A/N Hello, my follower thank you for reading my story, I really appreciate it. And to the guest who posted that really nice review, thank you, I try my best to write this, but your comment made my day. :) Anyway, I'm sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter, I've had family in for the holidays, I've been studying for a test, I've had a cold and I'm getting ready to take drivers ED and join ROTC and I'm writing a real book. My life is a little crazy right now, so bear with me. P.S. You know how this is a Liebgott/OC fanfiction? That's only the romance part of it, who do you think should be Taylor's best friends? Let me know and I will use whoever you choose. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own BoB, if I did I would not be writing this fanfiction right now. This fanfiction is based off the characters in the HBO TV series not the real men, and I have nothing against the real men of Easy Company.

P.S.S. Rest in Peace Edward J. "Babe" Heffron, you will be missed. Sleep well, soldier. (Man, I almost cried just writing that. :(

Me and Doc walked into a large building that they called the Aid Station, there were sick and wounded people and soldiers all around me, it almost disgusted me. What could bring someone to do this to people? I tried to keep my eyes on Doc and follow him. We eventually reached a room in the back of the building, there were shelves with medical supplies on them and there was also a small wooden desk in the corner of the room. I watched as Doc grabbed some items off of a tall shelve and throw them into a basket at his left. I wondered why he was packing up, but I decided to keep it to myself for now. Doc reached over towards the basket after throwing some bandages into them and handed the basket to me. I gladly took it from him as he walked back over to a taller shelf pulling more supplies off and throwing them into a basket. I decided I should try to do something to break the awkward silence between us. I cleared my throat loudly, but Doc only looked over his shoulder slightly and went back to his work. Well, that didn't work. I sighed and looked down into the basket I was holding. Well, I guess I could see what a medic carries around. I looked around and saw a small table in the corner behind me, I turned around and sat down in the small wooden chair, placing the basket in the center of the table, starting to look through it, this got Doc's attention.

"What ya' doin'?" He asked softly as I looked up at him, "You know, just curious as to what a field medic carries around the field," Doc nodded and starting putting things in his basket again. I sighed lightly and went back to looking around. There had to be something to say to him, he was so awkward and quiet, what should I say to him? I sighed once again and a thought finally popped into my head. I looked up at Doc who was grabbing another basket, "I never caught your name."

Doc went still for a second, but he eventually went back to throwing things around, "It's Eugene," I could feel a smile making it's way onto my face and I nodded, "I'm Taylor," I said looking back down at the basket in front of me, "Got any brothers or sisters?" I asked suddenly and Eugene tensed once again, "No, no brothers or sisters."

I nodded and pursed my lips feeling, once again, awkward, "What about you miss...?" He trailed off looking for a last name which I answered with, "Jackson," I stated, Eugene nodded, "Ya' got any brothers or sisters?" He asked kindly. "Yeah, I had one, his name was Johnathan, he was kind and funny and made me feel good when something bad happened."

Eugene looked over at me sadly, "What happened to 'im?" I looked down sadly as I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes, "He uh, enlisted in the Airborne regiment," I reached up and wiped tears from my eyes, "He sent me a letter and it said that he had been seriously wounded and that he probably wasn't going to make it back to the states, he told me he loved me and that he hoped I would never forget him," I tried pushing the tears back, but they just kept flowing, "I haven't."

Eugene walked over to me and put a hand on my back awkwardly, "It's alright," He said, I looked up at him sadly, tears still flowing down my cheeks, "I see him every night before I close my eyes, I see his face, bloody and scarred, I don't know what to do," Eugene softly rubbed my back, this was awkward, "It's all right," I looked up at him, tears still flowing don my cheeks like a restless waterfall.

"Are yo' havin' night terrors?" He asked in his strange accent, I nodded lightly as I looked down at my hands that were resting on the table in front of me, "Yeah, but I'm fine, I'm fine. I just can't get rid of his face, it's fine though," Eugene nodded and took his hand off my back, "Are yo' sure you're alright?" He said after a few moments of silence, I thought he had let it go, but he was still standing above me asking me questions. I nodded at his question as I reached up and wiped my face of tears, "Yeah, it's fine, sorry for crying on you, I'm such a baby."

Eugene shook his head and smiled shyly, "No you're not," I smiled lightly at that and went back to searching through the basket, trying to get off the subject. I could feel Eugene's stare upon me, this was even more awkward, luckily though he eventually went back to throwing things in his basket. It was quiet once again so I decided to ask some more questions, "So, where you from, Eugene?"

