*My name is Friedrich Hirsch. I was born in Berlin in 1935. When the Jews were sent to the ghettos, I was given false papers and adopted by a German family. Shortly afterwards, my parents were sent to the labour camps. I was never to see them again. My adoptive parents were terrified that I would be found out. Every day they said to me, "Say nothing." "Do nothing." I smiled and I saluted and I did... nothing, as everyone I knew was murdered. But now, I have a chance to change that. I am going to travel through time and kill Adolf Hitler. If I fail, I wanted whoever finds this letter to know that... I tried. I did...something.*

Our world was dark and bleak, Hitler reigned supreme and there was no room to fight back. So we simply didn't. I had gotten a job as a nurse in the prison/community center. It was wrong but I rationalized my place since I was helping others. There wasn't too many other staff members and I was often the one patching everyone up. I heard a lot about their lives, the projects they were working on and mostly they left me fix them in silence while they talked, I think it made them feel better. Besides I liked knowing what happening around me even if I was stuck in my station for the most part. Shuan, the commanding officer, he didn't like it when I was silent and it was slightly scary but it was just another thing that had to happen. He would come to see me with fake injuries and I would have to make it better. I wasn't sure how much longer he would allow me to get away with it, having known he had hired his secretary Alisha specifically for her body. One employee I took particular interest in was one of the officers, Simon Bellamy. He was quiet and it was wrong, as an officer it seemed like he would have to agree with this. No arguments. But I couldn't help but to stare when he walked by or occasionally came in with a prisoner. He never seemed to get hurt and if he did he hid it well.

There had been a lot of commotion today they had managed to find some guy they were looking for who could steal others powers and had already started working their way through some of the prisoners. I wasn't allowed out of my nursing station to see any of it and for that I was grateful but I still saw the carnage. The door had burst open and in walked a few soldiers. Fear gripped at my insides as I tried to stay calm. Turning around I found Simon standing with a dead body. I looked up and down he appeared to have been dead far longer that necessary for first aid. I looked into his eyes and muttered "I can't help someone who's already dead." Simon dropped the body on the floor and sighed as he slumped into a chair. I glanced over at the open door and quickly shut it. "He made a run for it. No one can say we did the wrong thing." Except for those who thought killing was wrong. I nodded my head, I wanted to stick to my usual silent approach not really wanting to risk saying something that would get me killed but there was something different about Simon. "Is there anything that I can actually help you with or do you just want me to examine a dead body." Simon chuckled lightly and my heart lifted slightly. I turned away embarrassed as he started to speak. "I'm fine. I'm the one... hurting people not the other way around." He sounded discouraged. My back still to him I grabbed a cup and got some water from the sink, I spoke emotionless, "Your colleagues disagree." I turned around to face him holding out the drink, "They seem to hurt themselves on the job quite often." He gratefully took the cup and accepted the challenge in my eyes. The fake ignorance but the real question, obviously someone was lying. "Well, when the nurse is cute... some guys become more accident prone." My heart beat fast as he smiled. It was so different from how all the other officers flirted, and it seemed to be working. "Then why don't I see you in here more." My eyes flicked up and down his body, my tone joking but my eyes held the serious question. Simon looked at me and answered just as seriously. "I'm better than that. You deserve better than that." He stood up abruptly ruining whatever spell had been placed over us and walked out leaving me alone with the body.

I came back to the office after my lunch break and saw Simon ruffling through my cupboards and grabbing a container. If things going missing they're gonna blame me. Fuck. I burst the door open. "What are you doing?" He dropped the pills and started to explain himself. "There's an old man in the cells." I watched him carefully, just because we were joking before doesn't mean we could trust each other now. "What's wrong with him?" Simon looked around the room his eyes stopping on the pills. "He was stabbed. The wound's infected." I bit my lip nervously. I did want to help but it seemed strange... like it was some kind of test. I watched Simon silent trying to decide the best thing to do when I heard him mumble under his breath. "Nazis aren't big on compassion." My eyes widened and I harshly whispered my question "Aren't you one of 'em?" Simon looked off to the side "I was conscripted." I hesitated for a moment, "I'll do what I can for him. He probably needs antibiotics." I reached down for the container Simon dropped when I entered. I opened the cupboard and grabbed one that would be more effective. I was worried about it being noticed but decided it was for the best. They probably wouldn't check my cupboard anytime soon anyway. I handed it to Simon and he quickly put it in his pocket. He stood there making no move to leave when I warned him quietly. "Do you know what they'll do to you if they find you here?" There was special rules about my office, while anyone could come to the station my office was different. I looked up and saw Shaun walking to my office. Since he was in charge he was exempt to rules. "Shit!"

Simon had no time to move when Shaun walked in, immediately looking between the two of us Simon saluted but I stayed perfectly still. "What's going on?" He asked looking specifically at me. I fumbled over the words but managed to say it, "He was just helping me with the computer." I gestured to the computer that I had to log all the patients I helped and medicine I handed out. Shaun seemed suspicious but walked close to me. I could feel him standing just behind my his head dangerously close to my neck. I stood still not wanting to draw his attention, one hand reached out and stroked my hair. "I've been so busy there's been no time to see you." I took a deep breath trying to find an appropriate response to keep me and Simon from trouble, "I've missed seeing you." My voice was incredibly quiet and Shaun seemed surprised but happy. He turned to Simon, "See the effect I have on women?" Shaun slapped my ass and pressed his nose into my neck. I barely moved but it was enough for him. Alisha knocked on the door and called Shaun out. She held the door opened for both Shaun and Simon to leave. She looked at me sympathetically and I wrapped my arms around myself as if the memory could be erased. Simon looked back and gave a little salute his own guilt obvious but mostly he was grateful.

