Disclaimer: I don't own Band of Brothers, but I do love the HBO miniseries. Also, this is based purely on the miniseries, and not the lives of the actual men of Easy Company. I have nothing but admiration and respect for the men that fought so that we could live freely today.

A/N: Thanks to EmmyMK for the review and to everyone who's been reading! Sorry this took so long to get up, but it's a long one! Thanks for being patient

Every Mile a Memory

Sadie and Megan worked well into the night. Only twelve of the fifteen nurses that jumped had made it and there was more than enough work to be done. There were a couple of field surgeons, but the work was never ending. Sadie could tell it was taking its toll on her friend. Megan had been with dying soldiers all day. They had switched back and forth in terms of duties and responsibilities, but it always seemed like Megan was having the toughest time.

Sadie was bustling around when she looked to her friend. Megan was sitting there holding the bloody hand of man that had just passed, brushing his hair off his dirty, tear-stained face. Sadie didn't have to see her face to know that her friend was trying to hold back her own tears.

"Why don't you go take a break?" Sadie suggested. "Clean up a bit and get some rest?"

"Huh?" Megan wiped her eyes as she sniffled.

"Come on, Meg, you've been on your feet all day, take a break," Sadie tried to push her with some urgency in her voice.

"It's okay, I'm fine. What needs to be done?" Megan tried to re-focus, while trying contain her tears.

"Get some rest. That's an order," Sadie pulled rank on the sergeant, purely out of concern. Megan nodded like a child that had just been scolded and began to walk away. Sadie followed and wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulders, guiding her to an empty hallway. Megan immediately started sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this," Megan cried into the taller nurse's shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay," Sadie rubbed her back to try to calm her.

"I should've been ready for this. I mean, we're at war for fuck's sake!"

"Nothing could've prepared anyone for this."

"Ugh, I'm such a mess," Megan said after a few minutes once she started to calm down a bit.

"No you're not. It just means you care and that's what makes you one of the best nurses 101st has. We're lucky to have you here," reassured Sadie.

"Thanks, Sadie," Megan sniffled, much more calm than she'd been a few moments before.

"I'm just being honest," Sadie smiled. "Now why don't you take a couple hours? Get some sleep and meal."

"Alright," the blonde complied and walked off to find a place to rest.

Sadie found that helping the men was a good distraction. It kept from thinking if Lew, Dick and her other friends in Easy Company were alright. She tried to tell herself that they were, but there were obvious doubts. She was able to catch a couple hours of restless sleep, but it wasn't overly helpful.

She was just finishing up the last couple stitches on a patient when a man was brought in, writhing in pain. Sadie glanced over and then did a double take as she thought he looked awfully familiar. He had dark hair and was about the same height and build as Nixon.

"Hey Sandra, finish this up for me, will ya?" Sadie asked the nearest nurse.

"Sure, what's going on?" Sandra inquired as she took over.

"Thanks," Sadie answered distractedly, trying to get a better look at the man. She made her way over and pushed her way through the group of doctors and nurses surrounding him, trying to save his life. She wasn't even paying attention; she just had to make sure it wasn't him. She looked on with a terrified expression as she saw that he wasn't who she thought he was.

"Sadie, are you okay?" asked Rebecca. She was trying to help save the man, but Sadie was just standing there, unmoving, which was very uncharacteristic of the young nurse.

Sadie just glanced up, looking Rebecca in the eye and then darted out of the building. She ran down the alleyway her and Lew had been in the night before. She started pacing back and forth with her hands on her head, hyperventilating. Finally realizing what was happening, Sadie bent over to catch her breath and slow her breathing. After her panic attack had passed, she sat down, leaning against the wall with her arms resting on her bent knees. She then began to cry. She cried for all the men that had died, and for their families that would never see them again. She cried for her friends that were now in battle. She cried for her friends in the aid station that had to see so much death and she cried for herself. She'd never felt so utterly helpless in her entire life. Men were dying all around her and there was nothing she could do to save them all. The men she'd come to know and respect and even befriend were now fighting far away and there was nothing she could do to protect them. This war had become so frustrating and infuriating, but there was nothing she could do but to simply carry on.

