A/N: Alright my readers, I am back! Thank you for all of your replies, I really appreciate it. I am sorry for not replying sooner but here is a new chapter. I hope you like it!

Sixteen Years Earlier

The room was filled with laughter and dancing couples. It was interesting to see the men I had been living with for so long finally get a chance to lighten up. People who I thought I would never see smile were having the time of their lives. It was the freedom that was doing this to them. Freedom from bellowing officers, KP duty, and most of all responsibility. They didn't have the responsibility of being perfect all the time. Granted they still had to act like a proper solder, but the responsibility wasn't as great.

It was good to see them like this even though I was almost completely miserable. The only thing that kept me from breaching that line was the music. I always loved jazz, I could listen to it for hours, and it just did something to me. So it made sitting at a table, watching the other couples dance around me somewhat bearable. There was something that wasn't bearable at all however.

I leaned back in my chair and took a rather large drink from my glass. Normally I wouldn't drink, however the situation called for it. Watching Daniel dance with one girl after another was slowly driving me insane. I wanted to be there dancing with him, not all these other girls but there was nothing I could do in this situation. Even though I couldn't do anything about it my eyes were permanently fixed on him. This was probably a bad idea considering that James would have a field day if he saw it, but I didn't really care. I continued to observe Daniel until he came back to the table and sat down.

"Why ain't you dancing with anyone?" he asked me.

"No one would want to dance with me," I told him.

He laughed and then shook his head. "Have you asked anyone?"

"No."

"Why not?" he asked as he crossed his arms.

I looked him in the eyes and then replied in a deadpan voice, "Nothing is catching my eye."

He frowned and then said, "There are plenty of nice gals in this room. How is none of them catching your eye?"

I sighed and took another drink from my glass. I couldn't explain to him the real reason, so I would just have to explain it the best I could. "They just aren't," I told him, "and I'm not really in the mood to dance anyway."

He just stared at me for a few moments, clearly not pleased with my answer. When he spoke his voice had an edge to it, one that I hadn't before. It wasn't angry, but it was more like a mixture of disappointment and frustration. "You are going to dance with at least one person tonight. That is non-negotiable. I did not teach you how to dance so you can just sit here and drink."

Those words stung, especially the last one. I placed my glass down and then looked back up at him. "Fine," I said and then began to look around the room. I decided I might as well get it over with. I looked for a few moments but still didn't see anything that cached my eye. There was only one person I wanted to dance with but that wasn't going to happen. Most of the women seemed to be much taller than myself, and dancing with them would just be embarrassing. After a few moments of looking, under Daniel's watchful eye, I sighed and looked back at him. I knew I had an almost pained look on my face, and his face softened.

"You're really not good at this are you?" he asked me.

"No," I sighed

"Antony pardon me for asking this, but have you ever even been out on a date with a girl?"

I looked at him, sighed once again, and shook my head. It was the truth, but I hadn't ever been on a date with anyone either.

"Well that explains a lot," he said in almost a whisper.

I was about to reply when a familiar redhead appeared in front of me.

"Would you care to dance with me?" she asked.

I looked at her in shock, and was about to say something when Daniel cut in. "Yes he will," he said and looked at me telling me to go.

Finally I was able to snap out of my shock enough to stand up, and lead her on the dance floor. Luckily a song that I was able to dance to begin to play, and I began to lead her.

"What are you doing here Jessie?" I asked her as I looked at her face. She was grinning back at me. She was a little shorter than me, which was good, but it was still a surprise to see her.

"I should be the one asking you that," she said, "but if you must know I'm a nurse here."

"Oh," I said. I was still in shock.

"So why are you here?" Jessie asked me.

I laughed slightly and said, "Well it should be obvious."

"You're insane. Do you know that you're family is going insane trying to figure out what happened to you?"

I looked back at her again. I hadn't really been thinking much about my family since I had been out here. There wasn't much of a point considering I couldn't send them any mail. They would try everything they could to get me out of here and blow everything.

