A/N: I think my car hates me. It's been in the shop for 3 straight days now. Anyway, while I'm waiting for my car to come back to me, I'm at least getting writing down.

Disclaimer: I don't own Band of Brothers. This is based on the characters in the miniseries, not the actual soldiers. And since I don't know exactly where everyone was when they dropped into France, I took some liberties.

As she descended down through the darkness towards France, Eve could hear the bullets whizzing through the air all around her. One suddenly ripped through her chute and her descent became all the more faster because of it. Still twenty feet above the ground, she dropped from the air, slamming onto the ground, knocking the wind from her. As Eve struggled to regain her senses and get her chute off, she could hear voices nearby-German voices. And they were getting closer. Beginning to panic about being outmanned and outgunned, Eve yanked off her jump gloves and tossed them to the side. With her fingers free, she had a much easier time discarding her chute. Grunting because of her sore muscles, Eve got to her feet and pulled out her pistol. The Germans were almost upon her. Breathing heavily, she began jogging in the opposite direction of the voices. She hadn't gotten far when she realized that her main bag-the one filled with all her supplies-was gone.

"Shit." She muttered, turning to go back but then she remembered the Germans. Going back was not an option. Now irritated as well as bruised, Eve continued walking. All around her were the sounds of gun fights and raised German voices. There was no sign of any of her fellow American soldiers. It was then she figured out that she wasn't in the right dropzone. "Bloody perfect."

Miles away, her brother was well aware his sister had missed her DZ and he was cursing the Germans frequently. Welsh was doing all he could to calm him down.

"We don't know that she missed her DZ." Lewis glared at him.

"According to the few people we've met up with, everyone's missed their DZ because of those DAMN KRAUT AAG'S!!" Welsh glanced towards a sudden burst of gunfire nearby.

"You, uh, should probably keep your voice down, Lew. And I'm sure Eve's fine." They continued walking, speeding up to get closer to the group ahead. "She's probably meeting up with Dick as we speak."

Eve had landed over an hour ago and she had yet to find another American. She was beginning to worry that she was so far behind enemy lines that there was no hope of meeting up with anyone at all. Suddenly, she heard a twig snap nearby. She froze.

"Flash?" She asked, barely above a whisper.

"Thunder." Relief filled her as an American soldier came out from the underbrush. They hurriedly greeted each other. Eve couldn't place it, but the man looked familiar.

"You're from "D" company, aren't you?" The man nodded.

"Yes." His tone was tight, guarded. He started walking and Eve rushed to fall into step with him.

"I think we missed our DZ." Eve said quietly, conversationally.

"Apparently." Finally it clicked who he was; he was Ronald Speirs, the notoriously ill-tempered Lieutenant of Dog company. Judging by his tone that he had no desire to talk, Eve remained silent, following him through the dark French countryside. It wasn't long before they ran into some Germans.

It was a mutual stumble. Neither Eve and Speirs nor the Germans were expecting to see the enemy when they stepped onto the dirt road. And so, for the briefest of moments, no one fired. Speirs was the first to recover. Raising his M1, he killed one of the German soldiers before the Germans even got a shot off. Jumping into the small ditch that ran along the side of the road, Speirs glanced at Eve, who had also jumped into the ditch.

"If you have a weapon, Nixon, now would be the time to use it." Eve didn't have to be told twice. Pulling her .45 from it's holster, Eve pointed at a German who was just lowering his weapon to reload. Words from her training flitted across her mind.

"...no hesitation. Just point and shoot..." She pulled the trigger. The German dropped his weapon and clutched his shoulder. Okay, Eve admitted, my aim's a little off. Moving her pistol just a smidge to the left, she fired again. This time the German dropped out of sight. Speirs had taken down two more of the five and was aiming towards the last German, who was attempting to scramble back into the woods. Speirs pulled the trigger of his gun only to have it jam.

"Son of a bitch." Seeing his struggle, Eve made aim at the retreating soldier and fired. He dropped down but was clearly not dead because they could hear him moaning in German. Speirs was the first to stand. He crossed the road towards the moaning soldier. Eve watched as Speirs raised his gun and, a moment later, a single shot rang out. There was no more moaning. Speirs went back to the road, started walking down it as though he hadn't just killed four men. Eve remained frozen in the ditch, her mind trying to wrap itself around the fact that she had just killed someone. She was a nurse; she was supposed to help people, not kill them. "Nixon, are you coming or have you decided to fight the war from that ditch?" Annoyed, Eve crawled from the ditch and stomped angrily up to him. Jamming a finger into his chest, she exclaimed,

"I may be a woman but I'm a woman who shares the same rank as you. So show me a little respect." With a final glare up at him, Eve walked away. Before he followed after her, Speirs smirked into the darkness. At least it'd gotten her out of the ditch.

A/N: So Eve is now in France. Yay...or maybe not yay...we'll see. Not sure why the muse decided to have her meet up with Speirs but it works. Reviews are much appreciated. Thanks!!