After her crying had stopped and her breathing had evened out she leaned her head back against the wall. She simply looked to the sky and prayed that she would get to see Lewis some time in some place just as he had promised, hopefully sooner rather than later. In fact, she wished to see any man from Easy, just so she would know that they were all okay. Sadie then dried her eyes and wiped her nose and went back inside. She carried on as if nothing had happened and if anyone noticed her red eyes, they didn't say a word. She wasn't the first to have a breakdown and she definitely wouldn't be the last.

D-Day Plus 6

Lieutenant Foster, Sergeant McNeil, and fellow nurse, Sergeant Thompson, had been plucked from the aid station in Sainte-Marie-Du-Mont and reassigned to aiding the men in Carentan for the time being. It seemed that there was a planned assault on the town and many wounded men were probable. The nurses left early that morning, before dawn, and waited with Major Strayer and the other high ranking officers until the town was secured; then they went about their business, doing what they were trained to do.

"Hey! Get the fuck outta the way!" Sadie heard a ruckus and poked her head of the room she was cleaning to see what was going on.

She saw Joseph Liebgott and another soldier carrying what looked like a badly wounded man between them on a stretcher. They were unsuccessfully trying to manoeuvre their way through the other wounded men to find someone to help their comrade.

"God damnit!" Leibgott yelled again, "Where are all the fuckin' doctors?"

"Hey Lieb! Bring him in here!" Sadie hollered down the hall, ducking back into the room to prepare for an incoming trauma.

"'Bout fuckin' time," Liebgott mumbled as they carried the man in.

"Tipper?" Sadie was shocked when she recognized the man on the stretcher. Edward Tipper looked up at her, his one good eye wide with fear. Sadie composed herself and tried to calm the man, "You're gonna be alright, Tip, we'll fix you up." She then looked up at Liebgott and directed them over to the table. "Put him down gently," she instructed as they set him on the table. "Thanks boys, we got it from here," she tried to guide the men out, but Liebgott wasn't moving.

"Is he gonna be alright?" asked Liebgott with his arm crossed over his chest, not taking his eyes off his friend. Sadie had to admit, Tipper didn't look good. His leg was a wreck and half his face wasn't recognizable through all the blood and swelling. She glanced at Tipper as a field doctor and a medic started to work on him.

"We're gonna do everything we can, Joe, trust me," Sadie touched his forearm to reassure him. "Now come on, let us help him," she continued to lead him out of the room.

"Just...make sure they do their fuckin' jobs," Liebgott responded before he turned to leave.

"You got it, Joe."

Sadie quickly set to work on her friend. They weren't close, but she counted any man in her company as her friend and had the utmost respect for him. Upon closer inspection it was quite clear that Tipper had suffered two broken legs, shrapnel damage to his left elbow and right knee, and his left eye was destroyed. After some time, she and the field doctor were able to stabilize Tipper for transport back to England. It wouldn't be easy, but Sadie was hopeful the man would recover.

The tall nurse was quickly going around to make sure things were under control, when she wandered into a room where Doc Roe was fixing up Winters' ankle. She waited for Doc to finish trying to subtly instruct Dick to stay off his feet and rest before she jumped in.

"Dick, I was hoping I would see you," Sadie glanced down at his wounded ankle, "just not like this."

"It's nothing, just a ricochet," explained Easy's new CO. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, as you know, Carentan is kind of central location and the intention is to make into a lodgement for all American operations. Men from the beaches are gonna be coming through here along with supplies so it only makes sense to have an aid station here. Obviously, it'll become more permanent once the town is more secure, but for now it's just me and a couple others," Sadie explained optimistically.

Just then, Buck walked in and gave Sadie a warm smile. He and Dick exchanged glances like they wanted to talk business if she was done.

"Good to see ya, Dick, I'll talk to you later. You too, Doc, Buck," Sadie nodded to each man in turn and left them to discuss orders.

She went outside quickly to see if she could spot Liebgott to update him on his friend. She spotted him having a smoke just by the corner of the building and jogged over.

"Hey, Lieb, Tip's gonna be okay," she greeted him with a smile.

"Holy shit. I thought he was a goner," Liebgott said nonchalantly as he stamped out his cigarette.

"We'll send him back to England and hopefully he'll be just fine."

"Good," was his simple response.

"Just wanted to let you know," Sadie turned to leave and get back to work.

