Amber first met Johnny Ringo at the Oriental Saloon, along with the Earps and Doc. Though, she had already caught the outlaws eye at the theater when he saw her sitting with her brother.
Johnny, showboating his gun twirling skills, first made Amber interested. She recognized the tension between Johnny and Doc, but the heart wanted what it wanted, and Amber's heart wanted Johnny Ringo.
The two 'coincidently' ran into each other a few days later, and it was then Johnny saw the opportunity to ask if she was spoken for by one of the Earps. She said no. Immediately, the two started courting.
iii. Appearance
â˘Hair colourâ˘
Golden brown
â˘Hair lengthâ˘
Armpit
â˘Eye colourâ˘
Chocolate brown
â˘Skin toneâ˘
Rose beige
iv. Personality
â˘Good traitsâ˘
Leadership, intelligence, brave, observant
â˘Bad traitsâ˘
Disobedient, argumentative, deceitful
â˘Strengthsâ˘
Educated
â˘Weaknessesâ˘
Stubborn, too proud
â˘Likesâ˘
Astrology, thunderstorms, comfortable silence
â˘Dislikesâ˘
The smell of tobacco, humid weather
â˘Habitsâ˘
Whistling, grinding her teeth
â˘Talents/skillsâ˘
Dexterity, sharp shooter, survival skills
v. Relationships
â˘Motherâ˘
Alice McKey
â˘Fatherâ˘
Henry Holliday
â˘Siblingsâ˘
John 'Doc' Holliday, Martha Holliday
â˘Lover(s)â˘
Johnny Ringo
â˘Friendsâ˘
Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan Earp. Josephine Sarah 'Sadie' Earp, Magdalena Rhysdam, Louisa Earp.
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Morgan Earp
vi. Backstory
Amber was raised in a loving, nurturing home, despite the death of her mother in 1866. Amber was six years old. Growing up, Amber found comfort and security in her older brother, he was her protector. Amber was given everything her older brother was given. Nice clothes, a good education. Anything Amber wanted, she got.
When Amber was the right age to start finding her way in life, she quickly realized the domestic lifestyle simply wasn't to her taste. She found interest in card games, specifically poker, and she used her skill to her advantage.
Amber, who was seventeen at the time, was introduced to the lifestyle of Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh, a famous outlaw who played cards with her brother. The two struck up a short-lived romance, until Wyatt Earp came into her life. When the day came that her older brother saved the sheriff's life, Amber knew her friendship with the Earp brothers was more important than her romance with the outlaw.
Photographer. Became Queen's personal concert photographer.
ii. Relationship Status
Victoria and Roger met one night in 1970 when Roger and Brian were still part of Smile. The girl was a struggling photographer who was living in her parents basement. Roger caught her eye that night, and she caught his. Victoria thought it was simple attraction, so she shrugged it off and accepted she probably wouldn't see the drummer again. Instead, he scouted her out after his performance. Much like when Freddie and Mary met, Victoria was talking with a group of friends by the bar. Roger approached her, but his usual charm wasn't there.
He was nervous.
"Drummer." Victoria smiled at him. He smiled back.
"Pretty girl in the crowd."
The two chatted for probably hours. The two exchanged phone numbers. Roger drove her home and expected nothing in return. He called her about fifteen minutes later.
When Queen when on their first tour, Roger pitched the idea of having Victoria as their personal photographer. He knew she was extremely talented, and by this point, the two were going strong in their relationship. The agency agreed, and Victoria was hired as Queen's travelling photographer. Her photographs would later be featured in very prominent magazines and on television.
Victoria and Roger were married in late 1975 and had their first baby the following year.
