Those damn aliens, they just keep invading. This time they just wouldn't let me on the computer, let alone let me write. They made me eat biscuits without tea ;_; School got to me, I'm trying to write as much as I can but school work gets annoying :C Thank you to everyone who reviewed, they're wonderful :D

I'm really excited to get moving on with this story, I have a couple of ideas to get out.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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The crisp cold winter changed in to a warmer and lighter spring. Warm green leaves were appearing on the once bleak trees and the grey skies were no longer. January, February, March and April passed far too quickly for Martha. In those months she felt like she had barely seen Nixon. In reality they had seen each other frequently but in Martha's eyes it wasn't enough. She would be the first to admit she was completely infatuated with the man. If she had her way...well Nixon wouldn't see much of day.

Martha, for once in her life, felt content. She was generally happy. No worry, no doubts, she just felt calm and peaceful. It felt strange to feel that way in such a dark period of time but she couldn't help it. She just felt like smiling all the time. She had even seen some changes about how others felt towards her; they seemed to be happier as well.

Martha woke up on the 29th of May, awaking to the sunlight peeking through the curtains. The light warmed her face as she lazily peeled her eyes open. A smile crept its way on to her face as she sat up, stretching out her tired limbs. She looked at the time and smiled. She had a whole half an hour before her alarm was meant to go off, which meant a full hour to get ready in time to meet Nixon. Needless to say, she was excited.

Martha smiled at the thought and slowly arose from her bed. After freshening herself up a bit in the bathroom, she returned to her room to fret about her wardrobe. Although she knew it was silly to get worked up over small details, she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to look as best as she could whenever, especially now that Nixon was in her life.

An hour passed quick enough for her liking and soon enough she was out of the door, with a skip in her step. Martha smiled at the new warm air. It was nice now it wasn't so cold; it made the dark days of war seem brighter. Soon enough, she saw something else that made her feel brighter. She was sure she visibly lighted up.

Nixon smiled at her, a warm look washing over his features. His overall appearance was scruffy which was probably due to him just waking up. She couldn't help but grin. He took one last drag of his cigarette before stumping it on the ground underneath his foot.

"Morning," Martha greeted with a small wave, "Too early?" She smirked lightly.

Nixon nodded with a very small smile, "Definitely."

Placing a warm kiss on her lips, Nixon wrapped his arm around her waist. Martha fell in to his kiss, her hand placed on his cheek. Nixon pulled away regretfully but smiled at her and started to walk, bringing her along with him. His arm was still around his waist. It made Martha feel safe and protected in some way.

They walked along the small village roads, chatting quietly between themselves. Martha guessed they looked like a real couple now, walking close together and chatting quietly. It made her happy.

"You look happy," Nixon commented with a slight smirk, "Can I ask what you're thinking?"

Martha shook her head, "Oh, it's nothing much. I'm just happy...being where I am right now."

Nixon nodded with a slight smile, "Good."

"Why, if it isn't the young lovebirds,"

Martha looked up at Helen and rolled her eyes slightly. "Good morning Helen."

Nixon smirked slightly at them both. He had the pleasure to meet Helen back in January and could only think of her as having the best intentions, even if they did fall flat. "Helen," Nixon greeted with a small nod.

"Nixon," Helen repeated his gesture with a smile. "Sorry to stop you two, just needed to tell Martha something."

"Go ahead, I'll be over there," Nixon said motioning to where he was going to be.

As he walked away, Martha watched him with an unintentional smile on her face.

"Martha, could you drag your eyes away from your handsome man for a second?" Helen said slightly annoyed.

"Oh," Martha blushed, "sorry. What did you want to tell me?"

"I got a letter from William again, first time in a while."

Martha inwardly groaned but put on a smiling face. She felt a pang of guilt. She shouldn't be dreading to hear about William. On the other hand though, she knew that Helen would take a long time gushing about it. Time she could spend with Nixon...

"...It looked like he really meant it as well. I just feel so...warmed by it! I think he thinks about me all the time!" Helen said happily.

"How lovely," Martha said although she wasn't quite sure what she was talking about.