He didn't tense up this time he just kept throwing things into his basket, he eventually answered, "Louisiana," I pursed my lips and nodded, so that's where the accent came from, "I'm half Cajun on my mothers side," He said, I went back to the basket in front of me, "I'm from Philadelphia," I stated, I heard a chuckle and I looked up and saw Eugene chuckling lightly. What was wrong with him?

"What?" I asked, but I winced when I heard how snappy it sounded, but Eugene didn't seem to notice, "Don't tell Guarnere or Heffron that," He said as he grabbed something off a shelf, I threw him a weird look, "Why? They got something against 'ol Philly?" I asked crossing my arms, but Eugene shook his head, "No, they're from Philadelphia," I smiled lightly uncrossing my arms, "They love it there, they talk about it all the time, well they talk mostly about the Phillies, but..." He trailed off.

I smiled brightly and went back to the basket and there was another silence between the two of us. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just named off things in the basket out loud, "Morphine, plasma, bandages, syringes, Paracetamol..." Eugene looked over his shoulder at me slightly and then took out another basket, "Do yo' know what any of that stuff does?" He asked softly and I looked up at him, stopping what I was doing.

I shrugged, "Yeah, sure I do, Morphine treats acute and chronic severe pain, plasma is a substitute for whole blood and Paracetamol is like Tylenol," I said quietly, Eugene nodded, "Are yo' a doctor or somethin'?" He asked and I nodded, "I was going to medical school before this whole thing started up," I missed that, but I had to leave because Spencer had a job to do and I had to watch David and Terry.

I wonder where Spencer and Terry are? If they're still alive? I started putting everything that I had pulled out back into the basket, all the pain killers and bandages. After that was done Eugene placed another basket in front of me, I looked down at it as Eugene picked up two baskets and jutted his head towards the door. I looked up at him and then back down at the two baskets before me. I stood up and stacked the two baskets, picking them up I followed Eugene out the door. We walked through the large building, I saw soldiers bringing wounded in, some of the wounded were wearing blood soaked bandages and some were missing limbs, I winced when I saw a man holding his side, blood seeping through his fingers. I focused on what was in front of me and followed Eugene throughout the building. We passed more and more wounded men, I felt tears come to my eyes when I heard a man calling for his mother, but I tried focusing on Eugene. We eventually got out of the building and out into the light, I looked around and saw jeeps being driven around carrying several soldiers. I looked forward and saw Eugene had stopped and checked a wounded soldier on the back of a passing by jeep, he then looked back at the driver and waved him off, as the jeep passed I jogged up to Eugene as a thought popped into the back of my head.

"Eugene?" He looked over his shoulder at me, "Yeah?" I looked down at my feet sadly, "You know the wounded guy I came in with earlier? Is he okay?" I asked softly, Eugene looked over his shoulder once more, "Yeah, he's alright, yo' wanna see 'im?" I smiled softly and nodded, "Yeah, that'd be great," We both walked for a few moments when we finally reached a jeep with supplies on the back of it, we set the baskets down as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around sharply and saw a young red-headed man, smiling sheepishly at me.

"Whoa, you're a girl!" I smiled and rolled my eyes, "Yep, that I am," He blushed a light crimson and held out his hand, "I'm Donald Malarkey," I smiled at him and glanced down at his hand, "I'm Taylor Jackson, pleased to meet you," I said as I shook his hand, "Hey, Malarkey," Donald looked over at Eugene as he released my hand, "Yeah, Doc?" Eugene jutted his head in my direction, "Why don't yo' take miss Jackson here to the Aid Station, she needs to see a friend," Donald nodded his head and turned back to me. I watched as Eugene hopped onto the back of the jeep and started helping with the packing.

Donald offered me his arm and shot me a loving smile, "Shall we?" I giggled at his attempt to be a gentleman as I accepted his offer, we then started walking in the direction of the Aid Station. Me and Donald talked for a bit on the way, he seemed nice, I like him. We eventually got back to the Aid Station where me and Eugene previously were, Donald directed me in the direction of where Muller might be and I waved him off, after he left I started walking towards the wounded soldiers. I looked all around at all the men as I passed by, some of them would reach out and tug on my sleeve and I would pat their hands reassuringly. I eventually came up to a man, a medic, standing next to a cot, wrapping a bandage around a mans hand. I walked up to him slowly and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir?" I said politely as he turned around to face me, he smiled when he saw my face, "How may I help you ma'am?" Was everyone around here a gentleman? "I'm looking for a friend, his name's Muller," The man wiped his hands with a towel, frowning, "You're going to have to be more specific than that ma'am, we get a lot of soldiers in here," I looked down at my feet nervously, "He's German, he's a Nazi," I said quietly not wanting to say that about Muller, but that would be the only way I would find him.

