An Unexpected Happening- George Luz x Sister Imagine

September, 1948

"No. Absolutely not. No way. You can't come dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?"

"Like that. Your boobs look far too huge and your ass looks like it might split that dress in two."

"You're my brother; quit looking at my boobs and my ass, you pervert."

George rolled his eyes and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on the kitchen table, before fixing his sister, Flora, with a look that he hoped would make her rethink her dress decision and run upstairs and change. Instead all she did was sit down opposite him and put her arm on the table, elbow down and hand up, raising an eyebrow in silent dare.

"Seriously, an arm wrestle?" he scoffed. "We're not kids anymore."

"I know," she grinned. "Which is why you're gonna feel like an idiot when I still win."

"Like that's gonna happen."

"I tell you what, George, if you're so darned confident then I bet you that if I lose I'll change into the floral ankle length monstrosity Mom made me wear to church last week," Flora eyed George with a look that reminded him disgustingly of himself when he was cocksure about something. "It's got sleeves that go down to my wrists and it's so baggy that no one will be able to tell there's boobs and butt underneath it. So what do you say? It's your call."

"Deal."

… … …

"You know, the deal wasn't that you could change into something tighter just 'cause you won," George sulked as they walked through the hotel doors.

"The deal wasn't that I couldn't," Flora shrugged, her face breaking out into a smile when she saw Bill Guarnere standing near the reception area. Balancing on his crutches, he was nodding at one of the staff who scuttled off hurriedly with a smile.

"Well, would you look at little Flora," Bill opened his arms wide and pulled her in for a hug. "Aint so little no more, are you?"

"Hands off," George scowled when Bill's hand dipped a little too close to Flora's butt. "She's practically a child."

"I'm twenty one, George," she rolled her eyes.

"Well you're still my baby sister," he muttered.

"I'm like five and a half years younger than you, that's it. Now, some little birdie told me there's a party going on here with a bunch of hot paratroopers, so lead the way Bill."

"You saying I aint hot, doll?" he grinned.

"Oh, you're the hottest of them all, Bill," she winked. "But your wife is already glaring at me through the glass panel on the door, so I better keep my distance if I know what's good for me."

"This broad," Bill laughed. "Come on, princess."

"Oh hi, George, good to see you buddy," George muttered to himself as Bill led his little sister into the ballroom that was being used for the reunion.

It was the same every time Flora invited herself to an Easy reunion or event. In typical Luz fashion she put on an award winning performance of funny jokes and impressions, and just a vivaciousness that had everyone eating out of the palm of her hand. Before, when she was a little younger, it had been annoying but at least he hadn't had to worry about his buddies flirting with her, but in the last two years George was forced to admit she had suddenly blossomed into a woman and it terrified him.

And now he was really beginning to regret letting her come tonight.

… … …

"I tell you George, your sister is a hoot," Malarkey laughed as he downed another beer, his face taking on a rosy red complexion as the alcohol coursed through his blood. "If I didn't have my Irene, I'd-"

"Really not finish that sentence if I were you, Don," George warned him with narrowed eyes and a scowl. "She's a damn pain in my ass. I swear she only comes to these things to try and catch herself a man. It's embarrassing."

"Looks like it's working," Don muttered, watching as Speirs led Flora out onto the dance floor, the look in his eyes possessive and the grip on Flora's waist a little too high up to be considered polite.

"That girl," George hissed, knocking back his own beer before standing up and heading onto the dance floor, making a beeline for his sister who was giving Speirs a look that George recognised all too well. It was the look he gave a woman when he wanted to get her into bed, and seeing that exact expression mirrored on his baby sister's face filled him with equal amounts of anger and disgust. "Sorry to interrupt, Captain Speirs, sir, but I need to borrow my sister."

All of the other officers in Easy had long since foregone being called by their ranks, choosing for the men to use their given names now that the war was over. All except Speirs that was.

"For what?" Flora scowled at George. "I'm busy."

"It'll just take a minute," reached for her arm just as Speirs spun them around so that Flora's back was to her brother.

"She's busy," Speirs repeated Flora's words. "I'll send her over to you when we're done."

"With all due respect, sir, I really need my sister," George ignored the fact that Speirs still terrified him.

"With all due respect to you, Luz, the answer is no."

George muttered a bunch of expletives under his breath as Speirs maneuvered himself and Flora further away, his sister turning around and sticking her tongue out childishly.

That little madam. She wouldn't be smirking when he got his hands on her later.

… … …

"For the love of god, would you calm down? It was just a few dances."

George eyes his sister with a raised eyebrow. They were driving home; George had opted not to drink so that they wouldn't have to stay in a hotel overnight.

"You were dancing with him for most of the night, and when you weren't dancing you were drinking and laughing with each other," George exclaimed. "Captain Speirs does not laugh."

"Well I think I proved you wrong there," Flora scoffed.

"That's my point, Flora! He was clearly laughing along with you because he was after something. Something he thought you were giving away easily because of that goddamn dress."

"Or maybe he was laughing because he thinks I'm actually funny," Flora scowled when George snatched the cigarette she had just lit and threw it out of the window. "Hey!"

