DISCLAIMER: No disrespect is meant to the real Band of Brothers.
Chapter 12
She heard the men enter with the wounded man, yet she kept her back turned merely pointing to where they needed to put him down. She listened as they catalogued his injuries and the amount of morphine he'd had. Nodding she told them they could leave and she'd have help arriving in a moment. When the room was quiet except for the breathing of the wounded man, she looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath bracing herself for what she already knew she'd see.
Turning she heaved a sigh of relief that his head was turned away from her but there was no mistaking the dark hair of the curve of his jaw. Easing around the litter she leaned her hip against it and caressed his jaw, part of her was screaming to start treatment, but another part just wanted to touch him, allow herself the pleasure of touching without his condensing looks.
The pain radiating up her arm finally broke the spell and she slowly turned her head to see what was causing the pain. Gene stood gripping her arm and giving her a concerned look. "Oh Gene when did you get here?"
"I've been calling your name, what's wrong with you? We need to get the bullets out and get these wounds treated."
The pain coupled with the realization of him dying got her moving again. "Right sorry, give me the forceps, its better he stay unconscious while I do this. In fact put your weight on him in case he moves."
Bending to peer at his shoulder she glanced at his face only briefly then went about her mission to pull the bullet from his shoulder. Amazingly he never moved and she fell back on her training as a doctor and quickly removed the bullet dropping into the pan beside her. Wiping her forehead she looked at Gene, "okay everything else is a clean wound. Let's get some sulfur on them and then wrapped. You take care of that, I'll grab the penicillin then we'll move him into the other room."
Gene grabbed her arm, "you gonna be okay?"
She glanced down at Ron and then back and Gene smiling. "He's alive and he's gonna live I'm going to be fine."
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She had no idea how long she sat starting at him, it could have been minutes or hours for all she knew. Rubbing her eyes she knew she had to sleep and she couldn't stay here. Reaching out she grasp his hand and rubbed her fingers across the scratches on the back of his hand and the bruises he had on his knuckles. She didn't want to think about how he'd gotten those. She kissed each bruise and softly laid his hand back down. Laying a hand on his chest she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Brushing his ear with her lips she whispered the words she wished she had the guts to speak while he was awake.
"No matter what, I love you Ron. I don't know why but I do. When you wake up maybe you can get past your stubbornness and come to me for once." Kissing his lips softly she turned and left the room he was sleeping in, never seeing his eyes open with her departure.
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She felt the bed shift under her and rolled to her side. The feeling on someone softly brushing her hair away from her face had her waving her hand to get them to stop.
"I know you're tired sweetie, but if you don't get to the hospital he's going to kill someone."
Rolling over she saw Shauna sitting on the bed beside her smiling. "Oh, it's you, what do you want?"
"Well it seems you failed to tell anyone we had a special guest and needless to say he's raising hell and unless you get over there and calm him down, we're all in danger."
"What time is it, I have no idea what you talking about, what's going on?"
Shauna grabbed her arm and pulled her to a sitting position. "Well it would seem that Ron is extremely averse to letting anyone ship him back to Mourmelon. We need you to either calm him down or talk to the doctor. I can't do anything I've tried."
"Uh, okay then help me get to my feet, I've only had a few hours of sleep I'll go right now." Pulling her boots on she headed toward out the door wondering how she was going to calm down either him or the doctor.
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"Look, he's fine, he can stay and rest for a few days and then send him back to the unit."
The doctor didn't appear to be listening and his writing didn't slow. "Oh so now you're a doctor and can predict what a patient needs?"
Sighing she folded her arms. Well actually I was a doctor in another life and he's just fine. Instead calm words left her mouth, "no I'm not a doctor but have you talked to him? Has it occurred to you that if he's making threats he's probably fine and just needs to rest?"
The doctor snorted, "he needs to go back to Mourmelon period. Now take this paperwork in there and let him know."
She snatched the paper away and walked into the next room to see Ron sitting up against the headboard looking pissed. Wonderful and she was going to be the bearer of bad news. "Well I'm glad to see you're awake."
At the sound of her voice he turned his head and gave her a smile. "I'm glad it's you. If I had to see that doctor one more time, somebody was going to get hurt. I've missed you Jamie, come over here and let me show you how sorry I am."
She stayed next to the door and toyed with the paper in her hands. "I don't think you're going to be very happy to see me when you know why I'm here. I have your transfer papers. You're going back to Mourmelon."
The warm smile left his face as quickly as it had come, "so you're just going to let them send me away? Guess that makes it pretty simple for you, not having me around anymore."
