DISCLAIMER: No disrespect is meant to the real Band of Brothers and what they accomplished. I own nothing except Alana and Sara

Big thanks to those of you who reviewed especially to Darkover who gave some great advice and I really appreciate it. I will admit to putting a little of myself and personal experience into Lana's situation with Davy, so please no one out there take it that I'm putting this in a less than a serious light. I used my experience of how I handled it at the time it occurred. Once again, thanks to everyone who is reading this and providing reviews. You people are great for a writer's ego. : )

Chapter 4

"I don't think we were introduced properly the last time we meet, I'm Lieutenant Ronald Speirs."

Lana's breathing stopped the moment he laid his hands on her. To control the shiver that was threatening to pass through her body, as his words brushed her ear, she straightened her spine and tensed her body. There was no way she'd let him know the effect he had on her. She had a warning that he was behind her, but it was still hard to let him or anyone else for that matter touch her. The only man who'd gotten this close was Nixon, still she knew deep down that this man wouldn't hurt her, nor would he ever allow another man to hurt her.

Now that she now had a name to go with the man who'd saved her, it evoked memories of rumors she'd heard about him. That he was a killer, coldblooded, and ruthless, still he was the same person who'd saved her, so maybe all the things she'd heard really weren't anything more than rumors.

Underneath his hands, he felt her tense. Her back was so straight he was sure her spine would snap under the strain. In what he hoped would be a relaxing move he let his thumbs slide against the skin of her neck, making small circles with just enough pressure to be soothing. He knew if he moved his hands now, she would be out of the chair and gone before he could react and that was the last thing he wanted. Never before had he wanted just spend time with someone as he did her.

After a few moments, he felt her muscles begin to relax and he watched as her spine relaxed back into the support of the chair. Not stopping his slow massage, he leaned back over to whisper in her ear again. This time the smell of her perfume came to him, something soft and feminine, just like the woman under his hands.

He let his warm breath caress her ear, "so now that you are a little calmer, mind letting me sit down, I'd really love to get to know the lady I rescued."

This time she couldn't stop it, the shiver passed down her spine. There was something about him she couldn't put her finger on. He made her feel things she really didn't want to feel. Still, her body overruled her brain and her head was nodding her head in agreement that he could sit with her. Damn traitorous body.

He felt her nod her head, and reluctantly, he removed his hands from her shoulders, sliding into the chair beside her. Once he had sat, he turned to face her and saw that she was looking at the table and not at him. Putting a finger under her chin, he raised her head until she had no choice to look at him.

The crystal blue eyes that meet his filled with so many emotions he couldn't put a name on a specific one, but the fact that fear was one of them had his heart clenching in his chest.

"Why are you so afraid of me? You have to know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

Lana opened her mouth to answer and for just a moment, his eyes mesmerized her. They were suddenly so warm and caring; none of the coldness she had seen before was present. Licking her lips to answer, "Well you see it's kind of silly now, but…"

"Well, I see we've all become acquainted, gees Ron, I would have expected you to ask a lady to dance instead of sitting here staring at her." Nixon smiled with utter smugness, Lana could swear the man could read minds and knew she was about to say something silly.

"Well Nixon, had you not so rudely interrupted I would have asked the lady, but since you're here now…Lana, would you like to dance."

She didn't answer but placed her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet. She was a little worried that he would find her less attractive because of everything that had happened and tried to keep space between them.

Ron pulled her onto the floor and into his arms so he could whisper in her ear. "It's okay you can come a little closer. I don't bite and I don't think you did anything wrong."

She looked into his eyes to see if he was kidding or not before she allowed herself to relax. Smiling, "I've been worried you somehow would think less of me, but I guess that wasn't the case."

He smiled and pulled her closer, and for the first time since he'd touched her, she relaxed into his arms. He didn't hear what she mumbled against the side of his neck and had to ask her to repeat herself.

Laughing she breathed the answer into his ear, "I love the way you smell."

