As the days trudged on, the weather only seemed to get colder. As if it could, Jaclyn thought miserably. But it did.

She found out quickly that there was no way she'd survive by herself in a foxhole. Her slight frame needed the added warmth of another body beside her. Although she rotated among her closest friends, Jaclyn slept best when she was with Luz.

Like the cold, the Germans didn't relent. Roe was a mad man, running throughout Easy, going from injury to injury in the midst of gunfire. Trees erupted around him, but he didn't stop.

Guarnere and Jaclyn watched him run again as someone called for a medic. "Crazy Cajun looks like he took a page from your book, dollface," he said.

Jaclyn smiled grimly. Is that what it looks like from this side? I must be as mad as they say.

When it had quieted down some, she made her way to Roe's foxhole, rifle in hand. Jumping in next to him, she nudged him with her shoulder. "They're calling you the 'Crazy Cajun' now."

Roe smirked. "Almost as bad as 'That Mad Woman.'"

Jaclyn chuckled. "Or 'Ice Queen.'"

Roe narrowed his eyes. "You knew about that? I told Luz to keep his mouth shut."

She nodded and smiled. "Eugene, women always know."

"Is that right?"

"Absolutely."

Roe studied her face, but smiled to himself. I don't think you know everything, Jackie, he thought to himself.

She nudged him again when he got quiet. "You going out again?"

He nodded. "I need to check in with Captain Winters first."

"I'll join you," she replied as they both stood up. "I've been meaning to speak to him."

They made their way along together to battalion headquarters. Outside it, they found Winters chopping up ice in a box so that he could have water to shave. He looked up to them, chattering with cold. "Eugene. Jackie. What do I owe this pleasure?"

They both watched in disbelief as he dunked the brush into the ice water again before applying it to his face. They then looked at each other. "You say they call me 'That Mad Woman,' Eugene?"

He nodded. "Yeah, and I'm the 'Crazy Cajun'?"

Winters stopped with his brush, waiting for the point in this exchange. Jaclyn continued, gesturing towards him. "What should we call our good Captain here? I'd consider 'Wild Winters,' but that's a little too close to 'Wild Bill.' Captain may get offended.'"

Winters grinned, resuming his shave. "More like Guarnere would be the one offended."

They laughed with him, sitting down side by side. Jaclyn spoke first. "Sir, anything from RAF? I haven't had a mission in awhile."

Winters grinned again, tilting his chin up to shave his neck. "Getting antsy, Jackie?"

Damn, they know me too well. She shook her head. "Just getting sick of these guys." She winked to Roe before knocking her elbow against his. He grinned back.

Winters watched the exchange, happy to see how well their British visitor had fit into Easy. He thought briefly back to when he had first met her and how much she had changed since then. Definitely for the better, he thought.

Winters sighed. "Sorry to disappoint. We're surrounded by German forces. Looks like we are all sitting tight for awhile until General McAuliffe decides our next steps."

She nodded, disappointed but not surprised. Winters turned to Eugene. "And you Doc?"

Roe sighed. "We are in desperate need of bandages and plasma, sir. And I'm down to my last syrette of morphine."

Winters pursed his lips, thinking. "Go to Dog company and request everything you need. They haven't been hit as hard as Easy." Roe nodded, standing up with Jaclyn. They turned to go, but Winters stopped them. "And Doc? Beg, borrow and steal if you have to. It might get ugly soon." The medic nodded again, and they turned to go.

Jaclyn walked with Roe until he realized she meant to follow him to Dog company. He raised an eyebrow in question. She grinned. "You heard the Captain, Doc. What use is a spy if you don't utilize the resource?" Roe grinned back.

They slowly made their way towards Dog company, finding the trench with the first platoon's medic. The soldier looked up and immediately shut Roe down. "Sorry, we can't help you," he said, moving another full box of bandages towards the bunker. "We need all that we can."

Roe opened up his mouth again to argue, but Jaclyn kicked him lightly on the foot. He closed his mouth again.

She crouched down on her heels, catching the soldier's glance. His eyes widened when he saw that she was a woman. "Hello Corporal..."

"Matthew Smith."

"Corporal Smith. I don't think we've met. I'm Jaclyn Mackenzie. I've been sent over by Captain Winters."

He eyed her suspiciously. "What for?"

Jaclyn gave him a big smile, widening her eyes innocently. "To boost morale, of course. Looks like you fine men could do with a little feminine cheer before Christmas." Roe coughed and turned away to hide his smile.

Smith smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Winters sent a Brit?"

"You don't like the accent? Most of Fox company thought it alluring."

Smith chuckled with a goofy grin. "Of course, ma'am. Very alluring."

Jaclyn sighed, looking forlorn. "I just bumped into Corporal Roe here on my way to introduce myself. He was telling me how low on supplies Easy company is." She swallowed hard, her eyes shining. "Matty, I can't stand the thought of any soldier hurt in this terrible war. You are all such fine men. How can they survive without supplies?"

Smith paused a moment before shaking his head. "Don't worry, ma'am. I can help them." He walked to the four boxes of bandages to his left before picking one up and handing it to Roe. "That enough?"

Roe eyed the contents, but cocked an eyebrow. "Plasma and morphine? And scissors. Sharp ones."

Smith sighed in annoyance, but one look at Jaclyn's face and he handed over a few of each, plus a pair of scissors.