iii. Appearance
â˘Hair colourâ˘
Chocolate brown
â˘Hair lengthâ˘
Shoulder length
â˘Eye colourâ˘
Honey brown
â˘Skin toneâ˘
White
iv. Personality
â˘Good traitsâ˘
Confident, thoughtfulness, romantic, easy-going
â˘Bad traitsâ˘
quick-tempered, a bit conceited, obsessive
â˘Strengthsâ˘
Victoria is able to adapt quickly to stressful and intense situations, she is also very persuasive
â˘Weaknessesâ˘
Has a high ego that is very easy to knock down
â˘Likesâ˘
Dark chocolate, horses, gold jewelry
â˘Dislikesâ˘
Black coffee, the thought of working a 9-5 job
â˘Habitsâ˘
Whistling to songs or melodies
â˘Talents/skillsâ˘
Having an eye for perfect photos
v. Relationships
â˘Motherâ˘
Lucy Galloway
â˘Fatherâ˘
John Galloway
â˘Siblingsâ˘
Kathleen Galloway (1945)
Thomas Galloway (1952)
â˘Lover(s)â˘
Roger Taylor
â˘Friendsâ˘
Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon, known associates
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Chrissie Mullen, Mary Austin
vi. Backstory
Victoria, along with her siblings, were born in Lavenham, Suffolk. When Victoria was 10 years old, her family moved to London for the sake of her father's career in carpentry. That Christmas, Victoria was gifted a camera from her aunt. This began her interest and love for photography, much to the dismay of her mother.
Victoria had lots of friends throughout her school years. She also had lots of boyfriends, though these were never serious. When Victoria was 17, the music scene caught her eye. She started lying her way into bars using her older sisters ID and going to concerts. She would photograph college bands for a quick buck.
You haven't been gone for very long, but it already feels like a lifetime. The baby moves a lot, I think it misses it's daddy more than I do. I'll be sure to write you as soon as I give birth.
How are you? Are they treating you okay? You've always been a strong man, I have not a doubt you'll be okay. Please, try not to think about the accident too much. About your brother, God rest his soul. He would want you to carry on, he was never a vengeful person.
I miss you terribly. The house is so lonely. My dad and brother came by to finish painting the nursery and building the crib. Alex tried to enlist in the Army after you went away, but because of his eyesight he wasn't approved. I have a feeling he envies you, because you get to fight for America. But he's only 19, so naive still.
I'm sure you're very busy, I won't eat up any more of your time.
I love you so very much, Don. Be safe out there, wherever you are.
Your beloved, Susannah.
February 20th, 1942.
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
No words can express how much I miss you and our baby. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, and the mistakes I made.
I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since the accident.
My crewmates are named Boyd, Gary, Gordo and Red. We call Boyd Bible, since he was in divinity college before he was drafted. Gary is called Grady and Red prefers his nickname over his real name.
We are being shipped to Africa. My crew fights in a tank, I'm the sergeant. We call the tank Fury. The guys found your picture when I accidently left it in the tank. They say you are quite beautiful.
I love you more than anything, my darling, Susannah. Take care of yourself and our baby.
Your beloved, Don.
March 10th, 1942.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
I gave birth today, to a healthy and happy baby girl. Her name is Anastasia Grace Collier. She weights 6 pounds and 2 ounces. My parents are here, my mother will stay with me for a few weeks to help with Ana. Your parents haven't visited or called.
I hope I can go home soon. It hurts to walk. I wish you were here.
How are you? How's Africa? I bet it's hotter than the sun. Try and make sure you boys are eating and drinking water, though I can't imagine it's easy.
I try not to imagine the conditions you're in. My sweet husband, you don't deserve this. Come home to me, I beg you. Baby Ana deserves to meet her father.
Much love to you and your crew.
Your beloved, Susannah.
May 5th, 1942
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
Anastasia Grace, my beautiful daughter is very lucky to have such a wonderful mother. I wish I could hold you both right now.
There's word we'll be leaving Africa soon, but no one truly knows. It's hot here, disgustingly hot. I can't seem to find the words to tell you much else than that.
Bible says he'll pray for you and our baby girl. He also says he prays for our crew to all go home. He means well, but ever since the accident I find it hard to believe in faith. Though, I hope you continue going to Sunday Church. I do miss the church, it always reminds me of our wedding day.
How long are these dear babe letters supposed to be?
I miss you.
Your beloved, Don.
April 10th, 1942.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
Ana is growing like a weed, and she smiles a lot. She cries all night, I'm not quite sure what to do with her during those hours. I fear she'll get sick, my momma says it'll happen eventually.
My dad was in the hospital, I think it had something to do with his lungs. Those damned factories, he ought to retire.
I don't have much free time, my love. Ana is a full time job. I hope you're doing well, I miss you more than anything.
Your beloved, Susannah.
May 30th, 1942.
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
We're in France now. We spend a lot of time in little towns.
How's your father? I hope he's well. Grady caught a bad bug on the boat and shit himself practically every night. It was quite funny.
