Are We Good?

Firstly, sorry I haven't updated for ages! I've been bogged down at college, and I'm trying to write The Proper Story for this, I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but this is just so you understand things between the Hoobs and Beau. Secondly it's not very long, because I'm trying to write 2 stories, and I'm writing some chapters for a collaboration story called Group Therapy

Anyway, sorry for the wait, R&R please :)

Allie

"What do you mean you don't want to talk to me?"

"Are you really that stupid, or are you making a special effort today?"

"You were talking to me last night though!"

"I was half asleep!"

Hoobs and I were having a bust up. Again. I was mad at him before, but now I was even angrier than before. He thought he could get back in my good books just like that, without an apology? No chance.

"So, you didn't mean what you said?"

"Of course I did, you know I love you, but you keep on being... well.. horrible to me and I'm tired. You can't just assume I'm going to forgive you every time you treat me like a doormat... we are touch and go, Hoobler. You fuck this last chance up, that's the end of us."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh yes I do." I hissed, stopping just before I got to the door of the barn. I poked him in the chest, watching his eyebrows disappear into his helmet. "Last chance to make it up with me and stop being an ass."

There was a bark from behind me, just before he opened his mouth to speak. I laughed as Trigger, Tab's dog, jumped up and knocked me over, licking my face.

"Eww Trig! I know where that tongue has been!"

"Aww, don't be so mean Sunny! We used Perco's tooth brush to clean his teeth to try and make his breath smell nicer!" George called over to me, before Perco shot his a look that could kill. It sent me into a huge laughing fit, and even Dick cracked a smile at me.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you George!"

"Yeah, fuck you George!" I chimed in, letting Hoobs pull me off the floor. "This is a hell of a dog Tab."

"Thanks Sunny."

"Why do you guys call me that?"

"Because you're always happy." Perco called to me, half way through brushing his teeth. I shrugged, as if to say 'well that makes sense' and plonked myself down in some hay, Hoobs sitting by my side. Even if I was still mad at him, I was glad of his company; I had really missed him.

"I'm not always happy. I just don't show you when I'm sad... much." I yawned, resting my head on Hoobs' shoulder, as Tab's dog rested his head on my stomach.

"If I stop being an ass, will you stop being mad at me."

I nodded, tiredly, and drifted off, as Hoobs planted a small kiss on my head.

I was woken suddenly, later on, as Joege and some of the guys burst through the door, with an injured Ally with them. Jumping to my feet, I rushed over to Ally.

"Elevate the leg." I ordered, as Gene and I began to work on him.

"I'm going with Winters. You'll be okay?" Hoobs told me, standing just behind me, as I cut Ally's trouser leg. I nodded, and with a kiss on the cheek he left, racing after his friends to get the Krauts back.

Finally, we got him to an aid station. I was so frustrated that I couldn't do anything. If I was supposed to be a traiteuse, I wasn't doing a very good job at it.

Gene, Spina and I waited until the next day, for the guys to come back. I saw a few of them in the aid station, before we went back to our squads. Boyle had been hit, and so had Web. Dukeman, I found out the worst way, by having to pull back the sheet laying over him, had died. Killed instantly.

"They got me. That's what I shouted. They got me."

"Oh God Web, talk about cliché." I grinned, rolling my eyes as I cleaned his wound.

"How you doin' Web?" Hoobs' voice broke through our banter.

"All the better for having a pretty girl bandage me up." he winked at me.

"Hey, no flirting with the nurses that are taken." I mock-scolded, wagging my finger at the Harvard Boy.

"Yeah, what she said." Hoobs joined in. I laughed, giving him a playful shove, and after finishing up with Web, I went outside for a smoke break with Hoobs. We watched as German prisoners marched past us. A couple shot me a glance and slowed down a little, that was, until a familiar voice barked for them to hurry up and get moving.

"Joege? How come you're guarding the prisoners?" I asked, walking with him a little to hand him a cigarette.

"Winters, but he took my ammo." he whispered, putting his mouth to my ear.

"Why?" I mouthed. In turn, the lanky Jew just shrugged, so I patted him and let him get on with his job. When I turned around I saw Dick talking to Hoobs.

"Sir." I nodded when he turned around.

"Molly-Anne. How are you?"

"Better than the other day sir. Just wish I could have done something for Dukeman... how about you sir?"

