Hi, so here is another chapter, I hope you all enjoy and I hope that you enjoy the suprise at the end.

I am planning a sequal to this story so while the next chapter will dive a little bit into the other side of this story it will not give you all the information.

My usual disclaimer's apply here.

There is a little bit of naughty beahviour here so watch out if it offends you.

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A Sister's Love

Chapter 17-Fog Of War

Jon is posted overseas and before he goes he and Liesl have it out about their feelings which leads to a shocking conclusion. And then a shockingly familiar face is found in the hospital where Liesl works and the sister's lives will never be the same again.

He was already awake when the knock on the door came. He had been expecting it if he was being honest with himself and besides Jon had stopped sleeping somewhere between Darwin and coming home. He was beyond exhausted and he had no right to be and he knew that as well. He was going home each night to his house, to his wife (though nobody knew that, that wasn't what it seemed) and his war consisted of an office and paperwork and not actually being overseas and out there.

Which is why he had put in his papers.

Jon wanted to go.

To the Pacific, to Germany, to England, to wherever he was needed but he wanted to go into the fire and do something.

He opened the door and took the papers that were offered with a small smile. The kid that was handing him them didn't look much older than he was and with a jolt that hit him with a cynical sense of amusement that he was only twenty three. He felt decades older than what he was and he had not even had to put up with even half of the shit that some of the younger boys had to deal with.

Death. Decay. Destruction.

He turned around and swore.

"Damn it Liesl don't do that"

"Sorry" she said though she didn't seem very sorry. Jon frowned. She was sat on the edge of the stairs watching him with that calm expression though there was a frown developing between her eyebrows. Liesl had a way of watching you that made you want to talk. It was one of the nicest things about her.

It was also one of the most unnerving things about her as well.

These feelings that had developed between him and his wife had been…odd…he'd had no idea what was going on between them but he felt almost like he was as virgin again (which he most certainly was not) when he and a girl were dancing around the precise of feelings that they didn't understand and yet at the same time desperately wanted too. It had always been the way with Liesl since he had first seen her in that little shack of a hotel in Switzerland.

"What is going on Jon?"

How to tell her he did not know but he wanted to tell her everything and anything and that was perhaps the most frightening of things. He had prided himself on the fact that as an Intelligence officer and also as the son of a man who used his fists more than once when the diner discussions reached…sanity…he knew when to keep his mouth shut but seeing her sat on the stairs wrapped in her dressing down with her hair falling over her shoulder made him want to scream out his feelings until he couldn't scream anymore.

"Jon?"

"I got my call up papers"

She blinked and she paused standing up and coming down the stairs so that they were standing face to face.

"I don't understand" She said very carefully "You are already in uniform"

"I…Liesl I cannot…I cannot sit in an office and do nothing. I need to go and do something, anything. I should be in the Pacific right now, or North Africa or somewhere and I cannot sit on my backside and watch as everyone goes and comes back in a body bag. I know I can help and if speaking German helps then I want to do it in Germany and France and Belgium and I want to be the one who figures out just what this bastard is planning next"

Liesl watched him and then…

"Does this have anything to do with being the bastard that kills your father?"

Jon paused. It didn't and yet it did all at the same time. His feelings for his father were complicated and complex and dangerous. Sometimes he was so angry that he couldn't even think of the man without wanting to throw something and at times he was so sad it made him want to vomit. It was complicated his hatred for his father and his undying love for his sister and when he saw Brigitta and Liesl together and that easy love that existed between the two of them and the quiet confidence that they both had in each other—that nothing would ever tear them apart it made him want to cry because he was never going to have that and that was reality. His sister was gone and even if he could get to her again there was nothing that he could do. She had seen too much, had lived too much of the war in Hitler's high command and he wasn't sure she would even want him to save her.

Jon knew that you couldn't save someone who didn't want to be saved.

Maybe that was why it was so easy with Liesl and Brigitta. They had needed saving even if neither one of them wanted to admit it and he had needed someone to save even if he never wanted to admit it. And here they were, another three lives in the constant turmoil that was the world now that one man had decided he wanted to rule the world.

There was something to be said for a democracy. You never really appreciated it until you were in danger of losing it. And that was why he had to go.

"It's not just my father." He said finally. "You…you wouldn't understand Liesl. It's about me, it's about me and the fighting that I have to do. I have to do this and though I want you to understand I know you might not"

She watched him again with those eyes and then she gave a delicate shrug.

"It is hard" she confessed quietly. "We just got you back and now you have to go again. I just got you back"

it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that she was fine. Her green card was in the post he was sure, the house was in her name, she had a job and she was his wife which guaranteed her his life insurance if he was shot—which was not out of the realm of possibility—but she was looking at him with that strange expression on her face and Jon was a weak man who had feelings for his wife that he did not understand and so he did something very, very stupid.

He kissed her.

Hard.

His mouth found hers and his tongue swept inside and Liesl's mouth yielded against his own and her hands were coming around his shoulders and he swore to God that Hitler himself could come through the door and he wouldn't have cared.

