A/N: This one is a little bit fluffy. I can't help it. I believe Wicki and Omar's relationship would be more... Is sensual the word I'm looking for? Oh well, anyways, I think there would be a lot of comforting done between the two. Also, you can't deny, that that would be cute.

I just want to thank every one who faved and story alerted this story and is still following me along patiently. Thank you so much.

Pfc. Omar Ulmer's Note's Part One

As Lieutenant Raine, Landa, Donny, and Utivich headed to some military camp on the edge of the Seine River near Rouen, Lieutenant Hicox and the rest of us headed for a small town near Chantilly, called Lioré. Once there we would all be hidden by an ally of ours at his abandoned warehouse.

Finally, it seemed that we might be going home, but I know better than to get my hopes up too high. I'm just thankful to be alive, even if I am a bit confused.

It has been two days since Wicki (or do I call him Wilhelm now?) and I made-out and I've had some time to think since then. And believe me; I've been thinking a lot. I'm not so sure about this whole thing. This situation I've gotten myself in, that is.

I liked what he did to me- a lot -and I like him, but are my sexual feelings for him just a physical reaction to not getting laid in a long time or am I gay? Wicki's been trying to convince me that he likes me like a man who likes a woman he wants to marry does, but I'm not so sure. What if we start this (I'm loath to call it a relationship, but no other words seem to fit) relationship and then we move to the states and he finds some tall, blonde girl and realizes that what he felt for me was just a phase? Will I have been so invested in this that he leaves me heartbroken? God, I sound so… Pathetic. There's no way I'm gay! And there's no way that when- because I'm sure that for him this is just a phase -he leaves me that I'm going to act like a heartbroken maiden. No. I'm a guy! And I realize that what we've started is just for the physical pleasure and release. I realize that, so then why does my chest hurt anyways by this knowledge?

After a long trek through the French countryside we finally arrived at our mutual friend's warehouse. He quickly ushered us all into his large, very dusty warehouse. Before the war our friend used to build automotive parts to most car engines, so dusty pieces of car engines and tools lay strewn about everywhere. It wasn't the most ideal place to stay for an indefinite amount of time, but, hey, you can't be too picky when trying to find a place to hide.

A ways down from the warehouse was our friend's car garage where he used to park cars that he was making repairs on, but now was just another empty working space. "I suppose we should get comfortable. We're going to be here for awhile," stated Lieutenant Hicox, placing his bag down on the dusty warehouse's floor, followed by Wicki and Stiglitz.

"I want to scout around," stated Stiglitz.

"Good idea," replied Hicox. "Stiglitz and Wicki scout the grounds, while Ulmer and I see what we can't do about fortifying this warehouse. Just in case." I nodded sternly as I placed my own bag down and watched Stiglitz and Wicki leave the warehouse. Once Stiglitz and Wicki were out of sight, Lieutenant Hicox looked around the warehouse before speaking again. "Looks like there's not much we can do to this place."

I had to agree with him. The place was a tactical nightmare- perhaps even worse than Lieutenant Raine's accursed basement bar. No windows and only two ways out. The side door and the large, rising door in the front of the building which allowed vehicles to enter the warehouse.

"So, what do we do then?" I asked.

"What I said we would do. Fortify the place as best we can. Is there anyway we can use to seal that rising door shut and perhaps make ourselves an escape route, if necessary?"

"Yeah, maybe, if we take those tables apart and use the wood to nail the door shut," I said, pointing to the four long, wooden, work tables that lined all the walls. "But as for an escape route, I don't know if we could pull that off. At least, not here."

"I fear that you're probably right."

The rest of the evening was spent taking tables apart and nailing things together. Wicki and Stiglitz had mapped out the perimeter of the warehouse and planned an emergency escape route, just in case things took a turn for the worst. But I found myself only halfheartedly interested in doing my job as I pulled wooden legs off of tables and handed them to Stiglitz, too preoccupied in my own thoughts. And watching Wicki.

I felt like a big perv, but I couldn't help it. He was just too damn sexy; especially when he had his jacket off and I could see every flex of muscle underneath the thin shirt he wore. I watched as he lifted a long piece of wood over his head, holding onto one end as Hicox held up the other and Stiglitz nailed the board into place. Watching the muscles in his back tense and hold, I realized how strong he was and shivered as a not so pure thought crossed my mind.

Okay. I need to stop thinking like that and get back to work, I told myself as I went back to pulling wood apart only to stop a few minutes later and ogle Wicki's bare forearms. Wicki caught my stare and I felt silly and embarrassed as I quickly looked away. I could practically feel him smirking at me.

Once we were done with sealing the door, Hicox gave us each shifts in which each of us would have to walk the perimeter and keep watch for anyone who might want to kill us. I got first shift.

Night was closing in and the air got colder as it always did this time of year. I never liked winter. It was always too cold and all that snow was always much more of a hassle than fun. I always managed to get the white powder everywhere, from my boots to my pants. And then it would melt and I'd be left with squishy boots and damp pants.

I walked the grounds that Stiglitz and Wicki had mapped out, taking care to tread softly and carefully so as not to be seen. I walked around the perimeter until I was certain that I could walk this path in my sleep; knowing where every ditch and curve lay.

I still had about half an hour until my shift was up, so I decided to set myself up somewhere and keep watch on the road, confident that if anyone tried to sneak up on us that that was the direction from which they'd come from. I sat myself down under the cover of a tree and some dying brush, thankful that the bushes still had enough foliage on them to conceal me.