Smiling he pulled her even closer and danced with her. His intent was to hold her in his arms for the rest of the night, but fate has of way of changing the best plans.

Feeling a tap at his shoulder he looked up to see Dick Winters standing next to him. "Winters, what can I do for you?"

Dick gave his ever-patient smile, "I'd like to cut in, if that's okay with you Lana."

Lana glanced between the two men, one smiling and open the other closed and cold. Deciding not to stare too long at Ron, Lana extended her hand to Dick smiling as he led her into another dance.

"Lew, we have a problem."

The words had barely left Sara's mouth when Ron dropped back down at their table with a look that would've scared the most battle hardened of men. Nixon quickly assessed the situation and told Sara to go grab them another couple of drinks. Sara seeing the look on the other man's face was more than happy to leave the area.

"So I take it that our ever friendly Dick Winters took her away from you? Never fear, if the way she keeps looking at you is reliable, I'm sure she'd rather be dancing with you. So stop staring at my best friend like you are going to kill him."

Sighing Ron turned to face Nix, downing the whiskey sitting before him. "You know Nix, I can't seem to catch a break, all I want to do is spend time with her and here I am sitting with you while another man dances with my lady."

If Ron could have sucked the words back into his mouth he would have, but instead he had to settle for slapping his forehead with his palm. "I said that aloud didn't I?"

Nixon grinned at him like a cat staring at a mouse. "Oh yeah, you said it and don't think I'll forget it, there isn't enough Vat 69 to make me forget something like this. Cheer up, she's headed this way."

Dick escorted Lana to her chair and took the empty one on the other side of her. He met the cold stare from Speirs without as much as a flinch.

Lana now trapped between the two of them watched as they silently dueled in a battle of wills over whom she would favor. Looking across the table at Nix, she begged him with her eyes to please do something and fast.

Nixon cocked his head to the side and watched the two men's silent battle. It would almost be funny if he weren't afraid Dick might get hurt. Who knew he was interested in Lana as well.

Before he could do anything Sara was back and dropping in his lap to sit since Dick had taken her chair.

Lana met Sara's eyes and quickly looked to her left and right indicating something needed to happen and fast. Sara winked and went into action.

"Okay boys, hate to break the party up, but Lana and I have an early work call tomorrow. Therefore, we'll be going. No please, everyone stay and have a good time."

Before Lana could speak, Sara had grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and headed for the door. Once outside Lana slowed their pace so she could talk to Sara.

"Sorry to pull you away from Nixon, but I have no idea what's going on with Dick. Suddenly he's interested in me, and I'm very confused."

"Don't worry about pulling me away from Lew, I'll see him tomorrow. Now as for your two man front…that could become very interesting…so which one do you like better?"

Lana shrugged; she didn't really know either of them that well. "Right now I know Dick better than Ron, but there is something about Ron. I guess right now I like them both, who'd have guessed, I go from no men in my life to suddenly having two at the same time."

Sara giggled beside her, "I think it's exciting and they are both really hot, not that I noticed."

Lana laughed, "Yes, wait till I tell Nixon that you think both of them, especially his best friend is hot. That should win you points."

Both women retired to their bedrooms one with thoughts of a dark haired, dark eyed man and another torn between two men.

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Two days later word of an airborne jump into Belgium had come down from Division. Lana hadn't seen either man in two days but Nixon had stopped by to tell her that both of them send their regards.

"You really seem to think this is funny don't you Lew, how would you feel if two women were….never mind don't answer that. I can see by the smirk on your face you'd just love that wouldn't you."

Nixon chuckled and propped his hip on her desk. "Lana, you need to lighten up, right now they are both too busy to kill each other. But I do know that a certain oh so charming one, stops by daily to ask if I've seen you."

"Okay, so which one is that? With your sarcasm, I find it hard to keep up."

Picking up a pen from her desk, he sat twirling it between his fingers for a minute before answering.

"A certain intense Lieutenant from Dog Company that's who, but Dick asks as well, he is just much more subtle than the other one. But take heart, I hear we are leaving for Belgium and they will both be too busy to chase you."

