A/N: Well, I have been getting a few more reviews, since I last posted, so I'm a little happier now, but please keep them coming.

Thank you Anon for the advice. I'm trying not to make her a Mary-Sue, and trying my best to incoporate flaws and stuff. I'll be keeping that in mind for now on.

Thanks Again!

Twitch


Rea fell on her bed dead tired. She had just gotten back from the rest of the tour, but was barely able to get through that, she was so tired. Willy and Charlie had given her the grand tour of the factory, every single room! They had done the whole factory because it was shut down for the day to give the workers a well deserved break, and she had not seen one worker around that day. They had done half before dinner, ate, then did the other half of the factory. Her feet hurt, she was exhausted, and wanted nothing more then to go to sleep.

'I can't believe that there are that many rooms in this place.' she thought to herself, closing her eyes.

She sighed, got up and walked to her closet. She grabbed a pair of black sweat pants and a black spaghetti string tank top, and grabbed a bottle of pills from her army bag that her doctor had given her. They were for any kind of pain, headaches, or if she went into slight shock from reliving something in battle. She headed to her bathroom, with her things, and shut the door. She changed into her clothes, throwing her uniform in the hamper, beside the sink. She left her dog tags on, because she never took them off. She brushed her teeth, and her hair, and finally washed her face, careful not to hit her cut to bad.

She went to throw the washrag into the hamper, and screamed, backing quickly out of the bathroom into her room. There was a little man in her bathroom, that came to about her knee, wearing a strange red suit taking her things out of her hamper.

Her bedroom door had swung open, and standing there was Willy Wonka, still dressed, with a worried look on his face. "What? What is it?" he asked looking over at her.

"There's…There's something in my bathroom." she said, still freaked out.

"Oh really?" he said, walking over to her bathroom and looking in. He looked back at her confused, there was nothing out of the ordinary in her bathroom. "I don't see anything." he said to her.

"There was a little man in there!" she exclaimed. Then the little man walked out of her bathroom and stood next to Willy. "There!" she said pointing at him. "That's him!"

Willy looked down at him, "But he's just an Oompa-Loompas, he's supposed to go in there and clean up. They're imported directly from Loompaland. They are such wonderful workers. But I must warm you that they are quite mischievous, always making jokes."

"Oompa-Loompas?" Rea said in disbelief, then she remembered Charlie mentioning them earlier. "Oh, ok."

The Oompa-Loompas started tugging on Willy's pants leg, and he leaned down, while the Oompa-Loompas whispered something into his ear. "Uh huh, ok." Willy said standing up. "He said that you scared him really bad when you screamed."

Rea looked at the little Oompa-Loompas, I guess he would have been scared by someone suddenly screaming. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you, you just startled me." she apologized.

The Oompa-Loompas crossed his arms across his chest and then went back into the bathroom to continue what he was doing. Willy went to leave, but Rea stopped him. "I thought you said that all of the workers were off today."

"Some like to work then take breaks." was all he said as he walked out and shut the door behind him.

She walked back over to the bathroom peering in to see if the Oompa-Loompas was still there, but she saw no sign of the red suit. She turned off the light and closed the door. She headed over to her bed, turning the room light off as she went and climbed in under her covers. She signed as she closed her eyes. The bed was so comfortable that she had completely forgot about the Oompa-Loompas and everything and drifted off to sleep.

'Rea was walking through town beside the other six members of her squad. They were clearing a very small town, and to take in any suspects to believed hostile. They had went through house after house walking around and checking out the people that lived there. The soldiers had there guns out and ready to use at all times when doing this, just in case something happened.

Rea and three others had just walked out of a house to join the rest that were keeping watch outside of the houses door. They started walking down the dusty street, the dust swirling around there boots as they walked, keeping there eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.

They were just about to go into another house, at the edge of the town, when a loud 'BOOM' went off somewhere behind them, followed immediately by machine gun shots. The seven soldiers quickly took cover facing where the sound had occurred from, and returned fire.

When Rea had coordinated herself she was able to see around her bunker and see that two of her men where lying in the middle of the street, having not taken cover quickly enough. This angered her and she fired at the people that were shooting at her and her men.

"How many are there!" She shouted out to the men.

"I count six!" one had yelled out, she recognized it as Frank. "Wait make that five!" he corrected himself as he killed one.

"I've got one on the right about 20 meters away! Two out front 30 meters away! And one to the left 15 meters away!" another soldier shouted out, Neal she recalled.

"That's only four! Frank! Where's the fifth one!" Rea yelled out to him.

"I lost him! He backed off and disappeared!" he said.

"Damn it!" Rea exclaimed. He could be anywhere.

They continued firing trying to take them down for about two minutes, when Frank yelled again. "There he is! In the middle of the street!…He's got a bomb! TAKE COVER!"

