A/N: I do not own Carmilla or the Characters! Just the plot! I also don't know much about the Navy, although I am doing research. So please, do not hurt me if I offended anybody. I don't exactly know if I'll continue this story, but if you guys like it I totally will. Anyway, you probably are bored of my rambling so yeah, thanks for reading! Have a lovely day! xD

Laura Hollis was an angel. At least-that's the best Carmilla had come up with. Not only was Laura absolutely gorgeous, with her chestnut hair and speckled brown eyes, but she was adorable with how she acted around her father as well. She offered to help him set the table, before kissing his forehead and taking a seat across from Carmilla. She smelled like tanning lotion and the ocean. Which may have sounded a bit odd to anyone else but Carmilla's nose was trained to that smell. The smell of water. And even though Carmilla hadn't gotten in the water since...the accident. She still loved the smell. Especially, on Laura.

"So," Mr. Hollis said cutting into the chicken in front of him, "Laura, hon, how was Panama?" Laura's whole face lit up and she squealed with excitement,

"Oh my god, Dad, it was so amazing." Carmilla smiled a bit at the huge grin on the father and daughter's face. She wondered what it was like to have a good relationship with her parents. She quickly pushed that thought away, when Mr. Hollis said her name,

"I think Carmilla's brother Wilbert was telling me Carmilla was in the Army down there for awhile." The older man explained. Laura looked over at Carmilla in awe. Instinctively, Carmilla's leg bounced, and her hand wrapped around the dog tag around her neck.

"Um," She nervously cleared her throat. It was not the time too have a panic attack, "Navy-actually sir. I was-uhem-I was a Navy Seal." The farmer nodded, slowly chewing his food.

"And we thank you for your service." He finally said. The words had come to mean nothing. Sure, it was nice when you were still at the Camp. Maybe even a couple months after that. But eventually the thanks was slurred and empty. As if people only said it because they saw Carmilla as some...hero. She didn't want this. Looking around her, she felt like she was drowning again. Her chest tightened, and she closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Excuse me," She winced, quickly dismissing herself too the front porch.

"Stay with me, come one Karnstein!"

"Breath," Carmilla said, doubling over.

"She's lost a lot of blood."

"Breath, dammit!" She gasped, vaguely registering the screen door behind her slam. She closed her eyes.

"Get down! They're shooting!"

"You're ok." A soothing voice said beside Carmilla. The voice muffled like she was under water.

"You have to stay out here, m'am. I'm sorry,"

"Like hell I am! She's my partner!"

"You're not in danger here. Here, look let's lay down. You can lay down and see the clear sky." The voice said again. Nobody touched her. But she lay down on her back, immediately her thoughts cleared. She could see the sky. The clear, bright sky. She wasn't trapped. She wasn't at war. She was safe.

"Dr. Perry-the bullet went straight through,"

"Good, you hear that Karnstein, everything's gonna be fi-,"

"Do you feel better?" The calming voice asked. Carmilla slowly turned her head too see Laura. God, she was breathtaking. Carmilla noted she had green in her eyes. Not much, but it was still there.

"Yeah," Carmilla said, shakily. Laura gave her a warm smile.

"Sorry about my dad. He-he puts his foot in his mouth a lot," For a moment, they lay there. Carmilla was captivated by Laura's beauty.

"How did you know," Carmilla breathed. Laura's smile dropped, and she figited a little. She looked back up toward the sky. A sigh escaping her lips. Her perfect lips.

"My mom used to get them. She would always reminder herself-she wasn't in danger. Then she'd lay on the ground outside. Out by the big weeping willow. It calmed her down, so I hoped it would help you too." She looked back at the darker haired girl.

"It did." Carmilla simply stated staring as clouds passed by them. If there's one thing she learned from being in the Navy, it was not to pry into someone else's past. She then turned her eyes to catch Laura's. Dark brown gazed fixatedly at honey ones, "Thanks, Cupcake." Laura smiled at the nickname, before sitting up.

"We best go help my dad with the dishes. Before he breaks something."

It was enjoyable. As much as Carmilla didn't want to admit it. She liked being around Laura and Mr. Hollis. After helping wash dishes, Mr. Hollis immediately had another task for Carmilla to do (That is, after checking if she was ok). But this time Carmilla couldn't really care. Her thoughts were shrouded by tanning lotion and Panama, which brought a 5'3 angel, right to her. The next day she would have to go see Dr. Lafontaine, like she promised Will. But all of a sudden, she was really excited to get back to work.