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As the summer wore on, so did the nerves of Easy company. Training only took up so much time during the day. In between and at night, they were left with their thoughts. And alcohol.

Jaclyn narrowed her eyes in front of her. Her concentration was fierce and unwavering. She thought for a long time before acting.

"I'll bet."

The men around her groaned. Perconte flopped his cards down on the table, rubbing his forehead.

Jaclyn cocked an eyebrow. "Are you folding, Perco?"

Perconte's eyes widened before quickly collecting his cards back in his hands. "Nope."

Jaclyn grinned wickedly. "Too bad. I was hoping for a show." Perconte blushed brilliantly.

Luz strolled into the room of the common house. "Mack, there you are. I've..." His eyes traveled over the four of them sitting at the table, Jaclyn sitting immediately in front of him. "What the fuck..."

Bending her head back, Jaclyn looked at him upside down from her seat. "Hey handsome. Wanna play?"

Liebgott shook his head violently. "Don't do it, George."

Martin sighed. "Yeah, save yourself."

Looking at her cards, Jaclyn shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

They all chuckled, causing Luz to blush. Shaking his head to clear it, he asked, "Are you guys playing poker?"

Perconte shuddered. "Strip poker."

"Jackie's idea," added Martin.

Jaclyn looked at Luz upside down again and grinned. "I'm winning."

Luz took in the scene in front of him. Every man was shirtless, only dog tags on their bare chests. Jaclyn was fully clothed in both her tshirt and button up. Luz shook his head again, grinning. "Are you guys really that stupid? She's a spy that specializes in intelligence and thievery for crying out loud."

"You forgot tactical combat," added Jaclyn. She leaned towards Perconte and whispered very loudly, "He forgot tactical combat."

Luz's grin widened. "And you're toasted." He looked at the several empty pints around the room. "You're all toasted."

"You think we'd agree to this sober? Besides, we thought she was so drunk that we'd actually stand a shot this time," said Martin.

"So you decided to play strip poker with my girl?"

Perconte held up his hands. "Told you man, it was her idea."

"I lost at the other stupid game." She hiccuped. "I don't like losing."

"What other game was that?"

"Bloody stupid Yank game," she muttered. "They cheated."

Liebgott chuckled. "You can't cheat at Truth or Dare, Jackie."

Jaclyn stuck her tongue out at him, before grinning proudly. "But I got my revenge. Frank here only has his underwear left." Perconte blushed again.

Luz smiled in disbelief at them. "And you idiots haven't been able to beat her once."

"No, we got her a few times."

"Just my boots."

Martin smirked. "And your pants." Jaclyn gave him a glare as Luz's eyes bugged wide.

Jaclyn scoffed. "Don't worry, Luz. I'm wearing your boxers." Luz hung his head, completely speechless.

"Ask her how she lost at Truth or Dare," said Liebgott, grinning.

Jaclyn kicked him under the table. "You're all ganging up on me. An innocent woman," she muttered. Every man snorted at that, including Luz.

Luz sighed, afraid of the answer. "OK, how did you lose at Truth or Dare?"

"I told you, they cheated."

He rolled his eyes. This woman. "OK then, how did they cheat?"

Jaclyn pursed her lips. "Because they wouldn't let me play the Truth portion. Something about how spies lie and some other bullshit. I could only do Dare."

Luz grinned with the other guys. "What did you have to do?"

Jaclyn pouted, hanging her head. She muttered something very softly. Luz smirked. "You're going to have to speak up, doll."

Huffing, she repeated louder. "I had to go steal Spiers' Nazi flag that he took from Berchtesgaden." A pause. "He caught me." Really am losing my touch.

"Losing your touch, Mack." She narrowed her eyes. Jackass.

Jaclyn held up her glass and down the rest of her beer. She gave them a winning smile. "But I got my revenge. Well, almost. They aren't naked just yet."

The three men eyed Luz, clearing asking him to take her away. Luz understood and responded with a wink.

"Hey Mack," he said softly, "before you strip these guys of skivvies and dignity, I was wondering if you could help me with something."

