Authors note: Well, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed

Authors note: Well, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. HOWEVER we have a teensy weensy problem. Now, I have a request for yaoi, which I have absolutely NO problem writing, but another person asked for me to write non-yaoi. Seen the problem yet? Well, what I'm going to need now is REVIEWS saying, "Yes make it yaoi" or "Aaaargh no do not make it yaoi on any account!" So there you have it, either way I don't mind people, so get reviewing. More description will be added now my friends so do not worry! Asuka Kureru, if you're reading this (which I hope you are ^_^) I'd really appreciate the help with French phrases because despite studying it for six years I still make mistakes. ^_^; you can get in touch with me at d_d_duley@hotmail.com well, on with the fic now.

Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Sharpe (on which this is partially based) or over the hills and far away, an old English song.

Dedications: this fic is dedicated to the memory of all those who lost their lives in the terrible tragedy that happened last Tuesday, I salute all the brave people who gave their lives to save someone else it was the greatest sacrifice you could have made, and I'm am proud of you even though I never knew you.

Here's forty shillings and a drum,

For those who'll volunteer to come,

To list and fight and fall today,

Over the hills and far away…

O'er the hills and o'er the main,

Through Flanders Portugal and Spain,

King George commands and we obey,

Over the hills and far away

Noise. That was the first thing he was aware of, shouts echoed from outside, making his head pound even harder than it already was.

Groaning Duo opened his eyes to see white canvas and a small washstand, there was a towel and a set of clothes across the back of a chair, but that was all. Blinking slightly he peered through the half-light that comes in a tent.

Blearily he looked around, taking note of everything. Ok where the hell am I? He remembered someone shouting about finding him…and being carried…and then…nothing.

Suddenly a loud noise from outside drew his attention back to the present again. A loud French officer had entered the room, letting the flap fall behind him again he eyed Duo with distaste. "English scum!" he spat, "I don't know why Captain Yuy saved you anyway, if I had had my way you'd be dead by now." He grinned, showing rotten teeth, "Or maybe not, you are a pretty little thing, let's hope Yuy doesn't keep you to himself." He leant forward and trailed a hand down Duo's cheek.

Instantly the boy leant backwards away from the foul breath and dirty hand. "Don't touch me!" He cried, panic showing in his voice.

"What's the matter English whore," Sneered the man, "Don't you want a real French man?" The hand trailed down his other cheek.

This time Duo didn't back away, there was nowhere to back away too, instead he bit down on he offending hand. Hard.

"AAARGH!" The man yelled, so loud that the whole camp probably heard. He raised a bunched fist and hit Duo across the side of his head, "I'll teach you to do that…"

"Lieutenant Mueller." The precise, cold voice rang out through the tent. "I ask you to step away from the English prisoner and treat him with more respect." Through dazed eyes Duo saw that the speaker was a man of rather tall bearings, with dark brown hair that appeared slightly rumpled and ice-blue eyes.

"But sir…" the Lieutenant Mueller protested.

"Silence!" The man didn't even raise his voice, but the anger was clear in his tones, "now get out."

Mueller left, shooting a last dark glance at the still cowering Duo. With the same frowning expression the dark-haired man turned back to questioning violet eyes.

"What?" He spoke English nearly perfectly.

"Why did you do that?"

The Captain smirked, "Because Mueller is an arrogant jerk who needs to be taken down a peg or two as you English say."

"Uh huh." Duo wasn't agreeing, merely making some sort of noise to keep the officer from doing anything else. [1]

Suddenly the Captain leant, forward, Duo immediately scrambled backwards, blood trickling from one corner of his mouth where he had been hit so hard by the brute earlier. "Don't touch me!"

The other man rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to touch you in that sense, I wanted to help you sit up properly."

"Oh. Ok." Slender hands helped him to sit up, and a handkerchief wiped the thin trail of blood away.

"There, that wasn't so painful was it?"

Violet stared into Cobalt for a second, before Duo broke the gaze, cheeks flushing slightly. "No."

To Be Continued…

[1] No, no hentai thoughts please, this didn't come out quite right ok?