Breathing made them pull back and then Liesl was watching him.

"When do you have to go?" She asked quietly before Jon could do anything that might be stupid like…apologise for whatever the hell had come over him.

"Dinner time"

"Ah"

"Brigitta is still asleep" she said turning around and taking his hand. "Come up to bed"

"Huh?"

She turned around and smiled at him and there was something about this lovely confidence that made Jon fall a little bit more in love with her. He thought she was stunning and though he had never really believed in love (after all he had seen what it had done to his mother when she had 'fallen in love' with his father) he found that he didn't mind the idea of it right about now.

So he took her hand and followed her upstairs into her bedroom and for the first time in his life it did feel a little bit like love.

"So what is this the soldier's goodbye?" Jon asked finally. Liesl was breathless but she still managed to roll her eyes heavenwards.

"You wish"

Jon huffed a laugh and pressed an open mouthed kiss somewhere between her shoulder and her collarbone.

She was breathless, sweaty and there was an ache somewhere between her legs that she knew she was going to feel for the rest of the day if not the rest of the week but she did not care. From gossip magazines to conversations with boys to overheard conversations with the maids she had thought about this moment for years and yet it had been better than she had even possibly thought of him.

She breathed in and out again and turned so that she was wrapped up in his arms and she pulled him closer by his dog tags so that they were face to face again.

"I don't do this with every solider" she said teasingly. "I am a respectably married woman now"

Jon laughed once, his hands came down sliding over her stomach his fingers slipping lower so that she had to open her legs a little bit more so that he could find the spot that she had realised made something inside her spark.

"Yes I suppose you are. And heaven forbid I have to leave you now"

She shrugged using his dog tags to pull him closer.

"We do not need to talk about that now"

Indeed she did not even want to think about it. She wanted to think of nothing but his quick and clever fingers and the movement that was making her moan.

Jon smiled and this time, for the first time, it did meet his eyes.

"Yes Ma'am" he said and then his bent his curly head and kissed her.

He was gone by the night as he promised and though the goodbyes were hard and Brigitta watched her with eyes that said that she saw something had changed between them but thankfully her sister kept her own counsel. She thought that she would have to tell her at some point but she also thought that she was glad to be able to keep this most deliciously secret to herself for just a little while longer.

Brigitta had school and Liesl had a shift at the hospital and she thought that it would be hard to concentrate when she thought she could still feel him on her skin, his hands, his mouth, the ache between her legs all over again. But this was a hospital and she was a nurse and there had been a shipment of wounded American marines who had come off an island and back to Australia to be patched up and sent back again and it was easy for her to snap back into the routine and she went about her work.

The Sister on duty that day was one of the ones that she liked and therefore it made the job a hell of a lot easier. She had just finished taking the details of a solider who could not be older than eighteen when she was directed to another bed.

"He's dazed mostly" The Sister was saying "But he's been thrown about like a ragdoll over there and there's a sucking wound in his arm that should have seen him evacuated months ago but…" she stopped herself shaking her head once and pressing her lips together.

"He's flirting between languages and I think one of them is European…take a listen and let me know will you? If I need to get someone down here from the US Bases to figure out who he is…there's a good girl"

Liesl nodded. Everything here was cloaked in suspicion and it was pointless to explain to everyone that perhaps a solider speaking German did not make him a spy in uniform.

She pushed back the curtain and then turned to close it again. She turned back to begin to ask questions of the solider on the bed but then she stopped dead.

She knew that solider. She knew the blonde curly hair and the blue eyes that were staring at her with a dazed kind of amazement. She had known this solider all her life.

He was older now and the baby fat that he'd had had gone away hardened like they all had from war and hunger and worry and loss. The face was speckled with what was a thin beard and the eyes clouded with drugs and the hands that she had once held in her own crusted with dirt and blood.

But he was here. He was alive. He was whole and vibrant and breathing and she saw crackled lips attempt her name.

It was 1943 and the weather even here was turning a little and Liesl knew that soon it would be 1944 and it had been nearly four years since they had seen each other. She had been sixteen and he had been fourteen and now she was a a woman of twenty and he was a man of eighteen but he still looked the same and she reckoned he would still sound the same.

It was Friedrich.

Her baby brother Friedrich.

He was here, he was alive, there was family outside of her and Brigitta and she found that her knees had given out and she was sat on the bed clutching the dirty hand as it gripped back with a fever she didn't think he could possess.

"Liesl' he said in a cracked voice that had changed from the boy's voice she remembered, a boy turning on the edge of manhood.

"Friedrich" she said gripping back as if it was the only word that mattered. Indeed it was the only word that mattered right now.

"Friedrich"

And there you are hope you enjoy and I will do my best to bring you the next chapter sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Without ruining any plans for a sequel we see Friedrich's persepctive of the last few years and the events that saw him to a hospital bed in Australia and to a reunion with both his sisters.