I feel like I must have known you
In another life
'Cause I felt this deep connection
When you looked in my eyes (I can't wait)-"See You Again", Miley Cyrus

Chapter 12

The blood was dripping on the stone floor. She watched the drops hit the floor like rain. Somehow she found the energy to shake her head and try to clear her dazed brain. Her black hair had fallen free of the bun at the base of her neck and was hanging down around her face dragging along the floor. She somehow was managing to keep it out of the blood.

Reaching up she wiped at her mouth, unsure if the blood was coming from the inside or outside, but right now, all she could focus on was the stinging pain of her mouth. Focusing all her attention, she managed to get her feet under. As she did, she glanced up from under her hair at Thomas. The ass was standing in front of the door with his fist clenched. Slowly she pushed to her feet and faced him. "Well are you done for tonight or are we going to do this again?"

Thomas shook his head in sheer frustration. "Why do you make me do this? All I want to do is love you, why is that so hard for you to understand?"

Her laugh was bitter and in the small room, it seemed to echo, "I've told you that I'm not doing that any more. You want to beat me, then so be it, but I'm not going to give you what you want so easily." Reaching up she wiped the blood away from her mouth and stared at the back of her hand. "Step aside and let me go, I've got work to do."

When she moved toward him, she thought for a moment that he would take another slap at her, but instead he moved away from the door and let her go. The constant battle between them had gone on for the last two weeks and she was bruised and battered but she'd yet to sleep with him again.

As she moved onto the main floor, she saw Jen slipping past her and headed to the backroom where she and Thomas had been sleeping. Well they could do as they wished, she would help those that she could and let the rest go.

"Oh my God, what has he done now? Come on let me clean this up, I can't have you trying to take care of the wounded when you're dripping blood on them." Renee's calming voice forced her to follow like a small child after its mother.

Renee treated the busted lip and looked over her face. Shaking her head, she made tsking noises at what she saw. "How much longer is this going to go on? Hmm, the bruise around your eye hasn't healed; it's merely healed to a faded yellow. Now, now this lip is busted for what the third, or is it the fourth time? Please Lillian, make this stop."

Smiling on only one side of her face, she grabbed Renee's hand, "don't worry. I'm okay, honestly. Don't worry, all this will work out, I promise."

Shaking her head Renee began to clean up her supplies, "yes, you say this every time, but nothing gets better and almost every day I have to clean up the damage, please let me tell someone about this."

She grabbed Renee's hand and squeezed hard, "no, say nothing. I have this under control, but you can't let it get to you, it's going to be okay, trust me."

Renee smiled, "alright, I will trust you for now, but I still don't trust them and they won't get away with this."

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"Well I see that you haven't gotten her under control, in fact, all that's been gained is her blood on the floor." Jen sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "The good news is that I can talk to Ron now and convince him that I'm pregnant and he'll be mine forever."

He rubbed his forehead and sat in the chair across from her, "I don't know if that is going to work. You really think he can be convinced that you're pregnant? I don't think so my dear, he's smarter than you by far."

Jen snorted and jumped to her feet. "Let me tell you something, if that doesn't work, then I have another plan. You see there is a hospital close to Foy that is looking for nurses and I think I can have orders cut to get rid of her, who knows maybe she might even have an accident."

"Jen, you have to understand, I do love her, I just have to convince her of that." Thomas's voice held no conviction, something that Jen immediately jumped on.

"Well, let me tell you, she would have caved by now if she felt anything for you, but she doesn't. I think it's time to take measures to remove her from my way."

Thomas sighed, "let me have another chance, please, just handle Ron and let me handle her."

Jen walked to the door and glanced back over her shoulder, "one more chance Thomas or I'll move her out, I intend for her to have a very nice time in Foy, with or without you." The door slamming behind her had Thomas dropping his head in frustration.

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The room was too warm; the light breeze coming in through the open window did little to cool the room. The feel of cool hands sliding up his legs took his mind from the heat causing the sweat to pool beneath his body. Those same hands slide to the outside of his hips completely avoiding where he wanted them most; causing his hips to thrust off the bed reaching and searching for that same cool touch.

Her soft hair curled around his groin, caressing him, the moan escaping from his throat. He felt that same hair begin to pool on his lower stomach and drape across his balls causing them to pull tighter into his body. "Please baby, please just touch me."

His voice was ragged, as he begged for her touch, he wasn't sure it was even him speaking. He needed her to touch him; stoke him, anything to relieve the building pressure in his groin. When her warm soft mouth closed around him and sucked, he clenched the cool sheets tightly in his fist. The warmth of that mouth sucking, licking, driving his pleasure, the need to come building fast.

