A/N: a missing scene from "Hold That Tiger", with thanks to Book 'em Again, for suggestions made.
Curiosity
Her country has fallen;
Her family is scattered;
And all she once knew,
All she cherished,
Is lost.
She isn't prepared to give up,
To surrender;
She'll stand and be counted,
Regardless of cost.
~0~
She made her way up,
Through the layers of Resistance;
Risked all for a cause
Which she knows to be right.
She's learned what it takes
To plough on through adversity;
Witnessed close friends lose their lives
In the fight.
~0~
She's out on her own,
Within reach of the enemy;
Hidden, observing
The closed Stalag gates.
A volunteer mission,
Her choice…
She was curious;
Intrigued by the leader,
Whose plans she awaits.
~0~
She's heard many rumours,
Words filtered through secrecy;
Tales of this camp,
And those men locked inside.
Those men who are facing
Long years of captivity;
Prospects of freedom,
Completely denied.
~0~
Who takes on the challenge,
Of leading such missions?
The lives of the prisoners of war
In his care.
Who juggles the orders,
The setbacks and danger,
Yet, somehow, keeps every last ball in the air?
~0~
She stops in her musing,
As noises distract her;
The grinding of tank tracks,
Loud protests
And more…
Hears expertly managed
Chaotic confusion;
Quite certain such antics
Have happened before.
~0~
A sound…running footsteps,
A shadow beside her;
She tenses until
A soft whisper…
Her name.
She turns,
Notes a look of confusion;
Plans altered.
Bold move, or mistake?
They'll adapt
Just the same.
~0~
He ducks past the searchlights;
She times him,
And follows.
A stump conceals entry;
She drops
Out of sight.
She waits at the foot
Of a ladder;
Sharp voices.
Climbs up;
Her hair loose
And reflecting the light…
~0~