The man frowned and nodded, "Oh, yeah, I know who you're talking about, there's a few here, but only one was mumblin' something about a girl," He looked me up and down and smirked lightly, "I guess you're her," I nodded and pursed my lips, "Yeah, I guess," The man threw the towel he was holding in his hands to the side and pointed somewhere behind him, "He's over there, the one in the back corner," I smiled and nodded my head in appreciation, "Thank you," The man nodded with a small smirk on his face and then went back to work.

I walked away from him and towards Muller, who was laying on a cot in the back corner. I walked slowly up to him so I wouldn't startle him, my feet were light on the hardwood floor beneath me, but I could hear heavy-booted footsteps and loud, raspy coughing coming from all around. I walked up next to Muller, his head facing the wall opposite of me, I gently tapped his shoulder and he lulled his head to face me, his eyes were bloodshot and his side was wrapped in a thick white bandage that was soaked through with blood. Muller groaned and his eyes widened when he saw me.

"Taylor?" I smiled sadly at him and nodded, "Yeah, it's me, I'm right here," Muller shut his eyes and groaned, "Taylor, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, I was only-" I made a small noise of protest as I threw my hand up, "Muller, you don't need to apologize, I know why you did it," Muller stared up at me with sad, brown eyes, I took a moment to look over him, he had a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his torso, he also had a cut on his left temple that was still bleeding slightly. I looked over to my left I saw a small metal tray that held a glass of water, a navy colored wet rag, and a few white towels and bandages. I reached over and grabbed the wet rag, wringing it out slightly, I reached over to Muller's head and gently dabbed the blood off. When I finished that, I placed the rag back onto the metal tray and looked back to Muller. He shifted slightly, wincing as he did so. I looked down at his dirt covered hand laying at his side and reached down slowly and gripped it tightly in mine. He smiled softly at me and looked down at out entwined hands, he then looked back up at me sadly.

"So, you aren't mad?" He asked softly and I smiled sadly and squeezed his hand reassuringly, "No, I'm not mad, Muller. Why do you think that?" Muller lulled his head to the side as he held eye contact with me, "I hit you, Taylor, it's unexceptional to hit a lady," I smiled once again, "I know why you did it," Muller stared up at me sadly, "You do?" I nodded and squeezed his hand again, "You did it because you didn't want your friends finding out about you and me being friends."

"Me and those two blokes are not friends," I giggled lightly at Muller as he smiled, at least he still had his sense of humor in tact, "So, what did the medics say about your wound?" I asked jutting my head in the direction of the bloody wound on Muller's side. He looked down at it and shrugged his shoulder's as best he could, "I'll be fine. They said I just have to stay laid up for a few days, and then I can start walking again," I nodded my head slightly and looked back up into his eyes, "What's gonna happen to you?"

He shrugged his shoulder once again and looked over to the other wounded men all around us. I looked around along with him as I spotted a few wounded German men around us. I let out a sigh and looked back up at our entwined hands, "I'm probably gonna get put with the other prisoners," I sighed and rubbed by thumb against the rough skin on the back of Muller's hand, a thought then occurred to me, "Maybe not," I breathed as I looked up, deep in thought, Muller looked up at me in a shocked manner, "Excuse me?"

I beamed widely as I looked down at Muller, "I can try to talk one of the Major's or Corporals into letting you stay with us," Muller shook his head and frowned, "No, that won't work," I frowned at him, "Why not?" Muller rolled his eyes at me and licked his dry lips, trying to moisten them, "I'm the enemy," I shook my head, "No, what did you do for the Jerry's?"

"What do you mean?" I let go of his hand and gave him a look, "I mean what did you do? Were you a medic, a foot soldier, one of those guys with the radios?" Muller rolled his eyes once again, "You mean a radio operator?" I nodded as I smiled a wide smile, "Yeah, is that what you did?" Muller shook his head, "No, I was a sniper."

"Were you good?" Muller looked up at the ceiling, thinking about the question, he eventually shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess I was pretty good," I looked down at my feet, "Have you ever missed?" Muller nodded, "Yeah, a few times," I nodded, "How many Jerry's can you drop in twenty seconds?" I asked, interested in this conversation, "About, four... five if I"m lucky."

"I'll be right back," I said as I stood, Muller grabbed my wrist before I started walking away, I looked down at him, "Where are you going?" I smiled down at him and said, "I'm going to go find who's in charge around here."