He just nodded, patted my shoulder and left, turning around for a moment.

"We're on a rescue mission tonight, so get some rest. There may be some wounded." I rolled my eyes, with a 'yes sir' and watched the poor guy slink off.

"Poor Winters." I heard Hoobs say behind me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I know, he looks really tired."

"So do you."

"You do too, but you're not running the company."

I waited for hours for the guys to come back and the suspense was killing me. I'd bitten all of my nails, right down to the skin. Jumping from the shock of the barn door flying open and from the sharp little pain, as I drew blood from my finger, having bitten the skin.

"Well I think that went brilliantly!" rang the unmistakable accent of a true British soldier. I sighed with relief as they all piled into the barn. Dick wouldn't be able to make it because of his paper work, but everyone else was here.

"Sir, are any of your men wounded?" Nix's voice asked. I looked down from my perch to see the two stood directly underneath me, and the rest of the boys standing around talking.

"No, not one, but thank you for asking."

"That's good, I think our nurse is getting fed up of being knee deep in blood today."

I jumped down, walking up behind the two startled officers. Saluting them both I stood patiently waiting for their brains to start working again.

"Colonel Dobie, this is our nurse, Molly-Anne Beauclaire."

"Nice to meet you Miss Beauclaire."

"Nice to meet you too sir, and please even my CO calls me Moll."

"You're British?"

We had a nice little conversation about where we're from and our families, before Lip came over.

"Hoobs is looking for you."

I groaned, "He's always looking for me."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes at Lip, as I walked off to find Hoobs.

"Who's Hoobs, if you don't mind me asking?" I heard Dobie say to Lip.

"Well, apparently, he's her wife... it's a long story."

I found Hoobs, with Bull, Hashey and Perco, sitting with a few Tommies.

"Ah! Here she is! Easy's little lady."

"Perco, I'm almost taller than you.."

"Fuck you."

Hoobs snorted loudly, like a kid and I slapped him up side the head.

"You're like a teenager!" He smirked, "Don't even say it Hoobs."

"Sorry ma'am." he smirked, pulling me on to his lap. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Now who's immature?" Bull grinned.

"He's in the bad books, so he has to behave. I can't be in my own bad books, so I'm allowed to be immature."

The guys 'ohh'ed at Hoobs, Bull slapping him heartily on the back with a wide grin and a cigar between his teeth.

"So why's he in the bad books?" one of the Tommies asked.

"He's an arse hole."

"Well that makes sense." he replied.

"He came to find me though." Bull said, trying to put in a good word for him.

"Still an arse."

"So, I'm not a hole, just an ass?"

"Yes."

"Little harsh don't you think?"

"Yeah... it's not harsh enough!"

"You're a fuck head, you know that?"

"Says you!" I argued, sticking my tongue at him.

"Oh here we go, another domestic!" Perco groaned rolling his eyes.

"I'm not as bad as Perco, though."

"Well, if I wasn't sleeping with you, the answer would be no, but because I am, and you piss me the fuck off, the answer is yes."

"I hate you."

"Not what you said the other night."

I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep me from laughing at Hoobs' displeased expression. We opted to leave the party, so no one would have to hear us bicker.

We sat together, outside in the cool night, on a haystack. Hoobs pulled me on to his lap, and held me tight.

I began scratching my arms violently, after a while. I was allergic to hay, and it make me come up in little red patches of dry skin, kind of like allergically charged exma.

"Stop scratching, you're like a dog!"

My mouth formed an 'o' shape, as I slapped Hoobs on the arm.

"Gee thanks sweetie pie." I replied sarcastically. He smirked, pressing his sweet, cheeky lips to mine.

"Wanna roll around in the hay?"

"No, it's because of the hay that I'm 'like a dog'."

He pouted, displeased, "What about the grass?"

"No Hoobs." I told him rolling my eyes.

"At least kiss me?"

"Now that, I have no objection to." I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. He grinned up at me, wrapping a hand around the back of my head and one around my waist, pulling me into a long kiss, the first proper one in days. He ran his hands through my hair; I always loved how it felt.

"I love you." I whispered against his mouth, in between kisses.

"I love you too. We good now?"

I pulled him over, so he was laying above me, instead of replying.

"I'm taking that as a yes."