Men Aren't Supposed To Use The Ladies Loo.

Dancing down the streets of Rechamps with George in my mind, I know I have to go back. I have to go back to my boys, to my company, to my Hoobler. I sneak out when the nurse if off duty, but I come running into Charlie.

"Shit!" I hiss, taking a few steps back. She shakes her head, but motions me to follow her. I do just that and we run down the unlit corridors to the back of the hospital. There's a jeep waiting out side, engine running, ready to take me back to the line.

"Well I couldn't keep you here forever... Tell Malark I said hi." she admits, hugging me good bye and before I go, she hands me a bag. It's filled with chocolate and cigarettes, enough for all the boys. I return the smile, as I leap into the jeep and we drive off into the night, leaving a trail of dust behind.

"Finally, I can put my old clothes on for a while!" I sighed happily, throwing myself onto my bed. I was in the middle of Hoobs and George, and we'd picked the best beds in the barracks. We'd recently come off the line and we were in Mourmelon for R&R. It felt so good to sleep in a proper bed for a change, instead of the usual, cold and damp fox hole, with a collection of worms at the bottom.

I even got a shower. That topped everything off perfectly.

I'd missed the feel of the hot water rolling down and off my body, how it felt when I rubbed shampoo into my long, dirty red hair. Some people take this for granted; not me. I savoured everything about it. I pulled my now too long hair through my fingers. I really needed to cut it, it was beginning to become unmanageable.

"You should ask Joe to cut your hair."

I jumped a mile out of my skin, alarmed at Hoobs sudden presence in my little world.

"God Hoobs!"

"I could say the same thing about you." he smirked, watching me from where the water couldn't get him.

"Why is it when I want you around, you aren't here and when I don't you are here... well, now that you are here, you can wash my shoulders."

I sighed, as Hoobs stepped under the water, rubbing the soap into my tense shoulder muscles. At that moment I was just looking for comfort.

Walking into barracks later, I found that the mail had caught up with the guys, and they were all laying around reading their letters from their loved ones. George threw me a letter, which surprised me, I have to say.

Hey there Sunny!

It's us girlies! Betcha weren't expecting a letter from us huh? We know you don't have any family of your own, so we've volunteered to be your sisters, nice of us, ehy?

So anyway, we hope you're okay, we've been sent over to Holland, so we may bump into each other. We've taken over an aid station, but we don't want to see you here, unless you're not hurt. You keep that Yank of yours out of here too! And our Yanks!

We hope to see you soon 'sis'

Love

Charlie, Hazel and Marnie

xxx

I grinned, sadly, placing the letting in my bag. George raised his eye brows at me, but I didn't answer.

"I'm going for a walk."

"We'll come with you." Perco and George said, obviously wanting to get to the bottom of my strange mood.

Truth be told, I was a little jealous. I had no blood family, I was alone. I couldn't write my parents telling them how funny George was, or how Shifty was my best friend, or how Hoobs was the love of my life. I couldn't tell them I was scared either, and if I told the guys, I didn't think they'd understand.

"Just think of it this way Sunny," Perco suggested, "One day, you'll have your own house, husband-"

"Hoobs." George coughed.

"Kids-"

"Hoobs."

"Luz shut up." Perco snapped, hitting him on the head. "All I'm saying is that one day, you'll have your family. Sure, you'll still be an orphan, but you'll have everything else."

I had to laugh; I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but he wasn't doing a very good job.

"Thanks Perco... it's just.. I can't go to anyone here and tell them that sometimes I'm scared, if I had parents, I'd feel better telling them."

"Uhh, Molls, you just told us..."

"Shit.."

My two friends laughed, and said they understood. Turning a corner, we bumped into Leib.

"Hey I was just looking for you guys, apparently they're giving out over night passes."

"When?" George asked curiously.

"Later I think." he shrugged, about to walk off.

"Wait! Joege!" I called after him. He turned, taking a drag on his cigarette. "Can you cut my hair for me?"

"It's not that short."

"It is."

"Beau, it looks fine."

"Don't you lie to me Donald Brenton Hoobler. It's a mess."

"I'm not lying. It looks fine."

"I look like I have hamster cheeks. I've never looked like that."

Hoobs rolled his eyes, taking a seat on his bed. Joe had really messed up my hair. It came just under my ears and it wasn't even cut straight.

I was going to kill Joe.

"What the fuck happened? You don't usually cut my hair this short! Are you high?"

"What?" he asked, spaced out. Fuck wit.

"Forget it! Just remember Joe. I will get you for this." I hissed up close to his face. He looked alarmed, and backed away.

"S-sorry Sunny."

"You'd better be. I should have asked Shifty." I said moodily, picking up the scissors and stomping out.