Her mouth left him too soon and she moved over him, her green eyes glittering in the dim moonlight, her hand gently caressed his face. Her soft body was stoking every inch of him. Wetness between her thighs was coating him as she slid against him. He reached out grasping her slim hips, holding her still as he slide deep inside her. Her voice carried softly and sweetly in the small room, "Ron, I need you, please you've got to help me."

The tone of her voice caused him to frown, distracting him from the waves of pleasure building as he stroked inside her. Why was she asking for help, hell he was the one dying. Reaching for her face, he felt the dampness of tears on her face and brushed them away with his thumb.

"Ron please, please you've got to help me."

Looking at his hand where he'd brushed the tears away he was shocked to see the dampness coating his fingers weren't tears but blood.

Jerking awake he found himself sweating and sitting in a frozen foxhole in the middle of the Belgian winter. His heart was racing and his breathing ragged. It had been the same fucking dream for the last week. Every time he tried to sleep, she came to him and haunted him with those eyes, only to awaken at the sight of blood on his hands.

He didn't believe in signs but something was wrong. He'd lost his chance to talk to her on the road outside of Bastogne and maybe it'd been the sad look on her face that kept him thinking something was wrong, or maybe he just wanted her.

Rubbing his face he pushed himself out of the foxhole and began to walk the line, the sweat that coated his body underneath the uniform was chilling him worse than the cold alone ever could have. Maybe he was coming down with something, hell who else would sweat like that, unless they had a fever. Moving slowly down the line he finally found what his medic.

"Miller, I need you to check me over, I think I'm coming down with something. There is no way I should be sweating in these freezing temps."

Miller looked up at Speirs and tried to keep his face blank. The man scared the hell out of him and the last thing he wanted to do, was check out Speirs while he was awake. When he'd been unconscious had bad enough. "Uh sir, I'm not really equipped for this here, maybe you might want to head into Bastogne and see the docs at the hospital there. Besides, maybe you just need a little time away from the line."

Ron frowned; the last thing he wanted was to go to the hospital. Now if he could see Lil without Jen knowing he was there, then that might be worth the effort. Looking back down at the medic he smirked, "thanks, I might do that." Turning away, he let himself smile, if nothing else scaring the hell out of the medic had made him feel better.

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"Eugene, I'm glad you are here, there is something very strange going on with those new Americans." Renee glanced over her shoulder to see Lillian moving on one side of the room and Thomas watching her from the other side. Pointing at them, Renee shook her head, "see do you see what I mean. He won't let her out of his sight and the first day here, he hit her. Her mouth was bleeding and I know something is going on."

"Renee, you know you can't get in between them, it isn't out business."

She snorted and grabbed more bandages shoving them into the box. "Well if it's not our business then who will take care of her. I'm telling you Eugene, something bad is going to happen to her if we don't' stop it."

His hand raised and reached for her but then he dropped it, putting it back in his pocket. "Renee, I know you're worried, but Lil can take care of herself, I promise." Taking the box from her, he quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Cher, I'll see you later."

Renee placed a hand on her cheek where he'd kissed her and smiled. Eugene really was a sweet man, too bad he only brought bad news when she saw him.

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Lillian had watched Jen and Thomas for the last two days and she was beginning to worry that something was going on, worse than what had already happened. It had all started innocently enough with Jen watching her as she went about her routine, but something in the woman's gaze had sent a sliver of fear up her spine.

Trying to ignore her, she moved along side Renee as they treated the few that they could, providing comfort to those that would soon be beyond their mortal help. Renee's soft hand grasped her arm in a surprisingly strong grip. "Lillian, I need you to go to the room in the back, you know the one. There you will find a box marked bibles. Please bring me the box, I think it's time we provided comfort to those who can no longer receive morphine."

She opened her mouth to ask what comfort bibles would bring but the hard shake of Renee's head stopped her. The other woman knew what she was doing, but damned if Lil could figure out what it was. "Okay Renee, I'll be back in just a moment."

Heading to the back she found the room Renee was talking about and was about to open the door when the sound of a male voice stopped her hand. "Alright Jen, want to tell me what really happened in Holland?" Ron, when had he come in and now he and Jen were in this room. Maybe she should slip away before either of them noticed her. Instead, she found herself moving to see inside through the small crack they'd left in the door.

She was relieved to see his back to her and she could just see the side of Jen's face. If the pale look was any indication, this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

Jen swallowed and held her hands out in a pleading motion. "Ron please, you know what happened in Holland. I would never do anything to hurt you, I love you and I was so scared. Yes, maybe I wasn't the first nurse there but you clearly see that Lil knew how we felt about one another she sent for me didn't she?"

