Author's Note:Well, I have some explaining to do for this story. I'm part of a text based role-play site called Advanced Halo Unlimited. On our site is a section for fanfiction. I've been a fan of fanfiction (ha) for years, so I decided to try my hand at it It's a crossover of sorts, containing the supervillain of my favorite author, and the original characters created by myself and other members of AHU. And so, after some revisions, updates, and spelling corrections, here is the fruit of my labor. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, Randall Flagg, or certain characters presented in this fanfic. Save for Flagg, these characters are used with permission.

The Gathering and the Storm
Part 10: The Medic

Lance Corporal Donovan Siefker grunted in pain as he regained consciousness. He was in a cell made of three steel walls and a Plexiglas one. Probably, but that really didn't matter since he no longer had any weapons, just is combat boots, fatigue pants, and olive drab tee-shirt. As Don sat up, he grabbed the back of his head and found a pool of dried blood where he'd been...hit? That seemed most likely, because this was too much dried blood to be from falling and hitting his head.
"Glad to see you're up." said a voice behind him. Turning around, Don came face-to-face with the finest piece of ass he'd ever seen in military clothing sitting in the corner of his cell. Or their cell, whichever it was. "Private Melanie Howards, 3rd Platoon, Hotel Company, 2nd Battalion, 59th Infantry Regiment part of the 237 Marines Division. You?"
"Lance Don Siefker, 405th." he replied simply. "What's a fine girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"Normally, I'd ignore that comment, have a few drinks, make small talk, eventually go up to your room, and fuck the night away. But considering the circumstances..." she waved her hand around, indicating the cell.
"I get the point." Don said, dropping the subject. Well this was a fine predicament. He was trapped in some rebel camp, (it had to be rebel considering there were no energy shields), defenseless, and possibly waiting the wall and the firing squad. Well, at least I'll have a good view to help pass the time. Don thought as he watched Melanie lay down in such a way that her shirt was pulled up enough to reveal her flat, slightly pale, and very sexy stomach. If he knew what role he was to play in the coming events, however, getting lucky wouldn't have been so prominent in his mind. Still there, but not as prominent.