How's our little Ana? I bet she's growing to be as beautiful as her mother.
There's a lot of work to be done here. I don't have much time.
I love you, my darling.
Your beloved, Don.
June 25th, 1942.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
Daddy died today. The funeral is next week. Ana babbles a lot, I think her first word will be dada.
Momma said I should get a job at the factories. She says I won't be able to live off daddy's inheritance forever, and with you being away, it's almost guaranteed we'll lose the house.
I'm always sad, Don. I hardly have enough will to feed and change Ana. What's wrong with me?
I hope you're well. Be safe.
Your beloved, Susannah.
August 6th, 1942.
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
We're still in France. I think we'll be here for a while. I miss you. Please take care of yourself, and our baby girl.
There's so much to do, I hardly have time to write.
I love you, my precious girl.
Your beloved, Don.
~
January 1st, 1943.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
Our first Christmas and New Years without you. Almost a year since you left us.
Momma sewed Anastasia a lot of different clothes. My favorite is a little pink dress that she's still a bit too small for.
It snowed a lot during the holidays. It was lonely without you and daddy. Alex spent Christmas in the hospital, he broke his leg on a ski trip. How was your Christmas?
I think I'll get a job at one of the factories, my mom said she'll take care of Ana during the day.
I love you so much, my handsome husband.
Your beloved, Susannah.
February 3rd, 1943
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
Christmas and New Years was lonely. Bible sang hymns and Gordo got drunk.
Why haven't you sent a picture of my beautiful daughter yet? I love her more than my own life and yet I don't know what she looks like.
This war is hell.
Your beloved, Don.
May 25th, 1943.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
Here's a photo of our beautiful baby. She's growing and changing everyday. She looks just like her daddy. She's already 14 months old, can you believe it?
I work a lot. I volunteered as a nurse at the hospital but it was just too much blood. Blood and screaming. I can't imagine what you have to endure, my love.
A new neighbor moved in. Madame Smith passed away nearly 6 months ago, and this new neighbor took over her house. A young man, not married. Mama thinks he's handsome. Mama practically lives with me and Ana now.
I love you, Don.
Your beloved, Susannah.
July 4th, 1943
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
Anastasia Grace is beautiful. I think about you two often. Bible prays for Ana a lot. Gordo and Grady say she's the cutest baby they've ever seen. Red says she reminds him of his own daughter, Mary. I've hung her picture up in the tank. She's my motivation. I think she's everybody's motivation, even though the boys have their own families. Ana is lucky to have such caring uncles. I hope we can all meet her soon.
Your beloved, Don.
~
January 1st, 1944
Dear, Don. My beloved.
I haven't received a letter from you for months. I fear that you've died.
Please, write to me.
Your beloved, Susannah.
March 10th, 1944
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
Happy second birthday to my darling daughter, Anastasia Grace.
Your beloved, Don.
June 3rd, 1944.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
It's my birthday today. Did you forget? I turn 26 today.
Your parents called. The first time since you've left us. They wished me a happy birthday and requested to meet Ana. I'm seeing them next weekend. They want to visit your brother's grave.
Our neighbor, Mark Blanch has invited me for dinner. I told him no. I think that made him quite angry.
Come home to your family, Don. You're missed very much.
Your beloved, Susannah.
October 24th, 1944.
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
We're in Germany now.
This war has ruined us.
Your beloved, Don.
December 25th, 1944.
Dear, Don. My beloved.
Merry Christmas. I miss you.
Ana asks lots of questions about her daddy. I don't know what to tell her, what's appropriate to tell her. Your father has told her that her daddy is away in a fantasy land, fighting bad guys. I wish he didn't tell her that.
I hate this war. Probably not as much as you do, but I hate it. I have a hard time getting out of bed most mornings.
Please, come home.
Your beloved, Susannah.
~
March 10th, 1945.
Happy 3rd birthday to my darling daughter, Ana.
The boys wanted to send her a gift. Gifts are hard to come by in Nazi Germany.
I love you both.
Your beloved, Don.
April 24th, 1945.
Dear, Susannah. My beautiful wife.
I'm going to die. I know it. Gordo, Grady and Bible are dead. Red died a long time ago. We got this new kid, Norman. He looks like my Norman. He reminds me of my little brother.
