Hey guys! Sorry but I won't be able to update from Monday to Wendnesday, Gone Fishing. Well, it's actually camping, but same difference. Enough about me, enjoy!

Beagle Bug:He is a jerk but he's so funny! lol

smartyjonesrzy:I wanted to add in the drilling scene, also, as you will soon find out, Robert made both Forbes nd Alex have the same punishments, just not together. You'll see. :)

BoosterSeat3:Sorry for the typos. I can't wait to see that picture of Alex. lol, I love the ideas you sent me, they rally help out! Thanks!

SakuraBlossom:I know, right? The Irish Sarge was so hilarious in the movie, lol, thanks for reviewing so often, that's so nice of you, and I like Charlie too, he's an adorable person.

YaRisVamp: Yeah, it was, but you'll see, sorry for confusing you. My bad! ;)


I fidgeted nervously with one of the silver buttons on my Union Army jacket (only the officers had gold ones) as I followed Robert away from the drilling men. Forbes had already joined the squad, and was marching up and down with the rest of the men, trying desperately to stay out of Mulcahy's spotlight. I realized that Robert was taking me to the mess hall. It finally dawned to me. I was about to have kitchen duty also, as if drilling wasn't enough. He lead me through the open door of the giant mess hall, the wooden tables were empty and bare, andseemed to stand silently, missing the noisy atmosphere, waiting for the loud, drilling men to come back and fill their benches. I followed Robert through another door inside of the mess hall, into a kitchen with a generous amount of space. Two men were there, a tall, but round man with a thick, dark brown moustache but no hair, was standing over a mixing pot, smiling cheerfully. The other, a strawberry blonde, saluted when Robert came in. I clicked my tongue, it was Andrews.

"Jerry this is Miss Alexandra Janeiro," Robert began, gesturing back at me with his right hand. He turned to me."Miss Janeiro, this is our chef, Jerry McCogny."

The chef gave me a toothy grin."Why, hello there Lassie."

Lassie? "It's a pleasure." I murmured. Robert watched me curiously.

"Lieutenant Andrews you already know." he added. I nodded.

"Janiero." Andrews growled.

"Lieutenant you will refer to Miss Janeiro with the respectful term 'miss', is that clear?" Robert eyed Andrews, hands clasped behind his back. Andrews shrunk away.

I raised my eyebrows, I was so surprised that Robert had actually stood up for me. It was so sweet. Andrews looked uncomfortable."Yes sir!"

Robert leaned into me and whispered."I have just given you a slight advantage over the lieutenant, do not abuse it." Uh oh, the sweetness is gone. Andrews must have realized that Robert was telling me off, for he couldn't hide his smirk.

"Sure." I replied.

He smiled, then talked in a tone loud enough for the other two men to hear."Good then. Miss Janeiro will spend the remainder of her punishment here, finishing the work that Major Forbes began."

"What of the Major, Colonel?" Jerry the cook asked, clutching a wooden ladle.

"Major Forbes is carrying out the remainder of his punishment, drilling as we speak." Robert concluded. I let out a quiet little laugh through my nose, when Robert's eyes snapped to me, I pretended that I was only exhaling, and he looked away. Though with my atrocious acting skills I doubt he bought it. "I'll leave you to it, gentlemen," he nodded at the men, then at me,"Miss Janeiro."

"Yes sir." All three of us chorused immediately, with a salute from us, Robert walked out of the kitchen.

"Well Miss Janeiro," the Irish-accented cook began,"are you ready to start?"

"Call me Alex, please." I said."And yes, as a matter of fact, I am."

"I don't know why the Colonel keeps her around," I heard Andrews mutter,"a woman such as Miss Janeiro could not possibly be useful in an army camp."

I bit my lip. Well that stung. Seriously, Andrews keeps reminding me of Commodor Norrington.

"Alex, do not flash and obscene gestures, I repeat DO NOT flash the obscene gesture." I pep-talked myself.

"Call me Alex." I responded, through the lump in my thought.

"I have special orders from the Colonel himself to refer to you as Miss Janeiro." he sneered.

"Can you say: Colonel's Pet?" I muttered, he did not hear me."Why are you even here?"

"I was put here to supervise Major Forbes, and now, unfortunately, you." He spat.

"Wow. That's nice. You have it rough." I replied sarcastially.

"For I am the Colonel's most trusted Lieutenant." he continued. I swear I heard Jerry the Cook snort.

"Sure, you're the right hand jerk on Simba's rock." I said quietly.

"Enough chattin' you two, the work's still awaitin'." Jerry the Cook shouted. "Miss Janeiro, there is someone I'd like you to meet." he added, reaching around a cabinet and pulling something out.

"Who, where?" I asked excitedly, looking around the room.

He produced the objects from behind his back."Mr. Mop," he tossed one at me,"and Mrs. Bucket." I caught that too.

"Yippee." I muttered.

"Ye'll be washin' the floor in the mess hall, and peelin' potatoes afterward." he finished. Andrews looked exited. They must be crazy, that mess hall was HUGE.

"Well what did Forbes do?" I asked bitterly.

"Major Forbes spent the morning picking off dried molasses from under the mess hall's tables." Andrews intervened for the cook.

I snorted. I swear this is just like highschool.

I spent most of the bloody afternoon washing and srubbing the bloody floor, with a bloody Mr. Mop, and a bloody Mrs. Bucket, under the watchful, yet annoying eye of Liuetenat Andrwes. Every secondmade me hate him more. The second half of the afternoon I spent on the kithen floor, slouching against the brickwall, peepling potatoes with a dull knife andlistening to Jerry the Cook speak of the glory days in the old country, Ireland. When it was time for lunch, whih they call dinner here, I thought that they would finally let me go. But they didn't. Just my luck. Jerry the Cook pulled me off the floor and sent me into the officer's dining room, as a waitress, I was to serve them some good-looking meat and potatoes, waaay better food than what the soldiers got.

When I entered that room, all of the officers sat around a long wooden, retangular table with a white linen cloth. Forbes was on Robert's right hand. They were animatedly talking, but silenced and stood when I entered. ommon ourtesy. How sweet. They sat back down, and Forbes looked away, hidniga smile. I served them silently, going around the table, ladleing out their food onto their white china-plates. I served harlie, who smiled at me, then Forbes, who winked, and finally Robert. But my hand grew tired, and I was about to transfer the tray to my other hand, but I missed it, and the roast beef and mashed potatoes came tumbling down right on his spick-and-span navy blue suit.

Oh God.

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