Author's note, Ok, this is in tribute to Lily who enjoyed this little part of my other work so much I've incorperated it in here. I've changed the setting, characters, even the story. Enjoy. It's shamless fluff, sorry.

Diana walked out of customs exhausted, wishing she hadn't worn an underwire. Now she was braless in the Czech Republic. Glad she'd brought a sweater she'd stolen from Hoot's closet in their apartment. Once outside of the room she dropped her bag and pulled the oversized grey sweater.

A few looks from around annoyed her but she'd survive.

The sweater fell to her bum, the sleeves four inches past her hands, and it smelled like Hoot. A grin spread across her face.

Diana picked up her bag and walked through the airport. Wishing she had paid more attention to her german tapes. She could pick out words here and there. Ignoring the baggage claim she only had her one.

She headed toward the exit where two men waited with a sign, Diana McKnight

Both were clearly army.

They were dressed in army green, layers for the cold winter.

She walked over to them and said, "I'm Diana, your the two Sanderson sent for me?"

They nodded, the black man pointed to himself, "I'm Nigel, he's Frank, your cuter then Sanderson said you were."

Diana smiled then asked, "Which one of you sent me the whorey panty set?"

The two men looked at one another, Frank rubbed his short red hair, "Lambross maybe?"

Lambross sounded right to Diana, she'd met him at the Delta Christmas party on base a year ago. It was the only time all the Delta's that had trained together were on the same base, and over a holiday. It was after the party that new noise restrictions were instated.

Over New Years she had to bail seven of them out of jail.

"Anyway, Sanderson has him out at a bar. We're supposed to be out on a food run for the party later. We'll drop you off and head to the bar, you'll have like...twenty minutes till Sanderson brings him home. And remember Lambross rooming with Hoot, but he'll probably be so hammered he'll be out of it." Nigel told Diana, she nodded and gave Frank her bag.

Nigel sided up to her, "So how old is Hoot?"

"Yeah, we should know how old our buddy is."

Diana grinned, "Look on his records."

"Those are confidential," Frank shot back.

"Like Sanderson's wife's pregnancy test?" Diana asked, that hadn't gone over well at all.

Frank blushed, "Inquiring minds needed to know."

A little later...

After a brief car trip Diana stepped inside the Army apartment Hoot and Lambross shared.

Small. Smelly. And there was a good chance she could be a millionaire if she turned in all the beer bottles on the floor.

Outside the car sped away from the apartment building.

Frank drove like her father, he thought the car was capable of flight.

She stepped over a pair of jeans, Hoots. Lambross didn't have long enough legs to fill those jeans out. The thought of his long legs brought on a rush she hadn't felt in a month. Germany wasn't far away, but if you were only six monthes in a new relationship it seemed farther then it was.

Diana headed down the hall, past what looked like a pile of porno magazines. Right outside Lambross's room. She knew this because of the nudie posters on the wall, door, window. Not counting the calenders and magazines by the bed.

Sanderson had been a cleaner roomie.

She then looked to the bathroom, and decided she didn't even want to see that.

The next door was a closet, when he peeked inside were ironed uniforms. Hoot's. And several cases that housed large guns.

Diana closed that door and walked down to the last door.

Hoot's bedroom.

She stepped inside and dropped her bag on the floor. The bed was simple and made, pushed against the wall. No fancy wall art or naked women decorated the wall.

Nothing.

He'd left all his stuff at their apartment.

She walked over to the dresser and looked at the two pictures. One of Hoot's beloved mother, or Momma. Next to that was Hoot's favorite picture of the two of them. Diana grimaced at the sight of it. She'd been bloated from her period. Looked horrible in the swimsuit at the hottub, and her hair was frizzy, but it'd been a fun evening. Her favorite picture of them had her on a mountain in Germany. She had windblown hair, chapped lips, red eyes, Hoot had gotten mustard all over their clothes, but she looked ten pounds lighter.

About twenty minutes later...

Sanderson followed Hoot into the apartment while two Delta's crucified a rather drunk Lambross to the mailboxes, with tape.

The night had been a celebration. But Hoot wished he could've spent his birthday with Diana. But he'd been in the military long enough he knew how life went. Sanderson could see this on his friends mind.

Evident when Hoot nursed one beer for three hours.

Hoot unlocked the door, ignoring the sounds of Lambross's curcifixion.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Sanderson asked.

Hoot looked to Sanderson, "My youth."

"Your four years younger then me, fuck you."

Hoot snickered and pushed the door open. A annoyed sigh came when he saw the mess Lambross had left. "Aw shit." He then yelled over Sanderson's head, "Strip'is ass too!"

Sanderson shook his head and shoved his friend in the apartment. "Well I got you something anyway."

Hoot walked into the apartment and threw his keys onto the couch, he threw his jacket over next. "What's that? And I swear ta God if ya got me a stripper like Lambross I'll kill ya."

Sanderson made a face while he thought it over, "Not a stripper. It's in your room."

"A heater?"

"Hey, the heat in this building works most of the time. Quit your bitchen."

Hoot ignored his friend and stormed down the hall. Half expecting a hooker or stripper on his bed, again. He rolled his eyes at the stacks of Porno magazines.

Sanderson watched his friend open his bedroom door and freeze. Hoot looked back to Sanderson with a grin, he mouthed thank you, then walked in the room and locked the door.