"You should write to them, tell them you're okay," she said when I didn't say anything.

I sighed and shook my head. "I can't Jessie," I told her. "They would want me to come back home. I can't have that, I've come to far already."

She sighed as well and then said, "Yes I suppose you are right. They do need to know however. Especially if you go over to the war."

"I'll tell them if I end up finding out that I am going over there."

"Alright that's better than nothing," she said.

I looked back at her and then said, "If that time comes will you give them the letter? I can't have them trace it back to me."

Jessie nodded. "I'll do that for you," she said.

We continued to dance for a few moments in silence, and then I finally spoke. "So are you going to stay here and help us, or are you going to be transferred over to there?"

"I really don't know," she said. "It just really depends on where they need me at. If they call for me I'll go. "

"I hope you don't have to go over there," I told her. "I don't think you would be ready for it."

"Are you?" Jessie asked me.

I didn't say anything for a few moments and really thought about it. I had never actually asked myself that question even though I knew it was a big possibility. In fact it could even happen tomorrow but I had never thought about it. I suppose that I had ignored it because it is something that no one really wants to face. I had come to enjoy being at the base with Daniel, but that could all change in a second.

"I really don't know," I finally said. "Actually I don't think so, I don't think any amount of training can prepare you to go into a place like that."

"Well if you are over there just be careful," she said. "Do not get yourself killed, I don't think I could live with the guilt when I actually had a chance to keep you safe."

I smiled and I looked into her hazel eyes. "Don't worry I won't get killed, I promise."

"You better not," she said and laughed slightly.

"Oh I won't," and then finished in a whisper, "I'm much much worse than any American GI, I'm a woman. It will take a lot more than just a gun to kill me." This caused both of us to start laughing for a few moments. When we finally both calmed down I spoke again. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure what is it?"

"I can't risk my family being able to contact me even when I am over there, so is it alright that I send the letters to you and you repost them to my family?"

"Yes that's fine, any other way I can help?"

I thought about it for a few moments but shook my head. "No I don't think I have any other way you can help me right now."

"Alright well come here so I can give you my address here," Jessie said, then stopped dancing, and walked over to a nearby table. She took out a pen and paper and then wrote on it. She then handed it to me. "Just get a hold of me if you need anything okay?'

"Okay thank you," I said as I pocketed the paper.

"Well I have to go, I'll see you sometime," she said and then left.

I then turned around and went back to the table where Daniel was sitting at. As soon as I sat down he began to speak.

"Well how did it go?" he asked.

"Fine," I told him.

"Just fine? Common I seen her give you something, what was it?"

I rolled my eyes and then shook my head. "Just her mail address," I said. "I know her from back home, she's an old friend that's all."

He crossed his arms and then said, "You're no fun."

"Then why do you keep being around me?" I said with a smirk.

"I don't know, I keep asking myself that as well."

I glared at him and then said, "I'll keep that in mind the next time you need someone to help you pull of one of your crazy stunts." Then I stood up and began to walk out of the building.

"Hey wait!" he said and hurried after me.

I slowed down enough for him to catch up with me, and we walked in silence for a few moments.

"So did you have fun?" he asked now smiling at me again.

I looked at him and pretended to think about it for a few moments before I smiled. "Yeah I suppose I had a little fun," I said.

"Just a little?"

"Quit pushing it, a little is all you're going to get out of it." I said.

"Like I said, you're not fun."

I looked at him and then said, "You wouldn't have even a third of the amount of fun you have now if I wasn't here." I then laughed, he began to laugh along with me.

"Alright you win," he said.

I grinned at him and then said, "I always do."

"Hey now don't let it go to your head!" he quickly replied.

A/N: I have finished my school and have my own computer, so nothing will get in my way of writing...except maybe writer's block. Hopefully you will all give me ideas to keep this story going. I hope you liked this chapter. Once again it was another filler, but I needed to do something to get me into the swing of things. If you have any ideas please let me know. I need to know what I am doing wrong or right.