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rain gently tapped against the soft top of the convertible as he drove through the rural hills, only seldom decorated with luxurious manors such as his father’s. important men and their family’s lived kilometers apart from one another. the greatest minds of the country nestled against rolling hills covered in massive trees and beautiful flowers. it was picturesque. the model of what life in the reich should be. 

the woman standing on the opposite side of the railing to a bridge was the opposite of that.

he’d been returning home from a party late at night, fully knowing the house would be still. his father away on business leaving only the estate’s caretakers. he had nearly stayed the night at the lodge, gave in to the pleads of his friends and the temptations that they offered. yet he refused, left with the promise that he’d take part another night. blue hues blinked back sleep as the windshield filled with raindrops, the headlights of his car doing their best to guide him towards home. he wasn’t far now, another turn of the road after the bridge and he’d be home. tires come to a stop as he nearly completes the bridge. movement in the headlights caught his gaze. a woman stood on the bridge, her hands wrapped around the railing as she leaned over towards the chilling water below. “shit.” josef swears as he opens the car door and exits the vehicle. the engine continued to run as he moved to approach the woman. she made no inclination towards his sudden approach. he dared to change that and stop her from meeting a horrific end. a hand moves towards her wrist, gently gripping her cool flesh before tightening enough to ensure that he had a hold on her.  “fräulein, please get down from their. you’ll slip and i’d have to dive in after you.” 

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Rubbing his eyes, Frank slid on his glasses. Trying to rub away sleep, he found himself wanting to stay in bed and curled back up around Juliana. “Jules,” he mumbled softly, hand reaching to hold hers. “You awake yet?”

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bussy was beautiful, it’s farms and charming village dotting along the horizon. seemingly untouched by war at first glance. but upon inspection, it was just like the rest of towns and villages they conquered, just not yet left in ruins. bussy lacked men, those able bodied off fighting against the axis powers leaving behind their women and children. the new occupation brought on by the germans had changed that. he’d been assigned to the finest home in the village, one where he’d have a safe place to stay until the regiment moved out. josef had spent four years at war, four years away from such comforts of a wife or bed. four years in which he had been a participant in a war that he had not wanted to be part of.  he was a musician, fingers more suited for the delicate keys of a piano rather then a rifle. his family had ties to the military, brothers lost to the very cause for which he was still fighting for. one day it would end. one day he’d return to the fatherland and resume his life as a composer. he hated the war. hated how it sucked out the beauty and imagination in the world. war wasn’t forever. one day it would end and he’d go back to a quite life, one without killing and violence. a life once more full of the sweet notes of a piano. 

“i will do my best to not be an inconvenience to you or your mother-in-law.” the oberleutnant spoke as he entered the manor. “i don’t require much, just a desk.” blue hues trail to the piano in the corner of the room, it’s cover hiding the ivory keys. “and the key to the piano. please.” he longed to play, more comforted in the fact he could play again rather then able to sleep in a bed. he could write in his time not spent sorting through the notes passed to them. notes from neighbors that betrayed one another. it was terrible, awful just how quick man could turn on one another. “it is yours, no? the piano.” he asks as fingers gently trail along the cover, aching to reach below what is locked away by key. 

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“Wrong?”  Juliana softly echoed the young woman’s words, eyes dipping as a gentle smile overtook her lips.  No, this… Mairead… wasn’t exactly wrong but still, the way it’d been said surprised and now amused Juliana so greatly that she’d been struck speechless for a moment.  Hand wrapping about her own elbow as she tried not to chuckle, she finally shook her head.  “No… you’re not, but I haven’t exactly ever heard someone ask if we eat raw fish in the Pacific States quite like that.”

Mairead felt color rush to her cheeks, and the young secretary ducked her head for a moment, trying to hide the color.. She couldn’t help her curiosity, and she’d asked Juliana, who the files said was from the Pacific States (a place Mairead had never been, and she was unsure if she’d ever go, even in this line of work), the question that had been nagging at her mind. 

