Helllllooo I have only just watched inglorious basterds and seem to have fallen for Landa and for some reason ship him with Shoshanna...and there is a lack of fics with those two so here I am.. Hope you enjoy. M rated for later chapters. Characters are not mine obviously. Any reviews and suggestions are appreciated. Oh, and btw this is a slow burn. Also ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes as English is not my first language and I have no beta.

At the restaurant:

Shoshanna was in the middle of a sentence, when Goebbels, looking past her exclaimed "Ah, Landa", And some other foreign words.

Shoshanna didn't have to know German to understand that someone was behind her, named Landa. Especially because she could feel a warm body to her right and a slight shadow over her, indicating a tall from of a man. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was either, for the name Landa she will never forget. The man who slaughtered her family in cold blood. He didn't even look at them as he ordered officers to murder her family. Coward. Although he had let her live; he could've easily shot her with his no doubt impressive marksman ship, but no, he had let her go. She could still vividly hear the words, "Au revoir Shoshanna" echoing in her mind.

The memory briefly flashed through her mind before the man leaned towards her, making her instinctively turn her head towards him and lock her eyes with his hazel ones. He then proceeded to reach for her hand and place his lips gently upon it, so gently you wouldn't think he was a cold-hearted murderer, alike most Nazis.

He looked at her and in perfect French greeted her. She stared daftly in return before he turned away from her.

Her heart was hammering in her ears, empowering the slight sounds around her as she pondered what was happening. She couldn't believe it, had he not recognised her? Although he has only briefly seen her face and from a distance whilst being covered in her dead family's blood and filth from the ground. He seemed like the type to remember every little detail about someone, especially if that someone he was hunting. Maybe he just didn't care anymore? Was she so worthless that a Jew hunter let her go? Maybe he was just having a good day and wanted to do something nice for once. Who knows.

As Shoshanna was occupied with thoughts of the man, she could hear a jumble of German words that she did not understand and some laughter, followed by everyone starting to stand so she did the same, but got cut short by a strong hand on her shoulder slightly pushing her down. It stayed there for a few seconds before slipping away as she plopped back into her seat.

She looked up at him with worried eyes as he spoke in his language towards Goebbels then looked back down as she didn't understand a thing. Apart from when she heard her name in his clipped voice, which made her head snap back up towards him and then to the other Nazi, Zoller, as he seemed to be questioning what Landa had said. She still had no idea what was going on, but by the tone of Landa's voice, he seemed both amused and annoyed at the other man. This was followed by more German and then everyone, but Landa leaving.

She was now alone with him. Alone with the man who killed her family and had been the main character of her nightmares and immense hatred.

He sat down and turned towards her with a smile, "Have you tried the strudel here?"

She tried to find her voice as she answered, "No, no."

"It's not so terrible," he added before starting an interrogation about how she met Zoller.

Before Shoshanna could answer though, the waiter approached them and Landa proceeded to order. "Two strudels, one for myself and one for the mademoiselle," he gestured towards her politely. "For me a cup of espresso and for the mademoiselle..."

He looked at her before quickly stating, "A glass of milk."

Her heart dropped. Did he know? Was this his way of discreetly testing her?

His expression was neutral, he wasn't deeply staring at her for her reaction, so maybe it's just a coincidence? He probably just has a thing for milk.

He asked for her to continue what she hadn't even started saying. So, Shoshanna gave him a brief explanation of her time with Zoller and how he was merely a stranger that seemed to like her. He nodded in understanding before being interrupted by the waiter once again, this time with strudels and the drinks.

She eyed the milk warily before he exclaimed, "Oh I apologize, I forgot to order the cream," chuckling to himself.

The strudel did not look appetising to her anxious self. But she couldn't just refuse so she picked up the fork before dropping it as Landa told her to wait for the cream.

She stared at him as he scooped two teaspoons of sugar into his espresso before he started speaking again.

"So, Emmanuelle. May I call you Emmanuelle?"

"Yes." Shoshanna whispered, not quite looking at him.

He started to ask another question but the cream arrived so he halted.

"After you."

Shoshanna cut a small piece of the strudel and applied some cream to it before plopping it into her mouth as he did the same.

"Verdict?"

She nodded her approval, even though it tasted like sweet cardboard and threatened to come back up.

"Like I said, not so terrible," he laughed to himself whilst shovelling the pastry into his mouth.

It was quite a revolting sight; she couldn't bear the thought of swallowing another bite.

After he seemed satisfied with the strudel, he continued to ask her several questions. Including how she became the owner of a cinema and what happened to previous owners. He then started to question her about the black man in her employ.

"His name is Marcel and he is a projectionist," Shoshanna answered defensively, Marcel has been a great friend for her and one of her only friends since she lost her family.

"Is he good at what he does?"

"The best."

"Very well, Emmanuelle, can you operate the projector yourself?" He asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Then, if this goes ahead and we are to use your venue, you will have to operate the projector yourself. Understood?" His face showed that there was no arguing with his statement.

"Okay." Shoshanna quickly answered.

Landa was quiet for a moment then offered her a cigarette. Shoshanna took it and had him light it along with his own. She managed a few inhales before he started speaking again.

"Now there was something else that I wanted to ask you," he said slowly as he turned towards her, extending his hand between them and resting his weight on it as he looked at her.

Shoshanna has just taken a puff, when her hand halted. Her heart dropped for the second time this evening. He knows. He's got to know. She looked up at him, locking eyes. Landa was looking at her with such concentration in his eyes, as if searching for an answer in her face.

Shoshanna was becoming unnerved with his stare and looked down.

"But, for the life of me I cannot remember," "it mustn't had been important." he stated jokingly to himself.

Her breaking eye contact broke his state of trance, as if he was staring into her soul, reaching for the answer, but the tunnel was cut short and he gave up.

"Good evening mademoiselle." He stood up and bowed lightly to her before walking off.

She waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, before breaking down completely in a fit of tears. Shoshanna wasn't sure what she was crying about, but she knew she need to release that tension that had been building between her and the Jew hunter as he interrogated her. He had let her go again.