The night grew darker and the questions in my mind ran rampant. Questions like, "What if we didn't make it home?" "Where would I go if we did?" "What would become of Wicki and I?"

A groan of heartache and annoyance resounded through my mind. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Especially this. Whatever this was. Heck! This was so difficult that I don't even know what to call this. For surely this was not a relationship. Was it?

I let out a soft sigh, watching as my hot breath met cold air, forming a small, white cloud in front of my face. What was I going to do? But just as I had gotten into deeper thought a sound coming from behind me put me on high alert.

Someone had gotten passed me! How could I have been so careless! I needed to know who was behind me, but I couldn't turn to see, because if I did I would make too much noise and that would alert the other person to my presence- if they hadn't already found me. Another crunch of twigs and dead leaves had me tensing up like a spooked deer.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

The sound of each step seemed to bounce off of every bush, tree, and rock and amplify itself in my ear. I could see in my mind's eye the cold barrel of a pistol being drawn out of its holster and smoothly being aimed at my head. My breath hitched and my shoulders started to shiver from being held so tensely, and just as I was going to press my luck and pull my own pistol out and whip around to aim at the intruder, a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Damn it, Omar! Where are you hiding? I saw you come up here, but where are you?"

"Wilhelm!" I whispered as I turned around just in time to see the outline of Wicki's head snap up and look in my direction. "Is that you?"

"Yes. Why? Don't tell me you were expecting someone else," whispered Wicki, walking slowly in my direction. "Where are you?"

"Here," I said standing up from my hiding place and walking over to him.

Wicki looked surprised- at least I think he looked surprised. I couldn't see much in the dark -when he saw where I had emerged from. "Well," he started, an amused tone clipping his words, "no one can say that you don't know how to disappear when you want to."

"I'm actually surprised that you were so tactless when trying to find me," I replied as I brushed off some dead leaves from my shoulder. "I mean, seriously. What if I had been an enemy sniper? You'd be dead right now."

"I highly doubted that there were any enemy snipers hiding up here. I had been watching this spot since I last saw you make your rounds this way."

"Dang Man, how long have you been watching me?"

"I suspect as long as you've been watching me," he replied, getting so close to me that even in the dim light of the moon, I could clearly see the sly smirk that was spread wide across his face. My face felt hot and I knew that I must have been blushing. "Don't think that I didn't notice all those open mouth stares you were giving me when we were back at the warehouse." Then Wicki leaned down closer to me, causing me to flinch when his hot breath ghosted over my ear, but his next words had me shivering in pleasure. "And it made me really hot."

Now he was making me really hot. But there was still this annoying, little voice in the back of my mind that was telling me that I should stop this now before I got too deep into this that when it all fell to pieces I'd be left alone and with nowhere to go.

Wicki pulled away from me just enough to look me over, the smirk on his face never vanishing. He lifted his hand up towards my face and cupped my cheek gently, drawing my face closer to his own until finally our lips met in a soft kiss. But I soon felt the kiss intensify and realized where he wanted this to go.

"Wait! Wait!" I whispered, harshly, pulling away from Wicki and stopping him as he tried to follow me. "They'll notice that you're gone."

"Not for a while yet," he whispered back, leaning back down to try and kiss me again. I stopped him with my hand and a questioning look. "I told them that I was going to show you all the best places to keep watch over the whole place and make sure you knew where the escape route was. And I see you've already found an excellent place to watch over the warehouse and I have no doubt that you know exactly where the escape route is. So, that gives us some time to ourselves."

He wrapped an arm tightly around my waist and pulled me flush against him, leaning down again to try and kiss me once more. And again the voice in the back of my mind had me stopping him. "I-I can't," I stuttered as his shocked and confused face looked at me.

"What?"

"I mean really. Look at us. We're acting like two hormone driven teenage boys. Don't get me wrong! I love a good f*ck as much as the next guy. But I can't... We can't. It's... Unprofessional."

Something flashed in his eyes as he released me and took a step back. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when his body was no longer pressed against mine, but I knew that this way was for the best.

"I see," was all he said, but I could see the confusion in his eyes and knew he was still trying to process everything.

"Good," I whispered, forcing a small smile onto my face. "I've got to get back then."

"Right." I walked past him, but was stopped when he reached out and grasped my wrist. "Wait!" I turned to face him and the emotions I saw running rampant across his face almost took my breath away. I had never seen him so open in the entire time I had known him. And he looked conflicted and hurt, which hurt me. He gaped like a fish out of water, looking like he desperately wanted to tell me something, but the words would not force themselves passed his lips. Finally, he let out a sigh and looked down for a second before looking back up at me, looking dejected. He reached up with his free and for a moment I thought that he was going to cup my cheek again and pull me into another kiss, but his hand rose passed my cheek and carefully plucked something off the top of my head. Bringing his hand back down I saw that it was a dead leaf. "You had this in your hair."

"Oh, um, thank you," I whispered as he released me. "Is that all?"

"Yes," he whispered back, eyes downcast.

"Okay. I'll just go then."

I turned and continued on my way, not needing to turn around to know that his eyes where on me the whole time.

A/N: Okay I did warn ya that it'd be fluffy. Also, sorry this took so long to write. I hit a writer's block. GAHHH! I hate those stupid things. I'm still trying to work through it, so sorry if it takes a while to get the next few chapters out.

Hope you enjoyed this one at least. Thanks for reading. : )

Grammar mistakes are possible. I did not major in English. Heck, I didn't even pass English class.

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