Ron followed his arms across his chest and sighed. "Maybe she did and maybe she didn't. See here is the thing that has me puzzled. When I was just starting to regain consciousness, I could remember pieces of conversations and sounds. Now before you start making excuses, I know it wasn't a dream. It was Lil and she was scared to death; what was she scared of Jen?"

Lil clenched her hands. She knew that Jen wouldn't tell anything about that night, but that's what Thomas got for slamming the door. Ron had shifted his weight to one leg and that allowed her an unobstructed view of Jen as well as his side profile. The tears streaming down Jen's face appeared to have little to no effect on Ron as his jaw clenched in frustration.

"Please Ron, you have to trust me, I wouldn't lie and honestly I've wanted to talk to you. See I have something very important to tell you."

She watched as Jen stepped closer and she placed her hand on Ron's chest, a soft smile gracing her lips. She felt her whole body tense further. Jen was never that sweet without a reason.

"See Ron, well I hope you'll be happy, I'm pregnant."

Lil felt every bit of strength leave her body. She wasn't able to see Ron's face but he dropped his arm and let Jen step into his embrace. Pulling away from the door, she moved back to the main room like a sleepwalker. This had to be a nightmare, this wasn't happening. With a baby coming Jen had gotten what she wanted, Ron would be hers.

She heard someone calling her name but didn't slow her steps until she was outside, the freezing wind cutting through the uniform didn't even slow her steps. She paused for a moment to get her bearings and then began to walk out of town to where she knew Easy would be waiting for her.

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Jen relaxed into Ron's arms feeling his wrap around her. She'd won plain and simple. He was hers now so there was no need to use the papers she had hidden in her duffle. Smiling into his chest, she waited before lifting her head to smile at him, only to have that same smile slip away.

Ron couldn't stop the laughter that had been threatening to escape. "Sister you are a piece of work. You are so stupid you didn't even notice I used a condom when I slept with you and trust me it didn't break."

Jen jerked away from him, "you know even if it doesn't break they aren't a hundred percent. How can you be so sure?"

Reaching down he picked up his weapon and swung it back over his shoulder. "Well I'll tell you what, let's just give it a couple of more months and when you begin to round out, then and only then princess would I ever believe you." The amusement in his voice was beyond frustrating, it was downright irritating.

"Well let me tell you something Ronald Speirs, I know what you want and I can guarantee that you'll never have it. See I know things you don't and you're not going to get it."

The amusement that had been there fled quickly in the face of his anger. "Let me tell you something, you would be the last person who would ever know what it is I want." Cocking his head to the side, he gave her the look that would have scared a saner person, "you'd also be the last person I'd ever stick my dick in without protection."

Calming stepping through the door, he shut it quietly on her scream of rage. Glancing around the room, he tried to catch a glimpse of black hair on his way out. He'd really hoped to see her if nothing else, guess today just wasn't his day.

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"D-Dick, I-I-I need to talk to you."

The voice stuttering in cold caused him to jerk his head up. Lillian was standing two feet from him in nothing but her uniform, no jacket, hat or gloves in sight. "Lillian, my god how did you get out here. Come here, get this blanket around you."

She let herself be pulled inside the small tent and Dick wrapped the blanket around her pulling her into his arms. She didn't remember ever being this cold and this was probably the dumbest thing she'd ever done.

"Lillian what happened, how did you get out here? Did you walk the entire way?"

She couldn't form words her teeth were chattering so hard so she nodded her head and tried to control the shivers coursing through her body. Slipping one hand from under, the blanket she grasped Dick's glove covered one and held on tight.

Dick's chuckle and tighter embrace caused her to relax. "You know Lil, not too smart sweetheart. How about telling me what happened, you'll feel better and then I'll get you in a jeep and back to the hospital."

Sighing she dropped her head on his shoulder and found that she could finally speak. "It's going to seem silly to you, but to me…well I'm just hurt and disappointed by something I overheard, something that I shouldn't have. Dick if I could just see Bill or even Babe for a minute then I'll go back."

Getting up he headed out, "sure I'll have him here in just a minute."

As her body slowly began to warm she must have dozed lightly because the next thing she knew, Bill was there shaking her, "hey now doll, what's bad enough to make you walk all the way out here."

Throwing her arms around his neck, she buried her face and began to cry, letting the whole story of Ron and Jen out to the one person who would understand.

AH! Okay so I officially love Bill and in case you guys haven't noticed, I've fully embraced him as my new obsession. :P He's just so amazing and I have captain ty to thank for that in this chapter. Without her, where would all us Bill and Ron die-hards be? Hehe

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