Simon brought me another dead body, this time he found me in my station. I looked up happy to see Simon until I saw the body he brought with him. I glanced up at his face both of us slightly scared. "You have got to stop bringing me dead bodies." My voice was surprisingly calm. Simon smirked, "Sorry, this is my best excuse, don't you usually see the dead bodies anyway?" I rolled my eyes feeling a little more relaxed. "I'm still glad to see you." I walked closer to the body. "What happened to him half his face is frozen?" Simon's face set hard, "Powers." Things were somber after that, there really was nothing to say, I started looking over the body, though I really had no idea what they wanted me to do with them. I was writing down some notes when Simon spoke up again. It had been a comfortable silence there was no words hanging in the air it was just us. "I never got a chance to thank you." It all went out the window when he spoke I suddenly felt awkward and embarrassed I had been counting on him never bringing it up again. "For covering for me." He spoke again as if I could have forgotten what I did, how Shaun has been looking at me since. I nodded slightly but Simon seemed to be able to read my mind. "Why do you put up with him?" I barely whispered my words, not wanting to be caught speaking about Shaun, "I can't defy him he's the one in charge." Simon nodded solemnly and lifted a hand to place on my shoulder in a comforting gesture, "We're all doing what we need to do to survive."

"He's fuckin' hung himself!" A girl came running into the nurses station screaming. I jumped at the sudden noise and turned to find Simon and a guard bringing in a man who was making some chocking noises. I immediately sprung into action as they laid him on the bed. I placed my hands on his throat trying to assess the damage while I spoke quietly not really wanting the others to hear me. "That was not the best idea was it." There didn't seem to be too much damage so I let him go back to his cell escorted by Simon. The girl Kelly stayed behind for a moment. "Hey, uh is there anything I could do that would help him?" I looked at her surprised and in shock before shaking myself out of it. "Umm... maybe some soft foods that are easy to swallow and some company. We don't want a repeat of that." She nodded her head and left with a small awkward smile. I had finished writing out some of the paperwork on my computer when Simon walked back into the station. "Wow two visits in one day and you haven't brought me a dead body." He chuckled at my teasing. "I have found another excuse to come visit the nurse." I rolled my eyes at his response, "Don't tell me you've hurt yourself for my attention." He stepped closer to me and started to reach out for me when Alisha walked in. She glanced hesitantly at us but her eyes were wide with a certain type of fear. She was worried she would be caught. "He is going to be here soon." I felt a surge of panic but calmly nodded my head. "Thank you" I hoped my voice held all the gratitude I had for her in that moment. She ducked out and I wrapped my arms around Simon whispering in his ear. "I'll meet you tomorrow. When work is over on the roof." We stepped back nodding together.

The next day a lot of shit had happened. When I arrived they had new prisoners in the cells and by lunch two had been shot. Simon seemed harrowed and wouldn't speak to me at first, I was worried he wouldn't show up for the meeting after work but when I opened the door he was waiting. "I heard what happened. Are you OK?" I rushed forward immediately but Simon didn't move. "They shot them. Right in front of me." I reached my hand out placing it lightly on Simon's shoulder though he faced away from me. My voice whispered his name though there was no follow up. I placed my head on his back trying to comfort him. "I just stood there. I did nothing." He continued I could hear the stress and trauma in his voice. "There's nothing you could have done. It's like you told me. We didn't make these choices Simon." As I spoke I moved myself to stand in front of him. Looking in his eyes it was obvious things were wrong and he was hurt. It broke my heart and I wanted to fix it all. "What's wrong?" He seemed to finally focus on me. Eyes looking deeply into mine. They were haunted. "Everything." I lifted my face to his and gave him a kiss. It wouldn't fix everything but it was the most I could do. "Let's make a difference then." We walked down the hallways linked by our hands when Shaun shouted out. "You fucking shot me!"

We turned the corner quickly and saw Alisha and Kelly pointing their guns at Shaun. It seemed like Alisha had just shot him. I glanced at Simon before asking them with a wobbly voice, "What are you doing?" Kelly stepped forward she was strong and sure. "I'm busting the prisoners out of the cells and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way." It was obvious this is what we were supposed to do next. "D'you need a hand?" Simon asked her She smiled. "I'm with him." We all rushed into the cells to save the prisoners. Thankfully Simon had the keys so we could just open the doors, setting everyone free. I couldn't help but stare directly at the blood stains on the walls. They couldn't even be bothered to clean up their mess. I gripped tighter onto Simon's hand knowing it must have been a million times worse for him since he had actually witnessed the deaths. After we got the others out we rushed through the community center trying to escape. We had almost made it to the exit when a group of soldiers came barging in each with a shield to protect their faces. They shot bullets randomly and we all dropped to the ground. Seth, Alisha and I had all been hit. It wasn't looking good then a few soldiers couched down and they pulled out bombs. I couldn't move and tried to grip onto Simon to keep him with me. A comfort. He ripped off his bullet proof vest and threw it over the smoke bomb that was closest to us and tried to cover my face. But it was all a waste we were going to die. There was nothing that could be done to stop it now.

We walked into the community center to do the days community service when in walked Kelly. I smiled at her and Curtis turned to ask her a question his voice was more hostile than necessary. "Where have you been." She smirked and answered "I've been fighting Nazi's and beating the shit out of Hitler."

*This chapter is based on Season 3 Episode 4 of British Television Drama Misfits I wrote it purely out of passion so it isn't perfect or an attempt to steal any works from Howard Overman or anyone else*