. She throws an arm around his waist, smiling as the men all come out to get ready for the run, all with angry expressions. Emily nods her head, and the men all take off to the mountain. Winters looks down at her with a confused expression.
"You aren't going?" Emily just smiles at him, dimples becoming quite noticeable. She lets go of his waist, and decides to play with one of his hands. Nixon walks over to them, followed by Harry Welsh, a new C.O. Nixon calls out to Winters.
"Hey, Dick, you got yourself a date?" Welsh and Emily both laugh, while Winters goes beet red. Winters closes his hand around Emily's as she hugs Nixon tightly, then Welsh.
"So, Harry, you get any mail from Kitty?" The two of them get into a detailed conversation, and Winters looks away from Emily to see Nixon staring at him. Nixon smirks devilishly.
"You and I have to have a talk, Dick." Winters looks surprised, then excuses himself and walks with Nixon.
"What is it, Nix?" Nixon looks at him slyly as he sits himself down on a wooden crate, with Winters standing in front of him.
"You have a thing for Em, don't you?" Winters flushes a deep scarlet, and looks away, brushing the thought aside.
"You read too much into things, Lew. Its nothing; really." Nixon looks like he doesn't believe him, and lights up a cigarette. Winters snorts in distaste.
"Lew, those things are going to kill you one day." Nixon looks up, then smiles suddenly. He hands the cigarette to Winters, to watch his best friend give him a horrified expression. He laughs boisterously, making Winters laugh right along with him. Winters stops laughing, and lets out a small gasp as he can feel a small hand slip into his. He looks over to see Emily smiling at him, and Nixon cocking an eyebrow. Nixon looks at Emily.
"Emily Hannah Devoy, what are you doing with my friend's hand?" Emily giggles, while Winters blushes. She lets go of Winters hand, and looks back at her men who are huffing on the ground, trying to regain their breath. Carwood Lipton walks over to her, face red with exhaustion. He salutes weakly, and Emily salutes back.
"Sir, the men were wondering if we could retire for refreshments, sir." Emily looks over his shoulder to the men, who are sunburnt and looking as if they are having troubles breathing.
"Fifteen minutes, Lipton." Lipton smiles, thanks her, then leaves to give the men the good news. Emily looks back to her friends, resting her head on Nixon's shoulder.
"So, Em, how's the Medic training going?" She shrugs in response, and tells him that its going well. He then asks her if her parents had sent her anything, and she laughs.
"They are trying to get me back by plea bargaining. Its really funny." Nixon bellows out a laugh.
"That's distasteful, Em. Your father is probably having a heart attack thinking of you in the Army." Emily smirks cheekily.
"That's why I told him I changed my mind and joined a kinky orgy-run, unregistered brothel." Nixon chokes on the cigarette that he was smoking, and Winters stares at her with wide eyes. Emily plucks Nixon's cigarette out of his hand, and takes a drag herself. She pats Winters on the cheek, then walks back to where her men are starting to rejoin for further training. Nixon looks at Winters, and Winters stares incuriously.
"What is wrong with her?" Nixon smiles, striking up another smoke, seeing as Emily stole his.
"She spent her whole life being my friend." Winter chortles, and Nixon smiles insolently. The two of them then leave for what they have to do, and Emily smiles as she remembers Winters' reaction to her holding his hand.
Review, please! This one was more of a 'get to know the characters' chapter, hope you liked it!
~R