"Hey, Foster," Liebgott called out to her and she turned around. "Thanks."

"No problem, Joe," Sadie gave him a small smile and continued back inside.

Not long after, Nixon stumbled upon Sadie. She was in a room with a civilian family and it looked like she was bandaging up a small scrape on the youngest of two daughters. He just stood in the doorway and observed the interaction between the nurse and the Carentan residents and it took him a moment to realize they were speaking fluently in French. Sadie put the finishing touches on the bandage, kissed it better and helped the girl down from the table.

"Merci bien," the girl's father said as Sadie showed the family to the door.

"De rien, monsieur," Sadie replied with a smile. "Au revoir. Au revoir, Marie," she said goodbye to the little girl and her family.

"I didn't know you spoke French," Lewis stated from the side door, joining Sadie in the now vacant room.

"My parents made me learn it," Sadie replied as she cleaned up her supplies. "This is the first time it's actually been useful."

"So are you fluent?" he asked as he made his way across to her.

Sadie stopped what she was doing and faced him. She studied him as he stood there without his helmet or pack, making it clear that he'd been in town for a while and must have been planning to stay for the time being. Placing a hand on her hip she replied, "You know, I think I'm supposed to be, but I really only know the basic conversational stuff."

Lewis chuckled as he stepped into Sadie's personal space. "So is that why you're always criticizing my accent?" he teased.

"Nah, I just do that 'cause I know it gets to you," she stepped closer to him, almost as if to challenge him. They just stared into each others eyes, waiting for the other to break.

Sadie was the first to crack. She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his urgently. Nixon responded by pulling her body against his and pressed her up against the nearby table. Both realized they couldn't take it any further, at least not then and there, and slowly parted.

"As much as I would like to stay and continue, and believe me, I really would, I have to get back to regiment," Nixon said.

"Um, yeah, me too. I mean, I should get back to work too," Sadie replied. Instead of moving, they just stood there, looking into each others eyes. Lew's hands were still gripping Sadie's waist and her hands were resting on his biceps. They continued to look into each other's eyes, memorizing every detail so that they would hopefully be able to recall them once they parted. Lew's eyes were very dark, almost black, but Sadie liked how Lew always seemed to look like he was squinting just the tiniest bit and it gave him this handsome, brooding appeal.

Just then there was a light knock on the door. Sadie quickly jumped away from Nixon and they both turned to see who had knocked. Dick stood there awkwardly, having clearly seen the way his friends were gazing at each other.

"Um, Nix, we gotta go," Dick said slowly as he pointed back over his shoulder to emphasize his point.

"Right. Yeah. I'll find ya later, Sadie," Nixon said nonchalantly as he started to leave.

"Take care, Lew. Bye Dick," Sadie said awkwardly, still blushing.

"Bye Sadie," Dick responded, trying to pretend like he'd seen nothing.

The two men left and Sadie hopped up on the table to think about what had just happened. She tried to tell herself that Dick hadn't really seen anything and that he wouldn't be able to draw any conclusions from what he did see. But she was just lying to herself. Of course he knew what was going on now. The man was close friends with both of them, and he wasn't stupid. She just prayed he wouldn't get them court marshalled.

"What are you doing?" Winters asked Nixon with a scolding tone in his voice as he limped alongside his friend.

"What do you mean?" Nixon played dumb. He would rather avoid a full-on confrontation from Winters, so he was going to try to play this out as long as possible, hoping time would calm the CO a bit.

"That. With Sadie."

"Oh that? That's fine," Lewis continued with the nonchalance.

"Be careful there, Nix," Dick warned.

"I know what I'm doing."

"Does she know what your doing?" Dick made it clear that he was more concerned about Sadie in this situation.

"Yeah, yeah. We're on the same page," Nixon casually waived the whole topic off.

Thankfully, Dick changed the subject to more pressing matters. It seemed that most of the German defences had left Carentan to regroup and were expected to return to reclaim the city. It was up to the 506th to defend the outskirts of the south side of city. Easy would, once again, be moving out.

It wasn't long before Sadie heard of the German attack to attempt to reclaim Carentan. More wounded men began to pile into the temporary aid station and she learned that Easy and the other men of 101st were holding the line just south of town. By night fall things had calmed down a bit and they were able to move the severely wounded out of town, back to the beach, and then back to England.

