Your feet pound on the ground, making no particular pattern with them as you run for your life. Fear was all you could think about, your fear and your willingness to live. Not only did you want to live.. you must live to heal the French and English. It was your job after all.

Looking over your shoulder once or twice, you begin to round a small corner. Suddenly, you feel hands on your shoulders, and you are about to scream before a soft hand clasps over your mouth.

"English." The boy says, assuring you that he's safe. You can tell by his accent. He is pretty attractive, with long black hair that sticks out at the ears, and blue eyes that almost look green in the semi-darkness. "I'm Tommy." He says, bringing you out of your trance. You hadn't even realized that his hand had moved from your lips. You smile and nod.

"Y/N." You say, shaking the hand that was once on your face. He nods.

"French?" He asks. You nod, smiling slightly.

"French nurse, sent to help English and my own." You tell him, and he nods again.

"We need to get going, before they get to us." Tommy says, and you agree. He takes your hand, causing your cheeks to turn a reddish tint. He leads you behind the building you two were previously using as shelter, and you two begin to run, him letting go of your hand, eventually.

Some soldiers begin shooting at the two of you, and you out your hands over your faces to shield them. "ENGLISH!" Tommy yells to them, as they nod, putting down their guns and allowing the two of you passage.

As you walk past the barrier, you see a French soldier that you recognize. Your brother.

"Y/N?" He asks questioningly. You look up, grinning.

"Marius!" You exclaim, and he rushes over to you, hugging you. "Je vais bien!" You giggle (I'm fine!). "Tu m'as manqué..." you trail off, sadly. (I missed you...) Marius nods.

"Tu m'as manqué aussi." He responds. (I missed you too) You nod, looking over at Tommy. You know you have to leave your brother..

"Je ferais mieux de partir maintenant, mais je vous verrai bientôt, Marius, je le jure!" You assure him. (I best be going now, but I'll see you soon, Marius, I swear it!) Marius nods, waving you off. You don't know if your last words were true.. but you pray to the good god that your brother will come back to you in one piece.

You and Tommy don't talk for a while, simply walking together. "Boyfriend?" He finally asks, looking down at you.

"Hmm?" You question, looking up.

"That guy. Is he your boyfriend?" Tommy repeats.

"Non!" You laugh. "Il est mon frére!" (He is my brother) "Why do you ask?"

"No particular reason." Tommy says, looking up at the sun, squinting. You nod, still chuckling.

You end up getting called over to some wounded soldiers, separating you from Tommy. You bandage a few arms and look at a few legs. When you're finished, the boats at the dock are already being filled, so you have to run over to them.

You start gently pushing through the crowd, mumbling some soft 'excuse me', 'sorry', 'merci', as you go. When you make it to the front, there is a board that works as a plank to the other side of the dock.

"You'll have to jump, Princess." Someone says. You hear a few snickers at the name and roll your eyes. You look down, and take a sharp breath before walking across the board, releasing the breath as soon as you're across.

Suddenly, the whole walkway begins to shake, and you grab one of the closest things you can. You realize quickly that it's Tommy, and decide not to let go. He wraps one arm around your waist, the other is holding up a wounded soldier. Another man is across from him, helping support the poor man.

You cough awkwardly, backing out of Tommy's warm embrace. "Merci." You say, beginning to walk towards the boat once more.

Next thing you know, the boat that you were about to aboard is sinking. A man is swimming towards the dock, and you, Tommy, and the unnamed man who was with him are all on your knees, reaching your arms out to help the man. He grabs your hand, and Tommy helps you pull him up onto the dock. He is panting, and you rest your head against one of the wooden boards behind you.

"Y/N." You day, holding a hand out to the man for him to shake. He takes it.

"Alex."

"Tommy." The boy next to you then says, looking at Alex briefly before moving closer to you.

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Once you are on the boat, it seems like things will get better. Alex walks in front of you, Tommy behind. A woman hands you some bread with jam on it, and you take it gratefully. "Merci." You say to her, and she smiles in response.

You get separated from Tommy and Alex, somehow, and once you find them again, the boat shakes to one side, and is being filled with water. As it gets closer to your torso, you begin to look around frantically. All you see is Tommy, who is forcing his way past people to get to you. Soon, you can't see anymore, and the whole boat is full of water.

Then there is the light. A small flicker of hope near the top of the boat. Kicking with all of your might, you make your way up to it, pushing the door open and then practically flying outside. You breathe in sharply, the air almost stinging your lungs.

When Tommy and Alex get out, you sigh in relief. Tommy makes his way over to you, Alex following.

"I tried to get to you, but I couldn't.. I'm so sorry, Y/N-" Tommy says, breathless. You smile.

"Don't fret, Tommy dear, it's not a big deal. I'm fine."

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"COME ON, TOMMY!" You shout to your best friend, running quickly across the sand. There was a small hole dug into the ground that would have to serve as your sleeping space for the night. Running through the forest in search for it had ruined your boots, but the space underneath a fallen tree seemed to be the only good space to sleep.

You hear Tommy's footsteps behind you as you crawl into the area.

He slides in after you, and you laugh. He sits next you you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you snuggle into him. "Look!" You say, and he is quickly alert. "The Stars! That's Sirius, that's the Big Dipper! See it?" You look at him, smiling. He is smiling, too, and he nods.

You look into his eyes for another second before you feel his lips softly grazing your own. You smile. "Embrasse-moi déjà, espèce d'idiot." (Just kiss me already, you idiot). And he does. He smiles, softly chuckling before leaning in even closer, his lips crashing onto your own.

His lips were soft, and slightly chapped. The kids was as perfect as it could be, feeling passionate yet soft. He held you as if he was afraid of letting you go, his arms on your waist as he hands stay perfectly in place. Once he backs away, you begin to move your arms from his neck, but he grabs your forearms, softly.

"Please. Just.. let me hold you." He says. You smile.

"Of course, mon amour." You say, resting your head on his chest as he holds you.

"French is so beautiful when spoken by you.." he says, and you smile. "Teach me sometime?"

"Of course, mon amour." You repeat.