Jaclyn rolled her eyes. "But I'm about to win."

"Will just take a sec."

Jaclyn stood, sure enough only in Luz's boxers. She pulled on her pants. "Don't worry boys," she said, walking crookedly to the door, "I'm not a cheater, like some other people. Off the pants will go when I return!" They chuckled, but relieved. As soon as she was gone, they began pulling on their clothes.

"OK George," she said grumpily. "What is this most important and dire need?"

Leaning her against the wall, he kissed her long and deep. He pressed his body into hers, swallowing her whole, before needing air. Kissing her neck, he scraped his teeth along the skin.

Jaclyn swallowed hard, twisting her fingers in his hair. "George, we're in the hallway," she murmured, but she didn't push him away.

He pulled back and kissed her again, effectively shutting her up and making her forget that there even was a hallway.

Luz broke the kiss and grinned at her dazed expression. "Ready to go?"

Jaclyn opened her eyes, dizzy. "Where are we going?"

Luz clicked his tongue. "Don't you remember? We're meeting Doc in your tent. One last looksie at the arm. And you don't want to make that man angry, now do you?"

Jaclyn sighed and nodded. "OK, we'd better go. I can't believe I forgot! Don't tell, Eugene."

"I promise, doll. Not a word." Luz caught the eyes of the guys as the peered at them from the door. Her boots magically appeared around the corner and he took them. Another wink and they were gone.

The 506th had had their fun with the excess of alcohol while in Austria. Unfortunately sometimes the booze would be too much to hold while they waited to see if they'd head out again.

"Mackenzie!" Spiers yelled. He turned to Roe. "Doc, think you can hold steady on the ride?" He shouted over his shoulder again. "Mackenzie!"

Jaclyn, Luz and Talbert ran into the room. When they saw Grant on the table and the wound to his head, they stopped short.

"Jesus," whispered Luz.

"What happened?" asked Jaclyn.

"Drunk soldier from I company shot him," murmured Roe.

Spiers looked at her. "I need you to come with us. We need to find a kraut surgeon. You can translate," he said.

"Can't Liebgott -" started Luz.

Jaclyn stepped forward. "Of course, sir."

Spiers nodded. "Talbert, Luz. Help me and Roe move him into the jeep."

Jaclyn followed them outside as they loaded the stretcher and Grant to the back of the jeep. Roe hopped in the back, still applying pressure to his head. Jaclyn moved to jump in the front with Spiers when Luz put a hand on her arm.

"You don't need to be the one that goes," he said to her, his eyes pleading, flashbacks of when she left last time blinding him. Jesus don't go.

Jaclyn gave him a soft smile. "I'll come back to you." She jumped into the passenger seat.

Luz grimaced. "That's what you said last time."

Spiers started the engine. Jaclyn winked to Luz. "And I did, didn't I?"

Luz rolled his eyes. Eventually. Spiers started pulling away fast. He watched them go, his heart pounding. Stay safe.

It took them about an hour of searching and asking, but they were finally directed to a German brain surgeon in the heart of town.

After Jaclyn explained to him what was needed, she wasn't sure what his reaction would be. If he would even help a wounded American soldier that conquered his city.

The doctor took a glance at the wound, staring at it for a long time. He turned to Jaclyn. "Ich kann helfen. Bring mich zum Krankenhaus. (I can help. Take me to the hospital.)" She smiled wide, turning to Spiers and Roe, she nodded.

They left that instant, back to the aid station at headquarters. Jaclyn turned behind her on the drive back, glancing at the kraut doctor. He gave her a brief smile which she returned. Not all Germans are Nazis. There are good people here if we look.

Luz and Talbert were sitting in the foyer when Jaclyn, Spiers, Roe, and a stranger rushed passed towards the aid station. Luz stopped her with his hand. They watched the others head in. "Mack, is he going to be OK?"

She nodded, turning back to him. "The doctor said he has a chance."

Luz and Talbert sighed with relief. Jaclyn stepped forward, hugging them both. She felt the fear of losing another man leave her a moment before she heard the smack of flesh against flesh next door.