Jaclyn gushed, "Thank you, Matty." She leaned down lower and kissed his cheek before standing. "You've made me feel so much better." For good measure, she kissed Roe's cheek, whispering to him, before turning away. She looked at them both. "God bless both of you."

They both watched her turn to the right and walk away down the line, disappearing in the fog. While Smith shook his head in admiration, Roe shook his head in happy disbelief. After a moment, he remembered her whispered instruction.

"Can you show me quickly how you fortified this trench? We could use something like this in Easy," he said to Smith, motioning to the left. Smith sighed, but nodded, and he began to show Roe something he already knew.

From the corner of his eye, Roe saw Jaclyn silently jump into the medical bunker and remove another box of bandages and a handful of morphine. In a flash, she was out again, lost in the fog of the woods. Roe nodded to Smith, not paying attention. It took everything in him not to smirk.

Jaclyn walked deeper into the woods before stopping to wait for Roe. She smiled to herself, pleased with the outcome. She didn't hear that she had company until he was behind her.

"Thieving from Dog company, Officer Mackenzie?"

She jumped, but straightened her shoulders before turning around to face Lieutenant Spiers. He looked at her silently, his expression unreadable. "Just doing as what was ordered of me, sir. Captain Winters did specifically say 'beg, borrow, and steal.'" She shrugged, smiling innocently. "I don't care much for begging."

Spiers narrowed his eyes. He towered over her. "And flirting?"

Jaclyn shrugged again, unafraid. "Is it my fault that men are easy to bend to a woman's will?"

Spiers paused a moment before smiling. "As long as you don't break them." She smiled in return.

Roe walked up to them, his arms full with supplies. His eyes widened when he spotted Spiers, unsure if they were about to be reprimanded. The lieutenant only nodded to Jaclyn before leaving to go back to his company. They watched him go.

Blinking, Roe said to her. "Jaclyn Mackenzie, will you ever stop surprising me?"

She gave him a grin as they walked away with their winnings. "What fun would that be?"

Even though Jaclyn didn't have an assigned mission, she continued to use her stealth and skills to help her men. When Toye's boots were blown to bits in a mortar strike, she crept through the forest towards the Germans until she found a few dead krauts frozen to the earth.

"They're a nine," she said, dropping them next to Toye in his hole. Guarnere stood next to her, smirking as they watched his reaction.

"Goddamn, Jackie. These kraut boots?" he exclaimed, immediately putting them on his feet.

"That a problem?"

Toye scoffed. "Hell no. I think there's some fur lining in here." He jumped out, his new boots hitting the ground hard before enveloping her into a big hug. "You are an angel."

Jaclyn blushed and chuckled. "Don't mention it." She and Guarnere turned away while Toye tested out his new shoes.

She looped an arm through his in an attempt to get warmer. "Here's your chance, Bill. Need anything from me before Hoobler requests me to steal a luger again?"

Guarnere grimaced. "Not unless you can steal some penicillin. I'm still pissing needles." Long ago, he had forgotten Jaclyn was a woman. With it, any semblance of propriety.

"You heard what Doc said. Keep drinking water," she scolded him.

"It's the pissing that what hurts! How does pissing more help me?"

She shushed him. "Just do as he says. We don't need you going back to the hospital because your cock stops working."

He chuckled. "Ain't nothing wrong with my cock, sweetheart."

She smirked. "So you've repeatedly mentioned."

They dropped down into his foxhole. "Don't worry, sweetcheeks, you ain't my type."

Jaclyn cocked an eyebrow. "Strong? Intelligent? Plucky?

He snorted. "Blonde. And you are probably the shortest woman I've ever seen."

She smacked him in the chest but grinned. "Asshole. But don't worry, you're not my type either."

"Handsome?"

"Annoying."

Guarnere chuckled loudly. He watched her from the corner of his eye before adding, "Liar. That would eliminate Luz, too."

That stopped Jaclyn short. She tried to play it off by coughing and then nodding. "Luz is an exceptional level of annoying. This morning he tried to get me to steal Nixon's alcohol stash. I may be mad, but I'm not suicidal." Pathetic diversionary attempt, Jackie.

Guarnere only hummed in agreement, but his dark eyes still watched her. She felt his gaze and blushed. She took a breath before looking defiantly back to him. "Cut it out, Guarnere."

He held up his hands. "I'm not saying nothin'." He paused for a long time before adding, "But if I was to say something…"

"Here we go."

"…I'd say he feels the same way."

Jaclyn opened and closed her mouth several times, speechless. Finally, she spit out, "Don't be ridiculous, Bill. Luz is just a friend. Quit insinuating anything more." And change the subject before my heart explodes in my chest. She thought briefly of the last time Luz was more than a friend, and she blushed deeply.

Guarnere only shrugged. "Alright, doll, whatever you say."

She ground her bottom lip with her teeth, agitated. Her heart continued to pound. She glanced at Guarnere, but he was busy cleaning his fingernails. Don't say it. Keep your mouth shut. Don't say it, girl.

She took a quick breath. "When you say…"

He grinned lopsidedly and looked at her, as if waiting for her question. "Old Gonorrhea don't miss nothin', sweetheart." He studied her conflicted expression before softening his tone. "It's obvious he cares for you, Jack."

"Well I hope you care for me, too, Bill."

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." Jaclyn fell silent again.

Guarnere watched her for a long time. He sighed and added, "You may not agree, but you deserve to be happy, Jackie."

She leaned her head against his shoulder, gazing out into the field in front of them, unseeing. You're right. I don't agree.