"Anyway, I don't want to keep you away from Nixon. I'll see you around." Helen said quickly hugging Martha and walking away.

"Let me guess what she talked about," Nixon said appearing behind Martha, "William?"

"Amazing, you got it right." Martha said with a small giggle, "Anyway, where were we?"

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Nixon knew he would have to tell her soon but that didn't make it any less of a worry. They were leaving in one day. Then soon they would be jumping over Normandy, going in to battle for the first time. Nixon was usually not worried about a lot of things. This time though, he was worried about two thing, telling Martha and Jumping in to Normandy. Somehow telling Martha worried him more. For the first time in a while, he was feeling happy. He truly enjoyed being in Martha's company. It was refreshing to be with someone who was kind and who cared.

Thankfully he hadn't gotten any more letters from Lucy. He didn't even send a letter back. It made him feel cold hearted but at least he had a plausible excuse for not writing. He was training to go off in to war. Not doing up the house or any other bad excuse. It angered him slightly but he couldn't stay angry for long, not with Martha around.

He dreaded the upcoming talk as he walked along to Martha's house. Bracing himself for the worst, Nixon knocked on the door to her house.

"Lew," Martha happily announced, opening the door, "I didn't know you were coming around. This is a surprise!"

"Yeah," Nixon said smiling slightly, "I needed to tell you something."

"Okay," Martha said wearily, "Come in then. Mother and Father are out at the moment."

Nixon walked in to the house and almost sighed. He couldn't help but think back to Christmas. It was definitely one of his favourite Christmas memories.

"So what did you want to tell me about? Do you want a drink? Please sit." Martha said kindly motioning to one of the living room seats.

"I'll stay standing thank you," Nixon smiled, "and unless you have Vat 69 around here..."

"No." Martha said with a slight smile. "So...go on."

Nixon sighed, "There's no easy way of saying this...We're moving out, the company that is. Then we're jumping over and...Going off and fighting."

Silence coated the room. Nixon tried to read Martha's face but he just couldn't tell.

"Well...that's annoying." Martha finally said.

Nixon nodded, "Yeah, it is."

Martha sighed and walked over to him, pulling him in to a tight hug. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me either." Nixon said holding her close.

They stood just holding each other for a couple of minutes. Nixon lightly stroked her hair as they hugged.

"I'm going to miss you so much." Martha said as some tears escaped.

"I'll be back before you know it." Nixon said confidently as he looked at her.

"I'll be waiting...with a bottle of Vat 69." Martha sniffed lightly while Nixon chuckled.

Nixon kissed her lightly on her forehead.

"Nixon...I love you." Martha said as couple of more tears slipped out.

"I love you too."

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Nixon stood in a sea of people. Half of Aldbourne was there, saying goodbye to the soldiers. In spite of all this, Martha was nowhere to be seen. They had agreed on it the day before. They said their goodbyes in private and it would stay that. Nixon was slightly glad of this. He had something major to focus on now and he needed to focus on it.

"Martha isn't here?" Dick asked his friend looking over at him.

"Nope," Nixon said lighting up a cigarette, "Said goodbye yesterday, in private."

"She's changed you," Dick said with a triumphant smile, "You really care about her don't you?"

"A gentleman doesn't discuss such matters."

"But you're not a gentleman."

Nixon chuckled, "True."

"Lieutenant Nixon!" A soldier called out, "Lieutenant Nixon?"

"Private?" Nixon called out.

"Lieutenant," the solider nodded, "Got a letter for you."

Nixon could tell straight away who it was from. "Thanks."

Nixon looked at the letter and smile. It was definitely from Martha. The handwriting and envelope gave it all away. Nixon opened it quickly and scanned his eyes other the letters.

Dearest Nixon,

I know we agreed to say goodbye yesterday but there was no agreement on letters. I've included some stamps and a couple of sheets of paper. If you find time, I would love it if you wrote. Of course if you don't, that'll be fine as well. I'm truly going to miss you Lew. You've changed me for the better. I don't think I've cared about someone as much as I care about you. I know I will see you again soon and I look forward to that. Just remember, that I love you. Whenever you feel down just remember that.

Lots of love,

Martha.