"What are you doing here, Lew? Shouldn't you be at regiment?" Sadie asked as Nixon wandered into the same room they had been in earlier that day. Sadie was bustling about gathering unused supplies as she checked on the sleeping men that were now recovering in the room.

"Nah, things are fairly quiet now. I came by because I thought you might wanna take a break," he suggested.

"Why, Lieutenant, you hardly know me. How could you possibly know what I want?" Sadie replied coyly over her shoulder as she walked out of the room with a box full of supplies in her arms.

"Oh, I think I know you pretty well," Nixon smiled in response, adding a wink which caused her to blush. "So how 'bout that break? You looked exhausted," he pressed as he stood in front of her, a table separating them. She was rifling through the box and sorting the contents out onto the table.

"Gee, thanks," she replied sarcastically, glancing up at him through her lashes. To be honest, she was exhausted, as were the other nurses and field doctors, but there were things that needed to be done and she'd just told Maggie Thompson to have a rest not an hour earlier.

"Come on," the dark-haired man was relentless, "I've got an extra D-ration we can split," he bribed her.

Sadie stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes at him, trying to read the man in front of her. "Maybe you know me better than I thought," she gave in and Lew just chuckled.

The two Lieutenants walked outside together where it had quieted down significantly and didn't reek of blood and death. Walking down the side of the building, they stopped and sat, leaning against the wall.

Nixon pulled out the chocolate bar he had promised Sadie and passed it over. She opened it hungrily as he said, "So tell me about yourself." Sadie simply gave him a quizzical look as she bit into the chocolate bar and chewed on it. "Well given our…situation, I do know less about you than I should," he elaborated, "So, where're you from?"

"Wisconsin," the nurse answered as she tried to pass the chocolate bar back, to which Nixon declined.

"Siblings?" he kept the interrogation going as he pulled his flask out from one of his many pockets.

"Four younger brothers," Sadie focused on the chocolate bar once again, realizing she hadn't eaten in quite a while.

"What about your parents?" Nixon continued, taking a sip of the whiskey in the flask.

"My father's a professor and my mother's a nurse."

"Ah, so following in your mother's footsteps," he offered her the flask.

"What's in it?" she inquired she looked at the flask warily.

"Vat 69," Nixon replied with a grin. Sadie snatched it out of his hand and took a swig.

She winced as the burn hit her throat and then responded to Lew's earlier statement, "Yeah, she wasn't happy about me becoming a nurse, but here I am." Nixon just gave her a look as he took his flask back. Most mothers would be proud to have their daughters go on to higher education, especially if they became successful nurses. Sadie noticed his expression and explained, "She was a nurse in the Great War and she saw some awful things, things she didn't want me to see. But I'm glad I'm able to help." She passed him the chocolate bar back without looking him in the eye. "Okay, so what about you? Where are you from?" she changed the topic, not wishing to dwell on the thought of nursing the severely wounded men.

"Originally? New York City." Nixon answered, noticing she was quick to change the subject, but not saying anything.

Sadie looked at him excitedly then up into the night sky. "I always wanted to go to New York," she said dreamily.

"When this is all over I'll take you there," Nixon looked her in the eye as she glanced over at him. He passed her the flask, which she casually accepted.

Sadie giggled as she shook her head at him and then took a sip of the whiskey, hardly noticing the burn this time. "Come on, Lew, don't make promises you don't plan on keeping."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Nixon, slightly offended.

"Let's call this what it is. Back home I'm a nurse in a small city in the mid-west. You're a successful business man who's married. We're completely different people there than we are here…let's not pretend that this is something real," Sadie clarified as she handed the alcohol back over, the chocolate snack long forgotten. She tried to be nonchalant about what she was saying, but there was a sad undertone to her voice.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Nixon sighed as he knocked back another mouthful of his favourite drink.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they watched their surroundings and the night sky. Sadie was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol she'd just ingested. When she began to yawn excessively from both exhaustion and the result of the whiskey she decided she should get moving to ward off the tiredness.

"Well, I should probably go," she said as she stood up. "Whoops," she yelped and gripped the wall, realizing just how much the alcohol had influenced her. Nixon chuckled as she regained her balance and brushed off the dirt that was undoubtedly sticking to her backside.