Lana dropped her paperwork and gave Nixon her complete attention, "what a sweet thing to say, that I'm only worried about them chasing me. Are they both going on the jump?"

"Dick will be of course, but I think that Ron will jump much later with the reserves. All the fun will be over before he can hit the ground. However, neither of our heroes might be happy, seeing as you are going to work for Major Horton. That is the case correct, you going to work for Horton?"

"Yes, I'll be leaving here in a couple of days to travel back to await the invasion. I guess you'll be jumping in then?"

Leaning over to kiss her on the cheek, "yep, I'm a paratrooper, it's what we do."

Lana watched him leave hoping it would all work out. At least Sara was going to be happy; she would be working for Sink, which would give her more time with Nixon. Sighing she went back to the paperwork she'd been working on when Nixon had interrupted.

It was late when Lana finally got home, but at least Sara had left the lights on for her. Walking into the kitchen, she had just started the kettle for a cup of tea when a knock came at the door.

Assuming it was Nixon looking for Sara, she opened the door to find Ron Speirs standing on the doorstep.

"Ron, what are you doing here? I would have thought you would have been busy with your men."

He was looking down at his boots as if the answer to her question was on the ground. "If you'll let me come in I'll tell you all about it."

Laughing at herself, Lana opened the door wider and waved him inside. "Sorry about that, guess I'm just a little out of practice playing host to anyone."

She had to grip the door handle tighter when he walked past her. Why did he have to smell so good? Clearing her throat, she tried to focus her attention back to being a good host. "So would like a cup of tea, the water should be…"

She never had the chance to finish the statement because he'd suddenly stopped walking and turned back to face her. The intense look in his eyes robbed her of speech and when he stepped closer there went the ability to breathe.

"Lana, I know that you will be leaving soon and that we've not really gotten to know each other as much as I would have liked but there is something I would really love to have your permission to do."

Licking her lips, she somehow managed to find her voice and not have it come out squeaking. "Okay, what is it you want to ask me."

He watched her tongue run across her lips and had to take a step back to collect his thoughts.

"I would really love to kiss you. I know we're moving a little fast and I know you might still be afraid and then there is the Winters' issue…"

She laid her finger against his lips to make him stop talking. They were much softer than she had thought they would be and she ran the pad of her finger across them. She watched as his eyes slid closed and a shaky breath released.

With her, other hand she cupped his cheek and slid her hand along his jaw felling the days stubble rasp against her hand until she slide her fingers into his thick hair. Using his hair to guide him she pulled his head down until she could touch her lips with his.

She could feel the tension in his body and she loved the fact he was holding himself back when she was sure he would love to pull her close and take charge. She moved her other hand to his hair and pulled him tighter against her and with the tip of her tongue; she ran it across his lips.

She heard the low groan from him and pulled back just enough to speak. "You can kiss me now."

It an instant he had his arms around her lifting her to better fit against him. There was no sound around them except for the low moans coming from the both of them.

Finally, they broke for air and he allowed her to slide back down him. When both of her feet were on the ground, he rested his forehead on hers, both of them breathing heavily.

"Guess this means you like me huh?"

She laughed and hit his chest, "yeah I like you or at least I like kissing you very much. And I guess this means were just a little more than friends at this point."

Kissing her one more time, he pulled away from her and stepped toward the door. "Lana, as much as I hate to leave, if I don't go now, I won't leave till morning. Take care of yourself and I'll see you in Belgium."

Before he could open the door, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to face her. Cupping his face in both of her hands, she met his eyes, "be safe Ron, I'd really like to see you again."

Smiling he turned and walked out the door leaving Lana to wonder exactly what she'd gotten herself into now.

Okay, I know this one is shorter and I could have headed into Belgium, but this seemed like a good stopping point. For all of you Winters fans out there, I'm not going to crush his soul…I promise. Keep the reviews coming, I love some of the ideas I've received so far and I'd like to hear more.