"Jesus, this has nothing to do with what is going on between us and I argued for you to stay. I was overruled. Besides it will only be long enough for you to heal and threaten some other doctor and escape the hospital."
He didn't look any happier but waved her over. "Fine, I'll be back very soon you can count on that. Now as I was saying, why don't you come over here and let me touch you."
She laughed and walked over to lay the papers on the table and sit in the chair next to the bed. "Well I don't think you'll be showing me much, but you did you ever consider the fact that we might be back in Mourmelon before you can break out of the hospital?"
"Nope, but give me your hand."
She eyes him with suspicion but handed over her hand. He took her hand in his and pulled her close enough for him to touch her fingers to his lips. He gently kissed each tip of her fingers and turned her hand over and kissed her palm, letting his tongue gently touch her palm.
She couldn't control the shiver that passed through her body and her eyes slide closed. She felt him undo her uniform sleeve and slide up her arm. Her eyes popped open when his fingers touched the edge of the long gash on her arm. She watched as he pulled the sleeve up further and looked over the damage. "What happened?" The sweet teasing sound in his voice has disappeared and now was cold and demanding.
She sighed and slid her hand away from him. "Eindhoven. I was there when the Germans decided to punish the city. I was helping the injured and a piece of glass cut my arm. It's really not that big of a deal, Doc has taken a look at it, cleaned the wound and everything is okay."
"No it's not okay you need to stop taking stupid risk, what the hell were you still doing in Eindhoven? I thought Easy moved straight through there?"
"I stayed to help someone and got separated. Why all the questions?"
Ron rubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. "Damn it I thought you were told to stay with them and not go running off on your own. What the hell was so important to risk you life for?"
Jamie laughed and shook her head, "you've got some nerve accusing me of stupid acts. I'm not the one lying in bed shot from trying to swim a river. Besides you don't own me, I don't answer to you."
When she stood he grabbed her arm. "So you're just going to leave without telling me?"
"Yep that's right, have a nice trip back to Mourmelon." Turning she headed for the door but his voice stopped her.
"If you walk out right now don't think I'll ever let you walk back in."
Without turning she walked out the door making sure to slam it behind her. She got a slight twinge of satisfaction as she heard something hit the door. Walking down the hallway she managed to keep her emotions in control. Let him be mad at her, in the end this might work for both of them. Why in her first life she'd ever let him have that much control was beyond her. Because you loved him, the same reason you're about to cry now. Slamming out of the hospital she walked straight into Roe.
"Whoa Jamie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you'll be relieved to know that Ron is being shipped to Mourmelon today. I'm going to bed. See you later Gene."
He watched her walk away thinking she was way to calm with this situation.
Mourmelon, France
"Do you know what I hold in my hands? Well since you don't I'll save you the guessing game, I hold four, count them four, 48 hour passes to England. That is one for you, me and Nix, oh yeah and one extra for anyone you'd want to bring."
"Hmm, sounds nice, I hope you and Nixon have a good time oh and don't do anything I wouldn't. Oh wait that would keep you from going, have a good time Shauna."
Shauna's normally warm chocolate eyes darkened to almost black. "Oh you are so not going to do this. Nixon went out of his way to get two extra passes and you little miss have been sitting in our room pouting ever since we got back. I've had it and if you won't ask him, then I will."
Jamie had to nearly jump the desk to grab Shauna before she made it out the door. "Oh please don't, he told me he didn't want to see me again and well we've been back for two weeks now and he has to know, I mean I saw him last night at the restaurant and he wouldn't even look my way."
"Oh sweetie, don't do this, let me talk to him. I promise you won't forget it."
Jamie let her arm go and walked back around the desk. "Fine, do what you want I won't beg you and I'm sure not about to beg him, but when he won't go don't tell you I didn't warn you."
Shauna smirked and laid down one of the passes in front of her. "Oh I'll consider myself warned." Spinning Shauna practically danced out of the room living Jamie with a bad feeling that she'd just been set up.
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"So I hear you didn't even want to try and ask me? Afraid are you?"
The voice so close in her ear had her gripping the glass in her hand tighter. "No not afraid, I just believe someone when they tell me never come back and besides you've not exactly been beating my door down."
He slid onto the stool next to her and pulled her legs around he had them bracketed between his. His hand rubbing a slow train up and down her thigh, "well you know a man can make a stupid mistake from time to time. I guess this was mine. You're going aren't you?"
Laying her hand over his she was able to stop his slow caress. "Well I suppose that all depends on if I've been given a good enough reason to go."
He smiled and leaned in to brush his lips across her neck. "Okay, I have an offer for you. The offer is you and me, alone and naked for 48 hours. Is that a good enough offer?"