I want to die, Susannah. My time has come. I have done nothing right in life besides make you my wife. I killed my brother. I couldn't keep my crew alive. I never got to meet my own daughter. I deserve to die.
I have loved you since we children, Susannah. I have never loved anyone more than you. I miss you so much. I've missed you for the last 3 years. I thought about you 24/7. You were my light, my will to keep living.
I'm sorry I can't keep living. Keep living for me.
I love you, Susannah.
Your beloved, Don.
~
Susannah received Don's final letter in the mail nearly a month after it was written. She wrote dozens of letter back to him, never getting a reply. She tried her darndest to find any information she could about her husband, and his crew mates. Upon her failure, Susannah fell into a two year long depressive state.
Ana's grandmother raised her for these two years.
Susannah never forgot her beloved husband, Don Collier. When Anastasia was old enough, in 1957 when Ana was 15 to be exact, Susannah told her everything there was to know about her father. That he accidently killed his brother, that he went to war instead of prison, that he died at war.
Susannah remarried in 1960 at the age of 42. She married Mark Blanch, who was 50. Anastasia never called him dad.
Susannah never changed her name to Blanch.
She died in 2004 at the age of 86.
She was buried beside the gravestone marked for Don Collier in their home town in Oklahoma.
Her gravestone read;
Here lies Susannah Collier. 1918-2004. Beloved wife and mother.
Ray wasn't the typical guy Juliet would usually seek out. In fact, she found him quite repulsive when they first met. His arrogance and immaturity was too much for the reporter to handle. Brad Colbert often had to break up banter between the two. But opposites attract, and Juliet soon found herself becoming physically attracted to Ray.
Being a reporter in the middle of a war wasn't quite what Juliet signed up for, and Ray could tell as the weeks went on. Juliet could tell serving in the Marines was heavily affecting Ray, too. With their mutual struggle, the two slowly started warming up to each other. Night after night, the two would stay up talking, then kissing, then promising to spend their lives together.
When it was time for Juliet to go back to the States with Evan, the two exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Juliet promised to wait for him and Ray promised to come home alive.
iii. Appearance
â˘Hair colourâ˘
Light brunette
â˘Hair lengthâ˘
Waist
â˘Eye colourâ˘
Baby blue
â˘Skin toneâ˘
Pale
iv. Personality
â˘Good traitsâ˘
Genuine, ambitious, charismatic
â˘Bad traitsâ˘
Squeamish, panicky, all around the wrong person to have in the middle of a war
â˘Strengthsâ˘
Determined to fulfill her dreams and pursue her career
â˘Weaknessesâ˘
Has always been considered 'boring'
â˘Likesâ˘
Rainy days, ginger tea, the color pink in any regard
â˘Dislikesâ˘
Ray for the longest time, the immense nausea that came with being pregnant
â˘Habitsâ˘
Spinning her pen/pencil between her fingers
â˘Talents/skillsâ˘
Writing in cursive, cooking
v. Relationships
â˘Motherâ˘
Monica Hawthorne (deceased)
â˘Fatherâ˘
Warren Hawthorne
â˘Siblingsâ˘
Sophia Hawthorne (1975)
â˘Lover(s)â˘
Ray Person
â˘Friendsâ˘
Evan Wright, Nate Fick, Brad Colbert, Antonio Espera, James Trombley, Walt Hasser, Rudy Reyes
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Doc Bryan
vi. Backstory
Juliet was born and raised in Queens, New York. She was raised in a middle class family, and lived an ultimately normal life until her mothers death when she was 14. Juliet's mother, Monica was killed in a tragic car accident on a snowy night in December. This changed Juliet forever. The once bright and happy young girl became very reserved and closed off.
She remained that way throughout high school and college, and was eventually dubbed as being boring. Juliet was a smart girl, but she lacked the knowledge of how to cope with trauma.
Juliet worked closely with Evan, he was her mentor during her time at Rolling Stone. When the opportunity arose to be in the middle of a warzone for the sake of a book, Juliet saw this as her chance to get out of her shell and prove she was not boring.
At first, Don wasn't too thrilled about having a young female in his crew. His standards were low, though Natalia proved herself, just like she always does. Their friendship soon turned into a relationship when they become increasingly physical, and eventually became wordlessly committed to each other. The man is significantly older than Natalia, but neither of them never cared about that. Grady never paid any mind to his sergeant being soft on his sister. Before Don's death, he promised to go back to America with Natalia and make her his wife.
