Back to the Past

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A/N: I really, really hate school right now. I mean, seriously, what's wrong with falling asleep during history? Thanks to CharmedClover, hope master, Anarra and DrewFullerFanLife for reviewing!

In this chapter things said or done by our Tanya and Chris will be in normal font, and things that happen with Chris and Tanya who live in this time will be in italics.

Chapter Fourteen: War

Chris stood patrolling the streets and watching for any Jews or prisoners outside. He was a German police officer and his main job was to watch for Jews or those who didn't support Hitler.

Of course, Chris didn't support Hitler anyway, but none of the other Germans knew that, since he had been so good at keeping up his act. If he hadn't pretended to be a supporter, his whole family would be dead now, and it was Chris' job to protect them.

Chris would never hurt or abuse anyone, even Jews, as the other officers did, unless he was in danger of being found out. That had only happened one time, and Chris had let the man get away anyway.

There was only one person aside from his family who knew his secret. Her name was Tanya, and she and her family didn't support Hitler either. He had known her for years, ever since they were children and he was her best friend.

Although he never told anyone, he was in love with her, and he had been for years. But no one could know, because he already had a girlfriend, Bianca, and she was the daughter of a German and a follower of Hitler. He could never tell her how he felt, especially because she had a boyfriend, Sam.

As Chris walked back and forth, his gun over his shoulder, he noticed a dark haired girl sitting by herself on a bench. Realizing it was Tanya, he began to walk over to her, but another man reached her before he did, sitting next to her.

He knew it was Sam, her boyfriend, another German, but he, like Bianca supported Hitler. Chris hated him, mainly because he had Tanya, but he hated him nonetheless.

"Hey Chris, look. See that guy in the uniform? That's you," Tanya said.

Chris looked up and saw himself. "Please tell me I don't support Hitler."

"You don't support Hitler."

"Thank you."

Tanya looked up again and gasped.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

"That's Sam on the bench next to me," she replied.

"You're right, that is Sam. I guess that means we're not together in this time then."

"Yeah, Bianca should be here too somewhere."

"I think we know each other in this time too," Chris said, noticing how the Chris in the uniform was staring at Tanya.

She nodded. "Come on, let's go listen to what Sam and Tanya are saying."

The two walked closer and listened to the words; Tanya translating as well as she could for Chris.

"I have to leave tomorrow," Sam said.

"You've been called to fight?" she asked.

He nodded.

"How long?"

"I don't know. At least until this war ends."

Tanya was quiet as she thought about never seeing him again. Although no one knew, she didn't really love Sam, but it would be horrible if he went to war. She thought about what might happen to him in battle. She knew it was dangerous and he could get hurt. Sure, she didn't love him, but she wanted him to be safe.

Her thoughts turned to her best friend, Chris. She'd known him for years, and she had always loved him, but he had a girlfriend whom he had been with for a long time, which meant she could never tell him how she felt. Tanya knew Chris would never love her the way he loved Bianca.

Sam leaned over to give her a kiss goodbye and stood up. "I have to go," he said, and then he walked away.

"Wait," she cried, before he left. She jumped up and gave him a long hug. She finally released him, and, giving her a small smile, he walked slowly away. Although neither of them knew it at the time, this was the last time they would ever see each other.

Chris watched as Sam walked away, and then he headed over to her. "Hi," he said.

She smiled weakly up at him, but he could tell she was fighting not to cry. "Hi."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She sighed. "Sam's been called to fight. He's leaving tomorrow."

"I'm so sorry," he said. "But that's not the only thing that's bothering you. Come on, what else is wrong?"

"My family's afraid someone's going to find out about us and kill us or take us away. My parents want us to go to America, where it will be safer."

"America?"

She nodded. "I might never see you again." Now this was something she was worried about.

"But at least you'd be safe."

"Yes, but even that's not a guarantee. Who knows if we'll be able to escape without getting caught? We don't know where we're going to go, or even how to get there."

"I'll help you."

She smiled. "I know you will."

Then Bianca walked over to them. "Hi Chris, hi Tanya," she said.

The two greeted her with a hello.

"I heard Sam's going to fight," she said.

Tanya nodded. "He's leaving tomorrow."

"So is my father," Bianca informed them.

"He wanted to fight?"

"Yes. He said he would do anything to fight for Germany and Hitler, anything to get rid of the Jews. My family is quite proud of him, but my mother doesn't want him to go. She thinks it's too dangerous."

"Well what do you think?" Chris asked.

"I don't want him to get injured of course, but if he wants to fight, let him go."

Tanya stood up. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, it's getting late. I'll see you some other time."

"I can't believe Bianca's family supports Hitler," Chris said.

"Yeah, well at least you don't."

"But both Bianca and Sam do."

She nodded. "Have you noticed anything weird about Chris and Tanya's relationship?"

"You mean like the fact that they both seem to care more about each other than Bianca or Sam?"

"Exactly."