"Alright," Nixon stood as well and they walked back toward the door to the aid station together, "make sure you get some rest."

"Yes sir," Sadie mocked him despite the drained look in her eyes. "Thanks for the chocolate…and the company," she said as she stopped and turned to face him and say goodbye.

"Anytime," Nixon gave her a genuine smile.

"Well, goodnight," Sadie prolonged their parting as she slowly stepped backwards into the doorway.

"Come here," Nixon hooked his fingers into her two front belt loops and pulled her towards him. He slowly placed a soft, warm kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, the younger brunette stood there with half-lidded eyes and a content smile on her face.

"Well, I should…go," Sadie bit her lip and gestured over her shoulder to the door and she stepped backwards once again.

"I'll see ya, Sadie," Nixon smiled at her, fully aware of the effect he was having on her at the moment.

"Bye, Nix," she smiled at him one last time, then turned and left to get back to work yet again.

Once inside, Sadie almost immediately stumbled upon Megan. The blonde nurse appeared to be cheerful and well-rested.

"So what's going on with you and Lieutenant Nixon?" Megan questioned. Sadie heart began to race, afraid that her friend had seen the exchange between her and Lewis.

"We're friends," Sadie tried to answer nonchalantly as she got back to work.

"Since when?" Megan asked, having seen the outburst between her friend and Nixon over a month before at the aid station back in Aldbourne. They hadn't seemed friendly then and she wanted to know when things had changed.

"For a while now," Sadie responded calmly. "We're both friends with Lieutenant Winters so we see a lot of each other." Megan's response was a judgemental gaze to which Sadie exclaimed, "Hey! Don't look at me like that!"

"Like what?" asked Megan with wide, innocent eyes.

"That look you just gave me!"

"I just don't think you should be spending so much time alone with a married man," Megan went back to work, not looking at the taller nurse.

"I would spend time with Dick too, but it just so happens he's fighting on the front lines at the moment," Sadie defended herself. She hoped that would quiet Megan down. The blonde was fan of Lieutenant Winters and approved of Sadie's friendship with him. In fact, she'd be subtly pushing Sadie to pursue a relationship with the man, but Sadie wouldn't have it. Despite him being an honest, successful and respectable man, Dick was like family to Sadie and she wasn't planning to change her view of him in the near future.

"I'm just looking out for you. That Lieutenant Nixon has a reputation and I don't want you getting hurt," Megan backed off.

"Thanks Meg, but I'll be fine," Sadie assured her friend with a smile.

Megan's comment got Sadie thinking. Nixon did have a reputation and she was beginning to fall for his obvious charm. At the same time, she didn't want to stop seeing him. She enjoyed being around him and he was a distraction from the stress and grief that was so constant in her life recently. She supposed that's all she was for him and that was fine with her. As long as it was clear where they stood and no one found out (other than Dick, who had clearly already put the pieces together), they should have no problems.

A few hours later, Floyd Talbert was brought in with bayonet wounds. Turns out Private Smith had mistaken him for a Kraut and attacked him. Doc Roe and another man brought Talbert into a room and quickly departed to get back to the front line. Sadie was left alone to tend to the man's wounds that didn't seem too life threatening.

"Hey, Tab, you're gonna be alright okay? You didn't damage any major organs. I'm just gonna stitch you up and we're probably gonna have to send you back to England for a bit," Sadie pushed Talbert's hair off his forehead as she explained things.

"Mm-hmm," Talbert acknowledged her, clearly still in some pain even though morphine had probably been administered in the field.

"Alright, I'm just gonna take your shirt off to get a better look at your wounds," Sadie began unbuttoning Talbert's shirt.

"I always imagined it would be different when you undressed me for the first time," Talbert joked, his voice waivered in pain.

Sadie couldn't help but chuckle in response, "I'm gonna assume that's the morphine talking."

Sadie quickly stitched the good-looking man up and then, with a little bit of a struggle, was able to wrap a bandage around his chest. It wasn't long before she was done and she left Talbert to sleep for the night.

The next morning, after a bit of rest, Sadie received an update from Major Strayer. Being the only officer of the nurses, Sadie was in charge of the aid station, making it her responsibility to co-ordinate an evacuation if the Germans broke through the line. She was informed that the 501st and 506th were holding the line and there would definitely be casualties being sent to town.