Use of a firearm/military equipment, reading people's emotions
v. Relationships
â˘Motherâ˘
Morgan Travis
â˘Fatherâ˘
Ray Travis
â˘Siblingsâ˘
Gary (Grady) Travis
â˘Friendsâ˘
Don (War Daddy) Collier, Boyd (Bible) Swan, Trini (Gordo) Garcia, Red, Norman (Machine) Ellison, Roy Davis, Warren Peterson
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Pete Binkowski
vi. Backstory
Natalia was born into a family with a work-a-holic father and depressive mother. The girl, along with her older brother, were borderline neglected during their childhood. Natalia herself was never physically harmed, though she was a witness to her father abusing her brother on the daily. The siblings always had a close bond, so much so, Natalia followed Gary into war like a lost puppy.
 Natalia adored her brother, she wanted to be just like him. He was her protector, her best friend, not a day went by when they weren't together. There was no way in hell she was allowing her brother to go off to war without her. Now, it was both their duties to protect each other.
â˘Military Rankâ˘
Private First Class
â˘Medalsâ˘
Africa Star, Silver Star, Bronze Star, World War II Victory Medal, Purple Heart
â˘Woundedâ˘
Natalia was wounded by a Nazi soldier at the crossroads. She emerged from the tank into the smoky atmosphere and failed to see the Nazi directly in front of her. She was shot in the right shoulder, and probably would have died if Norman didn't stop the bleeding.
â˘Death of the Crewâ˘
Grady-Â Natalia's brother's death was sudden, and brutal. Almost instinctively her hands found their way to his face, cradling him in her arms. It took all of Gordo's might to pull her away.
Bible-Â Natalia turned to ask the preacher man for a new can, and what she got horrified her. His body lay lifeless, and all she could do was scream his name in agony as tears fell from her eyes.
Gordo-Â Natalia blamed herself for Trini's death. If she had been fast enough, if her reaction time was quicker, he may have had a chance at survival.
War Daddy-Â Natalia found herself trying to fix Don's bullet wounds before her own. She was prepared to sit with him until his last breath, but when he convinced her and Norman to escape, she kissed him goodbye before slipping down the hatch.
â˘TW:SUICIDEâ˘
Dove-Â Natalia was rescued, alongside her friend Norman. She was pronounced a hero, and sent back home to America. She didn't manage much though, only 5 months after the fate of the Fury Crew, she committed suicide by the use of her own firearm. She left her dog tags on the kitchen table of her parents house as something to remember her by.
Kassidy met Lew during their training days. She was instantly attracted to him, but decided to keep things strictly professional between them when he too started showing interest.
After the Battle of Guadalcanal, and seeing all the death and gore that would surround her for the rest of her time in the war, Kassidy decided to confess her feelings to Chuckler. He responded by instantly pulling her into a kiss, lifting her off the ground and shouting to the rest of the Company; "Kassidy's my future wife, boys!"
Extreme heat/cold, kamikaze planes + pilots, the ocean (after the war)
â˘Habitsâ˘
Asking a lot of questions
â˘Talents/skillsâ˘
Strategic planning
v. Relationships
â˘Motherâ˘
Aoife Ellwood
â˘Fatherâ˘
Brendan Ellwood
â˘Siblingsâ˘
Rosabelle Ellwood (1918)
â˘Lover(s)â˘
Lew (Chuckler) Juergens
â˘Friendsâ˘
Sidney Phillips, Wilbur 'Runner' Conley, John Basilone, Manuel 'Manny' Rodriguez, J.P Morgan, Bill Leyden, Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton, Eugene Sledge, Andrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Romus Valton 'R.V' Burgin, Robert 'Lucky' 'Peaches' Leckie
vi. Backstory
Kassidy and her siblings were practiced raised by their grandparents. Their mother and father were either working or across the sea in Ireland. Despite this, Kassidy was close with her mother, constantly writing letters back and forth. When she was thirteen, Kassidy moved and lived in Ireland for nearly five years until returning to the USA in '39. Kassidy's parents believed she and her sister be safer in the States when WW2 broke out, despite Ireland being a neutral country.