Rea looked and saw the man hurl a bomb in her general direction. Rea felt like she as in slow motion as he continued to come at her and she scrambled her way to the left, trying to get out of range. She almost made it out of range when she heard the bomb go off, making her ears ring, and she felt something hit her head, but where she couldn't tell. She felt her body being lifted off the ground and then coming down hard on her left arm, where she felt her wrist snap. She cried out in pain as she continued to slid a few feet, feeling something cut her arm, but her mind was more concentrated on her wrist.

She closed her eyes tightly crying out, "I'm hit! I'm hit!" were the only words she was able to form and yell out.

She barely could make out the sounds of someone running over towards her, and then someone grabbing her shoulders and dragging her behind a building for cover. "You're gonna be alright, LT." she heard someone say above her, as then begun removing her jacket to get a better look at her arm.

She opened her eyes slightly to see who was above her, and saw Frank, frantically working to help her. When she felt him take her arm out of her jacket the sudden movement sent pain shooting through her, and she screamed out. "I'm sorry." she heard him say over the gun fire. She looked over at her arm and saw that her wrist was already starting to swell and bruising start to appear. She then saw that the length of her arm was covered in blood, from the cut she must have sustained. When Frank started to wrap her arm the best he could she cried out when the gauze hit it.

When he finished bandaging her up, he helped her sit up to lean against the building. He picked up his gun and went to the corner of the building to help take down the rest of the hostiles. She watched him helplessly, the paint in her arm keeping her from doing anything else. Then she heard him cry out and fall to the ground, "Frank!" she tried screaming.

Rea jolted awake, in her bed, in a cold sweat. That was way to real for her own liking, it was like she was there again and couldn't do anything, but watch from the sidelines. She got out of bed shakily and made her way to the bathroom where she went through her medicine cabinet, looking for a bottle of pills she had put in there before she went to sleep. She found them and downed two of them with a drink of water and leaned on the sink, with her eyes closed. It had been about two and a half week since then, and she still could remember it perfectly.

Regaining her composure, and stopping the shaking, Rea walked back out to her room. She went over to her dresser that had all of her pictures sitting on it and picked up a small black picture frame. It was a picture of her and her squad, they had gotten the picture done, when they met each other the first time. Rea had sent some home to Elizabeth, and she guessed that her sister probably thought the she would like one in her room. They didn't know that day, but soon found that they were a close knit group of people, who cared for one another, and would do anything to help each other when the time came.

She smiled down at the seven people that in the picture. They were all in full uniform, ready for anything. They were standing in front of a tank with four people in the back standing up, and three in the front row, kneeling. Rea was in the front middle, smiling.

To her left was Frank 'Smoke' O'Neil. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and wore glasses. He go this nickname because he was the first person to usually shoot someone down, when they entered a firefight. He was kind, and was always ready for about anything. He was sent home with her, because on that day she had been caught by the bomb, he had received a gun shot to the shoulder, after bandaging her.

To her right was Neal 'Twitch' Riddle. He had short dirty blonde hair, and blue dark blue eyes. He was the shortest one out of all of them and would always flinch and twitch before a mission. It was his nerves that got to him, but he was friendly all the same, and a good soldier.

In the back row on the left end was Greg 'Psycho' McMurray. He had brown hair with blonde highlights in it and dark brown eyes. He was ready for anything and would do anything, sane or insane, hence how he was nicknamed Psycho. He was funny, and always made them laugh, not to mention flirted with her all the time, since she was the only woman in the squad.

On the right, next to him was Trent 'Red' Gibbon. He had black hair, and bright blue eyes. He was always quiet, and did whatever he was told. He never objected to anything. He got his nickname from a red scarf that he wore around his neck that his girlfriend had given him when he left for war. Sadly, he was shot down the day of the surprise attack.

Behind Rea, and to the right, was Mike 'Tracker' Dolohov. He had short blonde hair, and green eyes. He was always relaying information they would get, because he carried around the radio and tracking system. If you needed to fin something, you would go ask tracker and no matter what he would find it. He, too, got shot down that day with Red.

Lastly, next to him was brown hair, hazel eyed, Travis 'Snip' Lepage. The best shooter in the entire army, someone had said the day they all met. He was known throughout the whole army as being able to make ridiculous shots hit there mark, with nothing but his gun and excellent eyes.

Rea smiled as she looked at the photograph, a few tears coming to her eyes. She traced the picture of Frank, she was eternally grateful to him. He had saved her life, and taken a hit for helping her. She then traced the pictures of Red and Tracker. Two people whom she cared for, and missed greatly, for she would never see them again in this life.

She tore her eyes away from the photograph as she set it back down on the dresser. She walked back to her bed thinking about her men, and climbed in. She looked over at her clock that said 3:30 a.m. She still had a few hours to try and sleep before she had to get up and run around the factory again. She closed her eyes and after a while she finally drifted off to sleep, thankfully, not plagued by dreams.