She smiled and cupped his face between her hands, "hmm, that's an interesting offer, but I have a question, how are your wounds?"
He grinned and lifted her chin with his finger, "want to take me clothes off and find out?"
She dropped her hands, "so what I'm only good for a quick screw? Is that why you want to take me?"
His lips thinned and he growled, "damn it woman, what do I have to do to prove that I'm in love with you? What can I do to stop you from pushing me away?"
Sighing she shook her head, "I never said no. I just wanted to know how you felt and now…well I know. Yes I'll go with you and just so you know…I love you too?"
He laughed and kissed her softly. "Yeah I know I heard you in Holland."
"Oh you cheat, I was worried you were going to die or I would have kept quiet."
Kissing her quickly he stood, "yeah I know, have to love near death experiences. So I'll pick you up in the morning. Don't pack much."
She watched him walk out of the bar and then turned back to her drink, swallowing it in one go. She was in trouble now, that's for sure.
London, England
The bed beneath her was soft and the sheets rubbing against her naked body were nothing more than a soft caress. They had arrived late last night with Nixon and Shauna quickly disappearing into their room, while Ron and Jamie took their time. Oh there had been nothing missing in their lovemaking and her body was aching in the most wonderful places. Rolling to her back she reached across for Ron to find his side of the bed empty.
Pushing up to her elbow she could just make out his side of the bed through the closed drapes. Her hand coming in contact with cold sheets, not a trace of his body heat remained. Sighing she dropped back down on the mattress. She probably deserved this after she'd left him. Closing her eyes she tried to make herself to get up, but couldn't. After all the room was paid for, she might as well stay here and sleep for the next two days.
He quietly opened the door and saw that other than her having rolled to her back she was still asleep. That was what he wanted, it had taken a while for them to prepare the breakfast but now he was going to be able to serve her in bed, and the last thing he's wanted was for her to wake up and find him gone. Sitting the tray down on the table he quietly crossed the room to the bed and sat on the edge staring down at her.
Her face was soft and relaxed in sleep and his fingers itched to trace the delicate shape of her jaw. Instead those same fingers gently reached for her scared arm. He'd never brought it up again, but he wished she'd trust him enough to tell her what had happened. Oh he believed her that a piece of glass had done the damage, what he didn't know was why she'd stayed.
He'd watched her today on the train ride to London and how sad she'd looked at every child that passed. Did she feel like she was missing something by being with him? Did she think he'd never want those kinds of things for himself? Sighing he stood and headed into the bathroom to retrieve the robe. As much as he'd enjoy watching her eat naked, they'd never leave the room today if they did and there was something he needed to do.
Walking to the table he picked up a cup of coffee and went back to the bed, dropping the robe at the foot. "Okay sleepy head, I know it was a long night, but the coffees getting cold and well if you really want to stay in bed…"
Her eyes opened and the sleep slowly cleared from them, "you came back? I thought…"
Sitting down the cup he leaned in to kiss her. "You thought I'd left you? No, just went to get some breakfast and let's eat, London is a big town.
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He'd left her sitting at the café while he went to run the errand he said was critically important. Sighing she glanced at the tea in front of her and pushed it away. She'd had a bad feeling ever since she woke up this morning and it had only intensified as the day went. Part of her felt she knew what was going on with him, but the part who wanted to live in the moment refused to face it.
The lips that brushed her neck caused her to jump. "Gees, where do you go when you keep your thoughts to yourself woman?"
"I don't know I was just thinking, why do you insist in sneaking up on me?"
"Jamie I didn't. I called your name and even sat down beside you before I kissed you. What is your problem? You've been nervous the entire time we've been here? What's going on?"
She dropped her head into her hand and began to stack cubes of sugar with her other hand. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not sure what is going on between us? It…it doesn't make me comfortable not knowing where I stand."
Ron slowly reached for the hand she was using to stack the sugar and pulled it to his lips. "You are the woman I love, that's all you should worry about. Come on sweetheart, let's have diner in the room and well, desert we'll leave to ourselves."
Her green eyes met warm hazel ones and for just that moment in time she shivered with fear. She knew that sometime in the future they would stare at her with hate. Turning so dark she wasn't sure where the iris and pupil met. But for this moment in time, nothing but love and desire shown in his eyes, this would have to be enough. Smiling she pulled her hand free, "okay, that sounds very nice."
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He'd watched her through diner and had enjoyed the teasing strokes to her skin. The box in his pocket was weighing heavy and demanded his attention. Standing he pulled her to her feet, bringing her body flush with his. His lips finding her neck, his blood beginning to boil with the sound of her sighs, "come here a moment."