When Kassidy had even a minute of free time, she found herself on a makeshift tennis court. It was her father that taught her how to play, and when she enlisted herself into the Marine Corps as a nurse, she taught her Company the art of the game.
She trained and fought with H Company until being transferred to K Company. This was done on the orders by Andrew Haldane after Lew went missing. Andrew thought the change in companions would do the girl some good until they hopefully found Chuckler. This was when Kassidy became close friends with R.V.
From the moment Don laid eyes on Vera at Toccoa, he knew he wanted to get to know her better. He was extremely nervous to talk to her for nearly six months, part of him was intimidated by her presence. As time went on, and Don noticed her friendships with Gaurnere and Nixon blossom, he slowly grew jealous. He too wanted her attention.
With persuasive convincing from the rest of Easy Company, and endless teasing from Bill and Skip, Don finally grew the courage to engage in conversation with Vera. If she was being honest, for weeks she had been waiting for the man to come up and talk to her.
The two practically become inseparable after that day.
Ronald Speirs, Eugene 'Doc' Roe, Albert Blithe, Dick Winters, Lynn 'Buck' Compton, Joseph Toye, David Webster, Joseph Liebgott, George Luz, Frank Perconte, Harry Welsh, Daryl 'Shifty' Powers, Warren 'Skip' Muck, Charles 'Chuck' Grant, Edward 'Babe' Heffron, Donald Hoobler, Floyd Talbert, Alex Penkala
â˘Close friendsâ˘
Carwood Lipton, Lewis Nixon, Denver 'Bull' Randleman
â˘Best friendâ˘
William 'Wild Bill' Gaurnere
vi. Backstory
Vera was the golden child growing up, the one who was going to amount to the most within the family, despite the expectations of women during her time. Throughout her childhood, her parents conditioned her to be the best at everything she does. As the only Rutherford daughter, granddaughter and niece, she was expected to achieve great things with her life. Her parents went to great lengths to make this happen, including enrolling her in private school, signing her up for multiple sport teams, such as volleyball and basketball, and teaching her and her two brothers how to play piano.
Vera excelled at everything she put her mind to, the only thing she failed at was mathematics. This only made her work harder, with the mindset of having to prove herself and her worth. As she grew older, this mentality grew into large scale problems. Anxiety, depression.
She blamed her parents for this.
Vera kept herself busy during all hours of the day. Family, sports, Toccoa. It wasn't until the late hours of night that she found herself any time to relax. This is when she would endugle herself in a good book, keeping her eyes on the pages until she fell asleep.
Vera thinks very highly of herself, almost too highly. She was often referred to as egotistical by her peers in school and at Toccoa during her paratrooper training, though the term never bothered her. To Vera, if she's going to do something, she's going to be the very best at it.
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Staff Sergeants Chuck Grant and Y/N Y/L/N were the typical you never saw one without the other. The two had been attached at the hip ever since Toccoa, first as friends, then as lovers.
The confession first came from Chuck, after Operation Pegasus. He was tipsy after a successful mission, his fellow sergeant could say the same about herself. She was practically covered head to toe in dirt, her hair was tied back and her breath smelt of cheap beer. But yet, Easy Company were not taken aback when they finally paid mind to the two and saw them engaged in a tight embrace, their lips locked together in a sweet but desperate kiss.
The two were promised to each other ever since.
Sergeants Grant and Y/L/N had a fruitful future ahead of them. They survived Captain Sobel, the war, and were able to celebrate V-E Day alongside the rest of Easy. Now, the only thing that was stopping the two from going back to America and getting a move on with their lives was the Japanese.
Y/N and Chuck each had a one way ticket to the raging war in the Pacific.
The wait in Germany was refreshing, though. Giving the two copious amounts of alone time, away from their beloved friends.
George Luz and Joe Liebgott found joy in making the bet: will Y/N get knocked up in the foreign land of Hitler's fallen empire?
The days seemed to pass at an agonizing pace. Everyone was itching to be shipped home or back to war. The homesickness was becoming almost unbearable, especially after watching Shifty Powers get the luxury of being sent back to America before the rest of them.
And yet, Y/N and Chuck seemed to make the most of their predicament. They would walk through the town that was previously occupied by high ranking Nazis, Chuck would gather a small bouquet of wild flowers and surprise his girl, and of course, an excessive amount of alcohol was consumed during the late hours. Y/N took a ride with Liebgott, Webster and Sisk that ultimately ended with the death of a high ranking SS. And to top it all off, Chuck was able to convince Winters to give him a military jeep for a night out of town.
