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Note from author: I decided to continue - though I'm waiting for more inspirations. Comments are welcome. :) #CopDoc

The Valkyrie

Blood and Battle

by Rachel JW (aka Calisky3)

From that moment on, Lauren was quiet and wanted to be left alone. The great depth of how strong her desire was to hide her recent past only was the beginning. She was supposed to be strong, a soldier, a doctor, all these ideas created who Lauren thought she was supposed to be. In her heart she felt she didn't live up to a damn thing.

Days after Ethan's death, Lauren got word that she was going to be pulled from Afghanistan. It wasn't just a soldier's funeral ceremony at home, in their class A's with flags waving, and the casket being honorably held by the military's finest color guard that made Lauren reflect upon her life, it was loneliness she feared.

A known practice of the military, once a member of the same family departs in combat, especially siblings, the one to survive is brought home for a time away from danger. Tamsin thought this was a weird tradition, because in her customs, one never stops the fight, not for anyone, pain or love.

Lauren had served long enough to know that there weren't spoils of war. She could have made a career out of this strategic mess, but the constant blood shed was killing her spirit. And the death of Ethan was last catalysts Lauren could not bear.

Lauren felt more alone in her life than ever. She didn't want to face her family knowing she failed herself and the one person who never judged her, never questioned who she was. She missed Ethan now.

Tamsin came and went from Lauren's camp for the next few days randomly trying to explain it to herself why she needed to drop by. A pull was bringing Tamsin to her. There was something special about this human. It wasn't because of doctor Lewis was brilliant, beautiful, and had an angelic presence. No, that wasn't only it.

A Valkyrie has an ability to see into someone's near future, it's not one of their strongest abilities. Usually it's just to see ones death in battle. Somehow Lauren was to be linked to the Fae and it wasn't by means of Tasmin, at least she didn't think. But she could feel it.

It was Lauren's last night on the camp. She had bid farewell to her comrades who hated to see her go. Lauren finished packing the small amount she brought with her in her green bag. Her cot seemed lonely somehow.

A sigh passed Lauren's lips and a presence was far into a clearing from her.

Something tugged at Tamsin's chest every time she thought of Doctor Lewis. She couldn't shake the feeling of the last few days. Tasmin had tried to explain it away, but she wasn't much for annoying personal banter. "Fuck it," Tamsin made her way to where she thought Lauren might be.

Lauren found a quiet place, far from the rest of her crew in a tent with empty crates. Lauren sat on one and gazed off into black outside the opening. A hanging makeshift light turned on above Lauren as she sat in silence. It wasn't long before Tamsin made her way into the tent after the doctor.

Lauren was sulking looking at the floor blankly... Lauren thought she heard someone and glanced up to empty space. Tamsin was looking at her with thoughtful eyes not that's she'd ever admit to it.

Lauren bowed her head again and looked at the floor. Another sound and this time Lauren stood up slowly and took a step in Tamsin's direction but stopped staring quizzically forward. A few strands of Lauren's hair were coming undone falling into her face. She looked beautifully unraveled Tamsin noticed.

Tamsin looked around. This doctor was more than she let on if she knew Tasmin was there. Maybe the war heightened her senses, but one thing was for certain, Afghanistan did not smell of roses or a woman's perfume. Something beautiful was there and Lauren knew better than to believe anything beautiful was in this desert.