"Smoking's bad for you," he muttered, rolling the window back up.

"Says the man who smokes forty a day," she huffed. "You just try and control everything I do because you're a… a woman hater."

"Excuse me?" George laughed dryly. "Flo, trust me I don't hate women. I love women. A lot. And they love me, especially when I-

"-Too much information, George."

"Whatever. The point being is that I'm not a woman hater. I'm just a big brother, ok? I'm looking out for you, so you need to trust me when I tell you a guy like Speirs is only after one thing and he ain't getting it from you."

"Fine," Flora rolled her eyes, leaning over to kiss George's cheek. "You're a pain in the ass but I know you mean well."

"I do," he smiled at her. "So next reunion no more flirting, yeah? Otherwise I'm gonna have to stop bringing you to them."

"Alright," she promised, lighting up another cigarette and offering it to George. "For what it's worth though, I absolutely would have let him have whatever he wanted. Especially if he used that tone of voice he did on you. Yes sir, private F Luz reporting for duty."

"You're disgusting. Wait until I tell mom."

… … …

George frowned as he rang his house phone once and then twice. It was eleven at night which meant that Flora was most definitely at home, or at least she should have been anyway.

It was a work night, and considering she had to be up at five to beautify herself, George knew that there was no way she would be out with her friends. Flora needed at least five or six hours of sleep to function as less of a mega bitch than usual.

George was working away, doing a favour for a friend for a few nights, so he had asked Flora to apartment sit for him. Being the last Luz child left living at home, he thought she might enjoy the freedom for a few nights, and he hoped it might make her realise that living alone really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Especially seeing as Flora had announced to their parents a few weeks ago that she was thinking of getting her own place.

George could still see the horror on their mother's face and the disapproving look on their father's. Unmarried, young women didn't live alone. At least not ones from their family anyway. It was unheard of.

The phone cut out so he hung up and dialled again, a niggling feeling gnawing in his stomach. He had to call twice more before she finally answered, and just as he was about to hang up and call their parents.

"Hello?"

"About fucking time, Flora. I've only called a bazillion times. What took you so long?"

"Nothing," she answered, sounding a little out of breath. "I was asleep."

"Then why do you sound like you've just ran a marathon?"

"I don't," she lied.

"You do," George narrowed his eyes even though she couldn't see him, and when he heard a noise in the background he sat up a little straighter in his uncomfy hotel room bed. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Flora sounded far too casual. "The cat knocked something over. So how's the job going?"

"Don't change the subject. Something's going on and I'm gonna send dad over to check on you."

"Alright, alright, wait!" Flora exclaimed desperately. "Fine, I'll tell you but it's embarrassing so you have to swear not to tell anyone."

"Scouts honour."

"I was exercising."

"You were what?" George frowned. "You? Exercising? Why do I smell bullshit? 'Cause I remember when mom asked you to run to the corner store once for something and you nearly fainted from exhaustion."

"I know," Flora muttered. "But there's this new girl at work and she asked me to go on this hike with her and some of her friends. Anyway, I lied and told her I was super fit so she wouldn't think I was a lazy cow but then when she told me how long this hike was I knew I had to do something. So I've been exercising to try and get a bit fitter."

"You're going on a hike?"

"Well not if I don't get into better shape, no," Flora sighed. "I'll have to make up some excuse why I can't go and then she'll probably never invite me anywhere ever again."

"Nah, don't do that," George said. "I can help you when I get back. Put a plan in place and we can go running together, yeah?"

"I thought you told dad you'd never run again unless you were being chased by a swarm of angry bees after all the running you did up that mountain."

"Yeah and I meant it, but I'd do anything for you, Flora," George's voice softened. "So, we'll get right to it when I get back, ok?"

"It's the night after tomorrow you're back, isn't it?"

"Sure is."

"Ok, well I'm on a half shift so how about I make us dinner and you can tell me all about Delvina."

"How do you know about Delvina?"

"She called yesterday morning," Flora answered. "She freaked out when she thought you had another woman here and then when I told her I was your sister she was fine."

"You're sure about that?" George ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe I should call her and explain."

"It's after eleven, let the poor girl sleep," Flora tutted. "I promise she was fine. Even asked to meet me for a coffee so I could tell her stories about you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Alright, alright, I won't… again."

"What do you mean again?" George exclaimed.

"She asked to meet for dinner yesterday; how could I say no?!" Flora exclaimed back. "Don't worry, I only told her the good stories. Oh, and the funny ones like when you were running away from that big spider in the bathtub and slipped and knocked yourself out. She liked that one."

"Flora, I swear to god you better not ha-"

"Gotta go, George, it's late. Love you, night."

… … …

The next night

George whistled to himself as he walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment. It was only eight so if Flora hadn't gone out then she would probably be up reading one of her ladies magazines about hair and clothes or whatever other crap girls read about.

He knew he had told her he wouldn't be back until the following evening but the job wrapped up quicker than expected and he was being paid for the extra day still, so it was a winner all around. And it meant he could arrange to see Delvina tomorrow night; if Flora hadn't scared her away that was.