Y/N decided it best to stay back and get a good nights rest, allowing him to have some time with his friends.
-
A loud banging on the bedroom door woke Y/N up from her deep slumber. The bedroom she occupied was lavish and comfortable, something she had never experienced in her 20 some years of life.
Upon throwing on her uniform decently enough to cover her skin, Y/N pulled open the door to reveal a quite shaken up Ronald Speirs.
"Sir-" she stood at attention for her superior despite her fatigued state.
"Y/N, you need to come with me." Spiers' tone was one Y/N had never heard from his mouth before. Panic. There was a pause of silence while the girl tried to collect her thoughts; "it's Chuck."
Her head was spinning now. Chuck? What could have possibly happened to Chuck? The war in Europe was over. They were at peace with the Germans. There weren't anymore bullets flying, or so Y/N thought.
"What happened? Where is he?" Y/N pushed past Spiers and headed towards the front door of the building she occupied. Spiers followed close behind; "is he alright?"
"There was an accident." Spiers was leading Y/N to where the German brain surgeon was operating on Grant; "Chuck, he was shot."
Y/N's eyes stung with tears. She blinked, and when the wetness covered her cheeks, she harshly ran her hands over her face.
"By who?" Spiers and Y/N were now walking side by side. He stopped on the street corner, an army jeep parked and waiting.
"I don't know. Not a Nazi."
"A fucking American?" Y/N's panic was now clouded by furious rage; "who? What's his name?" The two got into the jeep, speeding down the street.
"I don't know, Y/N." Spiers couldn't look at the girl. He couldn't stand to witness the distress she was in. They were never the closest of friends, but despite this, he cared for her.
The rest of the jeep ride was silent. Y/N couldn't say how much time had passed. Minutes? An hour? Either way, when her eyes finally landed on Chuck, her heart broke inside her chest. He was still, laid up on a dirty cot with bandages wrapped around his head. The German doctor was friendly, Chuck's friends had gone out to find the drunken assailant, and Spiers stood in the corner with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Y/N knelt down beside Chuck.
"Charles?" His real name rarely ever slipped from her lips; "honey? It's me. Can you hear me?"
Chuck was silent.
"Oh, honey. What happened to you?" The tears formed back into her eyes, her hand placed gently on his in fear she might cause more damage to him; "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to help you, to protect you. God, I'm so sorry."
Y/N was sobbing now.
"He will live." The German doctor cut the tension that enveloped the room. Y/N looked him in the eye. She gave a curt nod as a thank you.
Y/N turned back to Chuck, mumbling and rambling all sorts of apologies and prayers for him to wake up. She didn't hear the heavy door creak open, revealing Richard Winters and Lewis Nixon standing side by side. Spiers could easily read the look in their eyes: they found him.
"Y/N." Winters spoke her name with the utmost care. She slowly turned to look at him; "do you want to see him?"
Him. Y/N wiped the moisture from her face. She placed a tender kiss to Chuck's left cheek before standing up straight.
"Yes, sir. I would."
-
The news of Chuck's injury traveled fast within Easy Company. The assailant was a fellow paratrooper. A member of the Airborne. He was someone who was to be trusted, and yet, he shot one of his own. For this reason alone, he was showed no mercy when the men of Easy got their hands on him.
When Y/N strutted into the hotel of which her Company was occupying, she came face to face with Floyd Talbert and George Luz. They stood, both in surprise and to ask various types of questions. George possessed a cigarette between his lips.
"How is he?" George spoke first.
"Where is he?" Y/N reached down to her side, unclipped her holster and wrapped her dirt coated fingers around the handle of her revolver.
"How's Grant?" Floyd reached a hand out to grab her, to console her.
"Where is he!?" Y/N's voice echoed off the walls.
A moment of silence.
"In there." George gestured towards the small room on Y/N's left side; "the guys have already given him a good beating."
Y/N stood quiet, weighing her options. She was furious, she could feel it in every ounce of her body and soul. She wanted him dead. And she wanted to be the one who pulled the trigger.
She turned to Luz, reached a hand out and plucked the cigarette from his mouth.
"Thanks."