Pulling her with him he placed her in front of the full length mirror and moved his hands to the zipper of her dress. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Unzipping the dress he let it drop to her feet, taking in the beauty of her body encased in just a bra and garter belt. He slowly ran his hands down her arms to her hand and entwined her fingers with his. "I love you Jamie, I feel like you've always belonged to me and I know now isn't the time for strong sentiment, but I have something for you."
She closed her eyes and refused to open them even when he stepped away from her, his heat leaving her back for only a moment, then he was back, his lips brushing the side of her neck, his words caressing her, "I hope you like it." She felt the weight of the necklace settle around her neck and the tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. Slowly she opened her eyes and met his in the mirror. "It's beautiful Ron, thank you. I'll never take it off. But tell me, why me? Out of all the women you know, why love me this way?"
Behind her he shrugged, "I told you, I can't explain it, but in you I've found something I can't name something I've always wanted."
"Answer me this, will you always love me, will you always believe me no matter what?"
His gaze met hers in the mirror, his determined showing not one moment of doubt, hers unsure of the answer. "Jamie, I love you, there is nothing you could do or say that would make me doubt that."
Nodding her head she heard the voice in her mind once again, alright then, something happens, what is so bad that he turns against you. You better find out before its' all too late.
The necklace was just as she remembered. But this time it was his fingers stroked across the design, the two emeralds in the setting glittering in the dim light. "When I saw it, all I could think of was it around your neck while I poured myself inside you. I want you, now, here just like this."
She bent her head to kiss his finger then lifted her eyes to meet his in the mirror. "Yes Ron, just like this."
She closed her eyes as his hands freed her breast from the bra and dropped it to the floor. His fingers softly caressed her nipples and ran slowly under her breast and further down her ribs, stopping at her navel. She felt him move in front of her and his hands slid down her thighs the brush of his uniform against her legs caused her to shiver. The first brush of his mouth across her swollen folds had her gripping his hair and calling his name. Opening her eyes she watched his back in the mirror, her hand dug into his hair, his arms wrapped around her thighs. Closing her eyes she gave all of herself into the passion she was feeling.
Ron felt her body sway into him and tore his mouth free of her, standing he bent and picked her up in his arms carrying her to the bed. Gently laying her on the sheets he stood back and slowly began to remove his uniform, her heated gaze upon him as each inch of skin was revealed made him even harder. Finally as the last article of clothing dropped to the floor he crawled onto the bed beside her, his hand stroking down her stomach in small circles. "Tell me what you want baby? Whatever it is, I'll give it to you."
"I want nothing but you Ron, now and forever."
She felt the weight of his body settle over her, the hardness of his body stroking against her. The simple feel of the hair on his legs stroking against her legs was sending her higher. When he entered her, the ache from last night only added to the pleasurable stretch of his invasion. Pushing up against him she took him deeper, her teeth taking small bites from his shoulder.
He felt her teeth nip along his shoulder and longed to feel her nails score his back. But she'd broken then off and all he felt was her fingers dig deep into the muscles of his back. He surged harder into her, wanting for that moment to be as close to her as possible. She was his life, without her nothing would matter. Leaning down he nipped her ear, "tell my baby, say what I need to hear."
"I love you Ron. I need you, you are mine and I'm yours always."
Her last words were spoken in pants and her body tightened in response to his strokes. He felt the tension build from the small of his back and down into his legs, surging him forward into her as her orgasm gripped him, milking him, his name but a sigh on her lips. With one last surge he poured himself inside her. Wish for just a moment it truly was inside her rather than the condom encasing him.
Mourmelon, France
Gene watched her silently as they packed the few bags they could find, every supply more priceless than the last. Shauna had just left carrying twelve aid bags and was going to give them to the first medics she came across. The word had come shortly before five they would be moving out for destination unknown in a few hours. They were to gather every last supply they could and be at the trucks prepared to move no later than midnight.
Jamie had been quiet ever since she'd returned from England and Gene was worried, he'd seen the necklace around her neck and knew that was just another piece of the puzzle falling into place. He'd wanted to ask her about it but there never seemed to be a good time. Finally he filled the last bag and stood watching her. "Can I ask if what you have around your neck is a good thing or a bad thing?"
She stood and faced him, her face devoid of color except for her green eyes shining in the light. "It's the final piece of the mystery. My fate has been set in motion with no clear picture of a way to change the end." Walking over she kissed him on the cheek. "This discussion is for later Gene; right now we have a job to do."