Jaclyn turned her eyes to the room. "What's going on?"

Luz and Talbert exchanged a glance. Luz coughed before saying, "They found the perpetrator. Some replacement from I company." They heard a grunt. Jaclyn immediately started walking towards it. "I don't think you -" He stopped when he saw the look in her eyes.

Jaclyn opened the door to find a crowd circling a bloodied man tied to a chair. Several of their fists were torn after punching the private in the face. Even through the mess, Jaclyn recognized him as one of the soldiers that catcalled her during her time with I company. She had shot him down instantly.

Her eyes scanned the faces of her friends. "You need to stop this."

Randleman, who always had a soft spot for her, narrowed his eyes. "Step away, Jackie. This ain't your fight."

She walked up to him. He towered over her, but she didn't back down. "Like hell it isn't. Grant is part of my family too." Jaclyn pointed to the man in the chair. "This isn't even a fair fight. Be a man, Bull, and back off."

Randleman's nostrils flared in anger. Before he could respond, Spiers burst into the room, gun in hand.

The Captain stood in front of the beaten private and raised the firearm to his face. "Is this him," he breathed quietly, his body shaking.

Jaclyn reacted. She stepped in between them, the gun pointing at her chest. She heard Luz take a quick breath in through his teeth. She raised both her hands in the air.

"Step away, Mackenzie," Spiers growled, his hand trembling slightly.

"No," she replied. She was surprised to find her voice strong and clear. "You don't want to do this, Captain."

Jaclyn saw Luz move. In the corner of her eye, she glimpsed his white face. "Jackie, come here. Please, darling," he whispered.

"Move Mackenzie," Spiers commanded, his voice deadly. He cocked the gun.

Jaclyn refused to back down. Her eyes never left his. "Put the gun down, sir. This man will suffer, you mark my words."

"He will never suffer enough."

Jaclyn nodded. "You're right," she agreed. This surprised Spiers. "But if you kill him right now, he will suffer no more."

Spiers' eyes bore into hers. He was silent, staring, and then he lowered the gun. Livid, he left.

Jaclyn's heart began to beat again. She took a deep breath and looked around the room, avoiding Luz's eyes. "You've done enough. All of you. Beating this man to death is beneath you."

She heard the I company private stir behind her. She turned to look at him.

He looked her up and down before chuckling. "You're that bitch from Easy, ain't you?"

Jaclyn ground her teeth together and then punched him hard in the face, the final hit effectively knocking him out.

She pulled back her hand, wincing. To her surprise, Randleman chuckled. "You were saying, darlin'?"

Jaclyn hissed in pain. "Jesus, Doc, what happened to that gentle touch of yours?"

Roe looked up at her from his examination of her hand and glared. "Must have lost it about the same time you lost your damn mind."

Luz coughed. "What he said."

Jaclyn narrowed her eyes at him. "I thought you promised to be good."

Luz held up his hands innocently. "I promised not to yell or scold you. Not to be good. Plus, I was only agreeing with Doc."

Roe touched her bruised knuckles again making her wince. "I can yell and scold you all I want." He stood, taking a breath. "You're lucky. Nothing's broken." Jaclyn smiled, relieved. Her smile fell from her face when she looked at Roe. "And I want you to promise me this will be the last time I tell you you've lucked out, Jackie. No more stunts like this. Got me?"

Luz coughed again pointedly.

Jaclyn rolled her eyes but when she looked back at Roe, her face softened. "I promise, Eugene." Roe nodded, still glaring, but he left satisfied.

Luz moved until he stood in front of her. He didn't say anything, but just raised his eyebrows. She attempted to point at him before remembering her wrapped hand. "You promised."

Luz grinned before taking her injured hand gently in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed the bruised knuckles softly. He looked back up at her, his waist still bent. "I absolutely promise not to yell at you for being a headstrong, bullheaded, idiotic woman for standing in front of the gun of a known madman. Nope, not me."

"Shut up, Luz."