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Love and War (captain_bond x Sunshine and Whiskey)

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12 JUNE 1944 (D-Day+6)
0030 HOURS
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Captain Scott Jones was sweating bullets as his P-51 Mustang fighter was approaching the French coastline, his comrades flying in formation ahead of a wave of bombers on a nighttime bombing raid. He'd flown hundreds of missions before, but there was something about this one. The Colonel told them all what to expect: lots of Luftwaffe to greet them, some pretty heavy flak, all familiar threats that he'd dealt with before. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that something might go horribly wrong. They all dipped their wings as they flew over the Normandy beaches, a salute to their brothers on the ground who gave the ultimate sacrifice on that coast six days prior.

After too little time, they flew past the relative safety of Allied-controlled territory and began to look for the German welcoming committee. Allied radar operators on the ground were watching out for enemy aircraft, and it seemed that crazy new machine worked, as they radioed Jones that there was a wave coming in on their left flank, at nine o'clock. They all turned as one to meet them, advising the main group to continue on to their target. This proved to not be the disaster that Jones was afraid of, as even though the sky was soon full of the sounds of machine-gun fire, they managed to shoot down all of the approaching enemies, with only one of their aircraft suffering some moderate damage. The pilot was able to fly back to Allied lines, it would turn out later, but he ended up having to ditch the plane. Back in the present, Jones scored the final kill, and he sat back and allowed himself a deep breath...which prevented him from spotting the disastrous piece of flaming wreckage flying straight towards his tail.

The impact was earth-shattering, but thankfully Jones had the good sense to realize he needed to bail out. A quick glance at the altimeter showed he was high enough for a safe jump, but he had no time to waste. So he told his XO (executive officer) that he was in command and that he was bailing out, pushed open the cockpit canopy, and leapt from the doomed plane into the cold night air, pulling his parachute after a count of ten and feeling the familiar yank of the chute opening as well as a profound sense of relief that at least he'd make it to the ground in one piece.

That is, until a shot rang out from the ground, and he found himself plummeting faster and faster, and he screamed, knowing the bullet had torn a hole in the chute. He was screaming loud enough to wake everyone from there to Berlin, until he hit his head on a tree branch and blacked out. He had no idea that he had been hanging from a tree for several hours, before the local Resistance had prevented his capture by the Germans that found him in the early hours of the morning. He had no idea that they carried his unconscious form to a nearby farmhouse. He had no idea just how lucky he was to be alive. And he certainly had no idea that a beautiful young woman would be by his bedside when he woke.
 
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Her eyes peered outside to see how clear the day was along with to make sure the coast was clear. The farm, animals, and everything else outside needed some much-deserved tending to and today, she was going to do just that. She was fully awake now, took a bath, and was outside to enjoy the cool breeze that had picked up in this hot, humid weather. Antoinette tended to the farm and fed the animals, even chatted with them because why not. Her eyes scanned everything to make sure it was in order as she waltzed back inside while she searched for something to eat herself.

Antoinette walked back outside to see some men carrying a body and she raced towards them. They were all talking at once but she raised her hands to silence them, which was a rather bold move but proceeded to point to someone to tell her what happened as she waved her hand for them to follow her inside.

She had a special place for this soldier to be laid down in. Antoinette wasn't much of a nurse but she was going to tend to his wounds the best that she knew how to. Her eyes stayed focused on him as she started to treat him, gently to not wake him up, and when she was done, she left for a few before coming back to see him starting to stir.

"Hi." Antoinette greeted politely, a soft smile formed among her facial features. "Do you remember anything at all?" She asked him with a curious tilt of her head.
 
Scott blinked a few times, groaning in a confused sort of manner as he tried to get the measure of the situation before responding. He looked around as much as he could in the span of a few moments, and saw stone walls, a French flag on one of them with the Free French cross against the central white portion, candles to light the space, and the young woman who spoke. It certainly didn't seem like a German POW camp, but he wasn't about to give anyone the benefit of the doubt, not even this woman.

As he shifted his weight slightly, he used the movements of his arms to brush against the spot on his left side where his M1911A1 .45-caliber pistol would have been resting in his shoulder holster, and when he felt the familiar presence of the hard metal, he decided that the Wehrmacht would not have been so careless, and the possibility he was among allies became more likely. "I do, up until the point where I blacked out. I was up escorting some bombers to a target as part of the Normandy breakout, to cut off the lines of German supplies and reinforcements. It was shortly after midnight." He went on to describe the dogfight, and when he was through, he said, "So, one thing that bothers me. It looks like there was at least one Kraut who took a shot at me, put a hole in my chute. Do you know why, if that's the case, I'm here and not halfway to a POW camp by now? Also, do you have anything to eat? I'm starving!"
 
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