A/N: Thank you BrokenAngel1753, Baxley, My.Psuedonym.Was.Taken, EVILxELMOx666, Attonlover and BunnyChan Moody, and Bobadoo for reviewing. I would also like to thank Attonlover and BunnyChan Moody, Baxley, FeeLache, and Goldenlilies for faveing my story. Thank you all for being so patient. Oh and by the way, I spent four hours with my English teacher going over commas, so I hope I have improved. Now on with the story!

Present

"You actually did that?" Elenor asks, skeptically.

"Of course, I did," I pause. "You don't believe me do you?"

"No, no I don't."

"You believed me when I said, I suck into an army base, but you don't believe I pulled a prank on someone, why?"

"Well, you going into an army base is something I can see you doing, but I can't see you pulling a prank on anyone. It's not something you would do now."

I smile slightly before speaking again, "Point taken, it isn't something I would do now, but back then was a completely different story. I was a different person, and I had partner in crime. Daniel had a lot of influence on me. In fact I don't think I would have done most of those things if he hadn't talked me into them."

"Still, I don't believe you."

"Ever the skeptic," I mutter before saying out loud, "I'll be right back."

I quickly make my way to the basement, and then to the back of the room, where I have hidden my footlocker. I pause before uncovering it, if I do there is no going back. By nature I am a coward, that's why it has taken me so long to tell my daughter anything. I sigh, and move everything off of it. It's already too late, anyway.

After dragging the locker into the living room, I look at Elenor. Her eyes are wide with shock.

"You were telling the truth," she manages to get out, "you actually did join the army."

"Yes I did," I tell her while unlocking the footlocker. When I open it I freeze, and look inside its depths. In my mind I can see a different time, a different world, but really there is only things from a different time.

"Mom, you alright?" Elenor's voice brings me back to reality.

"Yes, I'm fine," my voice tells a completely different story. I begin to rummage through the footlocker. It doesn't take me long to find what I want. "Eli, look at this," I hand her a picture. She takes one look at it and starts laughing.

"You believe me now?" I ask her, when she clams down.

"Yes I believe you," she pauses and looks at me. "Where have you been hiding all of this?"

"In the basement."

Elenor snorts before speaking again, "Figures you would put this in the only place I don't like going."

"It wouldn't have done you any good anyway. Even if I had put it right in front of you, you couldn't have gotten in it. I got a combination lock after the last time someone broke into it."

"Someone broke into it, who?"

"James did," I say as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, which to me it was.

"Why?"

I raze my eyebrow. "Did you really think James would let me get away with that little stunt Daniel and I pulled?"

"No, not really," she replies, "What did he do?"

"Sit down and I'll tell you."

She quickly complies, and patently waits for the story to begin again.

Sixteen Years Earlier

There is one rule in revenge: it is a dish best served cold. James didn't get this memo, well not at first. For about three months he had been trying to get back at me and Daniel, mostly me. All of his stunts had not been very effective. They had all been poorly thought out, and we had been expecting retaliation. The amount eventually thinned out, then stopped altogether. After three months of being in flight or fight mode, I was exhausted and fully embraced a chance to relax. This would prove to be my mistake.

Daniel and I were making our way back to the barracks. It had been a rather calm day, and it seemed to be coming to a calm end. I was fully expecting to be enthralled in the new book I had gotten. Luck was not with me that night. When we got to the barracks, I only had eyes for my book. If I hadn't been so absorbed in getting to it and reading it, I would have figured something out was about to happen. Actually, if I had even taken the time to observe even my footlocker before I opened it, I would have known something was not right. I didn't though. I just started digging through my footlocker. It wasn't until until James reached into my footlocker, that I even realized something was wrong.

"Well it looks like I was right, you are a fag!" James said.

I looked what he had in his hand, and was horrified. It was a pair of very sleazy, frilly, woman's underwear. I hadn't worn anything feminine since I had came here, and I never even wore anything like that before I came here. That didn't matter though. I could tell I was as good as dead if I didn't come up with something soon.

"Those are not mine. I have never seen them before," I told him.

"Who else could they belong to?" he sneered.

"I don't know but they are not mine!" I insisted.

"Why should I believe that?"

"Come on James, leave him alone," Daniel said. "He just probably snuck a pretty gal in, and wanted to keep a souvenir. Right, Antony?"

"Yes," I replied, even though it made me want to gag.

"Like I'm going to believe that. It doesn't matter anyway, I'm not living with a creep like you around anymore!"

I didn't have time to react before he slammed me up against the wall. He manged to punch me in the gut and in the face before Daniel pulled James off of me.

"Leave him alone, or I will call the MPs on you," Daniel said as he shoved James away from him.

James snarled, "Your still defending him after seeing that, I can't believe you!"

"It doesn't mean anything," Daniel replied.

During this I had grabbed the underwear and looked at them. What was on them caused me to grin wildly. "Thats for sure," I said while trying not to laugh. "Daniel take a look at these."

He took one look at them and both eyebrows went up. "James would you care to explain why your name is on these?"

That was it, and I couldn't stop from laughing.

"Let me see those," James demanded, "This isn't my name. It says Jamie."

"Does it matter?" Daniel asked, "Your the only one here with a name close to it. Knowing a person like that, they would use a more feminine version of their name."

"That doesn't mean anything," James insisted.

I could no longer keep my mouth shut. "That's what we tried to tell you before you gave me a bloody nose," I said.

"But..."

"Shut up and listen." Daniel said, "I don't think your gay, I think you broke into Antony's locker and put that in there to give you an excuse to beat the hell out of him, but if you don't drop it we can always push it."

"If you drop it we will never speak another word about it," I said.

He could have continued, we honestly didn't have anything that we could really accuse him of, trying to connect his name with the one on the underwear was a bluff, but luckily he didn't call our bluff.

"Alright, I wont bother you anymore about it. Just say away from me, you freak," he said, and then walked away.

"I wont have a problem with that," I replied.

Daniel looked at me. "Do you really think they were his?" he asked when James was out of ear shot.

I grinned and said, "No."

"Then who's?"

"Well I can't be sure, but I do know his sister's name is Jamie," I said, with my grin growing even more.

A/N: Sorry, this was a filler chapter. I had major writers block and I just took an idea I got from Baxley, tweaked it a bit, and ran with it. Hopefully I will be able to come up with something soon. I know where I want to go with this, I just don't know how to get there. I need to know, do you want me to put another chapter of them at the camp, or do you want me to get on with the story and the war?