“How do they normally ask, then?” she asked, doing her best to be friendly. It was difficult. The travel, and the recent stress from increased workload from both her formal employer and her more...informal ones, it was wearing on the perpetually friendly and compliant demeanor she knew she ought to wear as a secretary. She wanted to be friendly with this woman- she seemed nice enough, and there was something in the files that had caught Mairead’s attention and drawn out the curious nature that she knew better than to trust- and she knew she had a tendency to come off wrong. “I mean, you’re far from the Pacific States, so I imagine people ask quite often.”

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had she not reached out and touched him he would have believed her to be a figment of his imagination. it wouldn’t have been the first time it tormented him with thoughts of juliana. he viewed himself as a monster, a soul tormented and shattered to pieces. always unsure, rolling and crashing into sand like that of a wave along the ocean. but with juliana? with her he felt entirely different. so very certain and sure of himself. with her he felt that he could be more then what he was now. 

 they had taken everything from him. tore him apart and replaced him with a shell of a man. he’d been manipulated and lied to his entire life leaving him confused as to just who the hell he was. they’d taken his mind, plagued it with thoughts he believed to be true. formed him like clay into whatever they had saw fit. 

a hand moves to reach out for her own, gently encircling her wrist before trailing to intertwine their fingers. his head bows towards her, chin angling down towards his feet. “i can’t bear to lose you again.”  

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“it isn’t too late.” he had told her that he wanted to be a better man, for her to believe that the man she’d seen in an old film reel wasn’t the same man that stood before her. it had been a lie. he was a nazi, no different then the man who pulled the trigger to send frank to his grave. his alternate self terrified him. perhaps it portrayed who he really was. a definite answer that he was a monster. joe didn’t want that to be true. he’d flipped from one side to the other and now... now he questioned every choice he had ever made expect for the ones that were made when juliana was beside him. he knew who he was with her, who he could be. now it was that knowledge that motivated him to being a better man.  he’s relieved to see her alive after terrors haunted him at night. they tormented him, placed the idea in his head that because of him she was dead. yet juliana crian stood before him looking just as she had as he had last seen her out on the docks. he hadn’t run out of time, at least not yet. he could make the choices needed to be a decent man. nothing could erase his past, those actions already were a weight he felt on his shoulders. the future was up to him. 

“the reich is everywhere. it has to be stopped.” they are words he never would have spoken, ones a man who supported the reich would have been executed for saying. his allegiance wasn’t to that flag anymore. his loyalty instead to one single person and she stood before him now. “they can start another war. i almost saw that happen. the men in charge of the reich, nothing motivates them more then power.” his words are quite, meant only for her ears to hear. he’d made his way to san fransisco and somehow her path crossed with his. he’d been lost upon returning to the states. a man now an orphan in the world who’d turned his back on the life he had once known. that life never felt like his. he’d always been pretending, a lost boy who wanted to find his way in the world and now, now he was certain where his path lead. 

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it was risky appearing in the outskirts of the state. she’s miles away from home in a part of new york she never had visited before. her life had mostly kept her around the suburbs until recently. her activity with the resistance allowed her to move. she traveled about the city and even ventured out to the neutral zone on a mission to ensure the safe arrival of those she had attempted to save. with each life carefully snatched from the grasp of the reich, evelyn dived deeper and deeper into the resistance.  she had heard a name spoken, a juliana crain from san fransicso. the young woman had become eager to meet her though nerves tugged at her stomach. she had been no different then the rest of them. a nazi turned resistance fighter only out of the unfortunate circumstances that had fallen upon her life. she often wonders if her mother was still alive, would she stand against the reich? would she smile and continue to hail a false leader? those are thoughts she doesn’t have time to ponder, not when her head was busy with keeping up her facade. 

“i’ve heard stories about you.” lips curl into a warm smile as she moves deeper into the woods. “the resistance speaks highly of you. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” her looks could be deceiving. the prim and proper young woman with her heels and well pressed dress hid many secrets. ones that would result in the loss of her life if they’d been discovered by any other ears then those she trusted. “my name is evelyn, evelyn thompson. and very much like you, i believe we can save this world. or at least pave the way to a brighter future.”