The cigarette was placed between her fingers. Y/N walked towards the room, now. Greeting her at the doorway was Bull Randleman. Frank Perconte had the man by the hair, tugging his head back. His eye was swollen shut, and black and blue. He was bleeding from his nose and lips, a flow of red cascading down onto his uniform.
"This is him?" Y/N asked. All she saw when she stood in front of the seated man was a piece of scum. A piece of scum who shot her boyfriend. He coughed violently.
"That's him." Bull stood behind her protectively; "replacement. I Company"
Y/N's blood was boiling. Her attention flickered to the cigarette between her fingers, switching its position so she could taste the toxic fumes on her tongue.
"Where's the weapon?" She asked, smoke spilling from her lips.
"What weapon?" The replacement gave a smug grin. He didn't feel threatened in the presence of the girl. Though, everyone in Easy had seen what little compassion she possesses when she gets her hands on an enemy.
Y/N took one last drag of the half burned cigarette. She deliberately blew the smoke into the replacements face before placing the burning embers onto his dry and cracked cheek. There was a slight sizzling sound of the replacements burning skin. He gritted his teeth to not make a sound of pain.
"When you speak to a lady, you call her ma'am."
She dropped the butt of the cigarette onto the hard ground and stomped on it with her heel.
Circling Y/N and the replacement, some of the men of Easy averted their gaze towards the ground. Everyone knew what the feisty young woman was capable of. Johnny Martin kept a strong stare on the girlâs hands, watching her grab her revolver and pull the hammer back. Joe Liebgott flinched at the sound.
Y/N aimed the barrel of the revolver between the replacements eyes. She appeared calm, too calm considering the circumstances. Perconteâs eyes grew wide as he took a step away from the replacement, his arms crossed over his chest. If she were to pull the trigger, he didnât want to leave with the assailants brains on his uniform. Johnny moved backwards, now standing directly behind Y/N and beside Bull.Â
The replacement inhaled and exhaled heavily, the end of his life now becoming a very real possibility to him. It didnât take him long to realize this was revenge for the shooting of Staff Sergeant Charles Grant.Â
Y/Nâs hand was shaking now. Her eyes brimmed with tears, blurring the man in front of her.Â
âYou shot him,â she started;Â âyou shot my Chuck.â
Bull and Johnny felt compelled to stop Y/N, to grab her arm and tell her it isnât worth the bullet, isnât worth losing her rank in the military. But they knew it was. It was worth it to her, and it was worth it to them.Â
One of the first friends Y/N had made at Toccoa, Don Malarkey, closed his eyes in anticipation for the loud bang of her gun.Â
It never came.Â
Y/N placed the cool metal of her gun against the replacements forehead, gave it a harsh shove, then pulled away. Liebgott, who was standing beside her, exhaled the deep breath he had been holding.Â
The replacement gave a chilling chuckle at her actions.
âYouâre lucky.â Y/N returned her revolver to its holster. She leaned down, a whispery tone escaping her mouth this time;Â âyouâre lucky. I should have blown your brains out like you almost did to my Chuck.â Y/N stood up straight and kicked the front leg of the chair the replacement was seated on, tossing him around for a brief moment.Â
She didnât notice she was sweating until she ran a hand through her messy hair, her palm touching her slick forehead.Â
âHave the MPs take care of this piece of shit.â She demanded.
Y/N took one last look at the man who shot Chuck Grant. In her eyes, he was nothing but a coward. Y/Nâs feet swiftly removed her from the room, walking past all the pairs of eyes who didnât think any less of her for not shooting the man. In fact, they admired her for coming face to face with the man who attempted to kill the love of her life.Â
âNo. Kraut surgeon said heâs gonna make it. Heâll survive.â There was a silence in the room. Everyone could tell she had more to say; âguess we have to wait and see what the long term damages will be.âÂ
âYou should be there when he wakes up.â Liebgott said in a soft tone, one that was rare from him.Â
Y/N nodded, turned, and left the room.
âAlright, tough guy. On your feet.â Was the last thing Y/N heard before she burst into tears. Spiers was waiting outside the building for her.
She wished she pulled the trigger. She wished she wasnât worried about the consequences. But, at the end of the day, Chuck Grant was alive. He was breathing.Â
Not even a bullet to the head could take him away from his beloved, Y/N.Â