Shifty had to cut it really short, and although it was longer than George's hair, still letting me look feminine, I was mistaken for a guy.. at a distance.

"Soldier where do you think you're going?" an icy voice called from behind me. I knew it to be Lieutenant Ronald Speirs. The guy was as cold as ice. Colder in fact. The guy was so bad ass, I was pretty sure he could scare off Dracula.. if we were ever sent to Transylvania.. which I doubted we would be. But we'd be pretty much okay.

"To the loo, sir?" I replied, calmly, resting one hand on the door and pointing at it with my other thumb.

"That's for women." he told me, his steely gaze boring holes into my body.

"I know sir, it'd hardly look fitting for a girl to go to the blokes loos would it sir?" I answered, turning around. His gaze turned colder, and I swear I was beginning to feel a cold draft.

"And it wouldn't look any better for a man to go to the women's toilet, would it soldier?"

I looked around, down the corridor and then back at Speirs, who'd not changed the unimpressed and ready to kill me expression on his face.

"Sir, were you going to come in here?"

"What?" he baulked, looking astonished.

"I mean, if you really needed the toilet I'd keep an eye out."

And that, it how I ended up in Dick's office with Lew and Welshy, who thought the whole thing was hilarious.

"What did you do now Beauclaire?" Dick asked with a grin, which was of late, rare.

"He wouldn't let me go to the loo."

"Men can't use the women's bathroom." Spiers told me, annoyed.

"So what were you doing outside them then?" I asked, exasperatedly. "Sir." I added, as I caught his gaze.

"Ah."

"What?"

"There seems to be a misunderstanding." Dick smiled softly. The two of us looked at him curiously.

"She's a girl Ron." smirked Lew.

"What?"

"It's Molly-Anne." Harry laughed, hysterical.

"What?!"

"Yeah, what he said! What's so funny?" I pouted.

"He thought you were a guy." Harry laughed. I jumped back, my mouth dropping open. The fact that I was with George a lot was a benefit; my acting was getting better.

"Me! A man! I don't care if he's an officer, how dare you sir!" I cried dramatically. Harry was rolling around in his arm chair, Lew was choking on his VAT69 and Dick just rolled his eyes at me.

"Would you calm down?" Dick asked, smirking.

"Never! I've never been so insulted. I'll never live this down!"

"Would you calm down if I gave you two weekend passes?"

I turned, quietly, looking.. conspirational.

"Maybe. What's your story morning glory?"

"Two passes for the weekend, for you and whom ever you choose." he told me, holding the passes out to me. I chewed my bottom lip, pretending to think about it.

"Done." I told him, taking the passes quickly.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Lew smirked, taking a swag from his hip flask.

"You mean like a nice romantic dinner, with flowers and wine?" I winked. "Should I just take my mess cup and Hoobs, tell him to get some whiskey and we can stay in the hotel room all weekend?"

"You've grown up so fast." he joked, pretending to cry. I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked to the door.

"Adios amigos... and sirs."

"See ya Moll. Oh and if you see Marlene Deitrich in town-"

"Lock up the guys?"

"Get her autograph..." Harry told me.

"Yessir!"

"Oh, Molly-Anne? What did happen to your hair?" Dick asked, sorting through his paper work.

"Joe Leibgott."

He gave me a look that said it all.

"You're an idiot." Lew grinned, as I opened the door.

"Yup." I nodded. I threw them all a salute, and walked out.

"How about this one?" I asked.

"Nope, the 82nd are there." George told us walking right past the second hotel. We'd been wandering around for ages looking for a decent place to spend the night. Eventually we found a decent place (well what ever was decent in George's standards). It was nice really. Not big, but not small. No officers, no 82nders. Just us Easies.

We got settled in, I, opting for a change, threw on a skirt that matched the guys uniforms and then out we went, Joe Toye, Perco, Skip, Pink, Lark, Bull and Hashey all behind George. We spent almost as long looking for a place to drink, as we did looking for a place to stay. Eventually we found one. George and the boys deemed it 'perfect', I wasn't so sure. I just wanted a cup of tea, and no place would be perfect unless the did tea. Imagine how surprised and happy I was, when Joe came back from the bar, with a tray of tea.

"Tea for the lady!" He grinned, taking a place on my right. My face turned from a sour expression to a bright grin.

"Aww Joe! Thank you!" I said as I hugged the life out of him.

"Careful Hoobs, you might have some competition." George winked at him. Hoobs just scowled at him, and I took his hand. I shook my head at George, wagging a finger.

"Oh no, I'm sticking to Hoobs like glue. He'll never get rid of me."

"Ah fuck."

"Hey, no one wants to know what you two do in your spare time!"

We all laughed loudly, attracting the attention of some other soldiers. The 82nders.