Careful to step over the creaky floorboard outside of his neighbour's front door– because seriously George was in no mood for her to come out today and start trying to get him to go out on a date with her granddaughter again– he unlocked his door as quietly as possible, hoping to sneak in and scare Flora. It was the least she deserved for telling Delvina the spider story.

Pushing open the door slowly, he stepped inside and glanced around. His eyes fell upon Flora's dress next to the sofa and he shook his head. He had lost count of the times their mother had told her off for using the floor as a laundry basket, and it seemed that even at twenty one she hadn't learned from it.

Tiptoeing down the hallway towards the bedroom, he frowned when he saw more clothes. Stockings, a brassiere, undergarments… but that wasn't all. Interspersed with Flora's things were other clothes. Men's clothes and before George reached the closed bedroom door, he heard it.

The squeaking bed and the breathy sounds that had no business coming out of his little sister's mouth. Throwing open the door with a mouthful of expletives at the ready, he was not prepared one bit for the sight of Ronald fucking Speirs in bed with his sister.

"Jesus fucking Christ, George!" Flora squealed, throwing the duvet cover over herself. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I could ask you the same fucking thing!" George yelled, covering his eyes, wishing he could cut out the seared image of what he had just witnessed from his brain where it was currently playing on repeat. "And in my fucking bed!"

"Luz, I suggest you calm yourself down and-"

"I suggest you get your hands and your other bits off of my baby sister… sir," George added at the end. "I'll give you two minutes to get something on and then I expect an explanation."

"I should have thought it was pretty obvious," George could hear Speirs' smirk.

"Two minutes," George repeated, hurrying out of the room and hitting the door on the way out due to his hand still being in front of his eyes.

"Fuck," Flora groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and slapping a hand to her head.

"I'll speak to your brother," Speirs reached for his boxer shorts, pulling them on before heading off to the living room.

"When I said get something on, I meant actual clothes," George pulled a face somewhere in between anger and disgust when he saw Speirs approach. "And it was my sister I wanted to talk to, not you."

"Well, I wanted to talk to you," Speirs sat down on the armchair opposite Luz. "I realise this wasn't the ideal way for you to find out about me and Flora but-"

"You and Flora? You say that as in you two are something; you know like a couple and not just two people who are- gah, I can't even say it," George grimaced.

"Luz, I don't have to explain myself to you or to anyone else but for Flora's sake I will," Speirs continued. "We've been writing to each other for the last year or so; ever since Lipton's wedding in the April. We've met up occasionally and-"

"What?" George was livid. He was so livid, he didn't have it in him to be nervous about who he was talking to. Not when his baby sister's innocence was at stake; not that she had any innocence left given what he had seen.

"Would you just shut up and let me speak?" Speirs tutted. "I love your sister. She loves me. I got leave for a few days to see her while you were away and at some point she's gonna be my wife, so you're going to have to just get used to the idea."

"I'm… uh… what the… love… you… Flora… marriage…" George was unable to form a coherent sentence, but he knew from the look on Speirs' face that man was deadly serious.

"I love him too, George," Flora appeared in George's dressing gown, her hair sticking up all over the place and lipstick all around her mouth.

Speirs reached for her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips quickly, and the softness in his eyes was something George had rarely seen from the man before. It was… unnerving, but also strangely comforting to see that Speirs was really just a man like him and all the others after all. And maybe, just maybe, a man like Speirs would be just the kind to keep someone as wilful as his little sister in line.

Nah, who was he kidding? Flora probably had Speirs wrapped around her little finger already.

"Are you still mad?" Flora asked after the silence had dragged out for just a little too long.

"I'm not mad," he admitted. "I'm just… you two are not… I just didn't see this one coming."

"Neither did we," Flora smiled down at Ron, perching on the arm of his chair. "And I was going to tell you but I was just waiting for the right time and-"

"Berries," George said suddenly.

"What?" Flora frowned at him. "Berries?"

"Yeah, remember when you went berry picking with mom and dad and you ate all the berries on the way home?" George grinned devilishly when Flora's eyes widened in horror. "And you shi-"

"Don't you fucking dare!" she launched across the room at the speed of lightning and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Ron, I think it's best you go. Now. Just get out and I'll find you when George is dead and buried under the floorboards."

"Don't worry, if there's any burying to do, I'm happy to help."

… … …

George sipped his beer and smiled when he heard Delvina laughing loudly with Frannie Guarnere and Irene Malarkey over on the other side of the room. This was her first Easy company gathering and despite her initial nerves, she was fitting in perfectly.

Over by the bar, Flora was talking with Winters and Welsh, nodding at something the latter was asking her and grinning when Speirs rolled his eyes at her. Kitty returned from the toilet and when Winters and Welsh turned to ask her something, George watched as Speirs' looked down at Flora, his hand touching her swollen stomach and his eyes glazing over with that softness that only ever appeared when Flora was in his sight.

"You know, I still feel for you, buddy," Malarkey clapped George sympathetically on the shoulder.

"Yeah, having Speirs for a brother in law must be as nice as having a pile of nettles for a pillow," Randleman murmured.

Speirs' head turned for a moment and his eyes landed on George, who held up his glass and nodded.

"You know what actually fellas? It aint so bad."