It wasn't long before more wounded men started piling in to the aid station and once again Sadie felt like they didn't have enough hands. There was constant moaning of dying men and she felt like blood was everywhere. Sadie ran from room to room to make sure tasks were delegated appropriately and would help wherever she could.

About mid-morning it felt like gunfire was getting closer and closer, so close that it could be distinctly heard from inside the walls of the aid station. Sadie ran outside to see what the commotion was. Standing in the middle of the road outside the door of the aid station, she could just make-out what looked like retreating American soldiers in the distance. She was so stunned that it took the sound of a German tank just beyond city limits to put her into action.

"Megan!" Sadie called as she ran into the aid station.

"Yes?" Megan said, clearly distressed from the onslaught of new men to help.

"Get everyone ready to move!" Sadie started hustling around herself.

"Is everything okay? Did the Germans break through?" asked Megan, becoming panicked. A wave of panic spread throughout the aid station and men began to mumble and tried to move, but Sadie couldn't concern herself with them, she had to be prepared.

"Not yet, but if they do, we need can't be here," Sadie explained, breathing more heavily that usual. "Just have everything and everyone ready to move, just in case," Sadie stated more calmly, looking her best friend in the eye.

Megan simply nodded in response and both young women went about preparing the supplies while settling the restless men.

The German breakthrough never came and the American 2nd Armoured Division rolled through town in the afternoon. Sadie and the other nurses felt a huge wave of relief and the men drove by, on their way to help the paratroopers. It didn't take long for the Germans to withdraw and for Carentan to become solely Allied territory.

"Lieutenant Foster," Strayer greeted Sadie as he and Nixon came into town.

"Major Strayer," Sadie returned before she looked over his shoulder to glance at Nixon.

"It would seem like you've done an excellent job at handling the aid station and keeping it running," Strayer remained completely professional.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now that we've secured Carentan, you and Sergeants McNeil and Thompson will be moving to a field hospital north of Utah beach," ordered Strayer.

Sadie's heart dropped. She hadn't planned on leaving her friends from Easy Company. "But sir, I thought this aid station was going to become permanent."

"It will, but you and the other nurses have done your duty and served your country well. We're pulling you off the front line so you're not so close to the action. You'll stay at Utah beach and help there and then ship back to England with your company when the time comes," explained Strayer.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," Sadie saluted the man and he left. Sadie simply nodded at Nixon and returned to the aid station to tell the two nurses their new orders.

The nurses shipped out that night and made it to Utah beach by morning. Utah beach was a fully functioning American field camp. Trucks full of supplies and men were constantly arriving and departing, there was a mess tent and hot showers available. The field hospital was full of men that had been severely wounded from across the peninsula. It was the nurses' job to get the worst ones stable enough for travel back to England. The healthier men were to be treated and then shipped back out into battle as soon as possible.

Sadie outranked many of the nurses at the aid station, and having seen real action, she was one of the most experienced. She quickly fell into a routine of paperwork and rounds at the hospital. There were more people here so there wasn't as much of a demand for her in the hospital as there had been at Carentan and Sainte-Marie-Du-Mont. Since the men were constantly moving in and out, Sadie wasn't able to get to know any of them like she had the men of Easy Company. She and Megan saw a bit of each other and she hadn't bothered to get to know any of the other nurses that were there. Overall, she'd become some sort of machine that went about her duties and didn't say much.

It wasn't until three weeks later that her and the other nurses that had jumped on D-Day got orders that their companies would be moving back to England. Sadie was ecstatic that she was finally going to see her friends again, only she never did. She was shipped out with some of the nurses and wounded soldiers before she ever found Easy.

A couple days had passed and Sadie still hadn't heard anything from Easy Company, except that they must have returned. She was doing her usual paper work in the aid station office. Colonel Sink had personally asked her to fill out additional reports regarding the nurses that had jumped.

Nixon walked into the room and Sadie looked up as he closed the door behind him. She hardly had time to stand before he was standing right next to her. She didn't even have a chance to greet him before he placed both his hand on either side of her face and kissed her deeply. Sadie forgot about everything and simply returned the kiss. He quickly sat her up on the desk she had just been working at as she pulled his shirt out of his pants. In a matter of seconds Sadie was lying back on the desk with her shirt wide open and pants undone. They both broke apart and looked each other in the eye, breathing heavily.

"Quick, get my boots off," Sadie panted, trying to sit up and reach towards her boots that were up near Nixon's waist.

"No time," was Nixon's only response.

He flipped her over, so she was forced to stand as she was bent over her desk. Nixon quickly pulled down her pants and underwear and then undid his own pants. Sadie had barely registered what was happening when he thrust into her. She braced herself on the desk as Nixon gripped her hips. Having been apart for so long, it was hard for them to control themselves and it wasn't long before they both climaxed. Sadie fell forward onto the desk, and Nixon collapsed backwards into the chair.

Once her breathing levelled out and the feeling returned to her legs, Sadie turned around and pulled up her pants.

"What? No snuggling?" she asked as she perched herself on the desk, her pants done up, but her shirt still wide open.

"Here," from his sitting position Lew took her hands and then placed them on the desk at her side. He then moved the chair so he was sitting in between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her back, underneath her open shirt. He buried his face between her breasts and began to draw light circles on her back. "Comfortable?" he asked into her chest, "'cause I am."

"I bet you are," Sadie chuckled. One hand played with his hair as the other rubbed his back absent-mindedly. Sadie kissed the top of Lew's head as they sat there in a comfortable silence, each grateful to be in the other's presence once again.

Sadie and the other nurses went about their duties much like they did before D-Day, only this time they didn't mind the tedious tasks in the least. Suddenly taking inventory and cleaning when there was nothing to do weren't such a hassle. At least they were in England, where it was safe and men weren't dying all around them.

Physical training and strategic lessons still went on like usual and Sadie participated whenever she could. No one minded training even remotely now that Dick was their CO. They were also grateful to be able to escape the action, unlike 4th Division, who was still on the front lines, or the boys in the Pacific. Sadie made a point to spend time with the men of Easy Company more often, and would occasionally go to the local pub to have a drink with them. She also continued to have secret meet-ups with Nixon whenever they could both fit it into their busy schedules.

It was only about a month after they'd all arrived back in England and Sadie had been informed that Easy would once again be making a jump. This time they were to jump into Chartres where they would cut off German supply trucks on their way to Normandy. Colonel Sink had been thoroughly impressed with Sadie's report on the events of D-Day and decided that she and the other nurses would be jumping with the 506th once again. They were to act as medics until a temporary field hospital for the wounded paratroopers could be established.

After learning about the new mission, Sadie wandered into the mess hall after dinner. She was in her Class A uniform, looking like the rest of the officers, except she wore a skirt. She felt it was appropriate to be around when the new jump was announced to the rest of the men.

"What's Smokey talking about?" Sadie whispered to Buck as she joined them.

"'The Night of the Bayonet', it's about when Smith got Talbert with his bayonet," Buck turned to her and explained.

"Oh," Sadie nodded, now understanding what Smokey was going on about.

Nixon then gathered all the officers to break the news to them about the upcoming jump and then passed the news on to Lipton, who then had the unfortunate task of informing the men.

Sadie was listening intently to what Lipton had to say, when she heard a man on her right say, "Congratulations, First Lieutenant." Sadie turned to see Nixon smirking at her. She'd been promoted earlier that day and had worn her new insignia, but it was difficult to distinguish between the silver and gold pins at times.

"Where'd you hear that? It just happened a few hours ago," Sadie was clearly surprised.

"Intelligence officer," was Nixon's simple explanation. "I would've thought you'd have caught on by now."

"Sink wants to see us," Dick interrupted. "Congratulations, Sadie," he added as he saw her new silver bar.

"Thanks, Dick," Sadie said proudly.

The group of officers all strolled out of the mess hall before they could hear the grumblings of the soldiers. Sadie joked right along with the men as they walked to Sink's office.

A couple of days later, after not much sleep, Sadie and Easy Company learned that the entire jump was cancelled. As it turned out, the infantry beat them to Chartres, so there was no need for them to jump. The men were free to continue regular training with weekend passes in Aldbourne and Sadie couldn't be more relieved.

A/N: Sorry for the wait again! The next chapter is also gonna be fairly long and will be up ASAP! I'd love to know what you think! Thanks for reading!