Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Chuck Grant Imagine #1

AN: Requested by the amazing @Dyckie_44. I hope you enjoy!

  I never wanted to fall in love during this war. Especially with another Paratrooper. I knew this was no time for falling in love. And I knew the Army didn't exactly like relationships within it. I just don't know what happened. I don't know why one day it was fine, and then one day I switch flipped within me, and I had fallen for my best friend. 

  When I met Chuck Grant in Camp Toccoa, him and I didn't exactly get along. We constantly butted heads and him and Joe Leibgott would constantly make comments about me being a woman. And one day, after months of just dealing with the taunts, I turned right around and flattened them out. I yelled at them for a solid twenty minutes, setting them straight. I remember the looks they had on their faces. Shock and fear as I just tore into them. And then after that, the three of us kind of got along. And over time we got closer and closer. And soon the three of us became best friends. Especially me and Chuck.

  I remember the first time Chuck and I really had alone time in a way. We were walking around outside at a bar, just talking about what was yet to come. We stayed up so late, just walking around the town and enjoying ourselves. Cracking jokes, getting into deep topics. I think that was the day, after about two years, I had fallen head over heels for Chuck Grant. How he looked at me that night and made me laugh. Something in my mind and heart changed that night. And I wish it could have been undone, more than anything. But all this time later, it hasn't changed. Chuck Grant will be the death of me.

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  Now here we are, from England to freezing all of our asses off in Bastogne Forest. From building surrounding us, to trees that were exploding from Kraut artillery all around us. I snuggled up in a foxhole with Joe and Chuck. We all stuck close together, trying to grasp for warmth. A blanket draped over our laps. It wasn't much, but right now, anything helped. The night made any extra warmth that the sun go away like blowing out a flame. The forest turned into an endless void. Maybe it would be a bad time now to admit my fear of the dark. Though, right here in my foxhole, I was happy. I had my two best friends, and the guy who doesn't know I am madly in love with snuggled up with me. What else good I ask for right now?

  I didn't sleep that night. I didn't really know why. Joe and Chuck fell asleep quickly. Their soft snores being the only thing being heard in the silence of everyone. I had the weird feeling in my stomach that something was going to go wrong in the morning. We had to go on a patrol in the morning with Martin and a few replacements. And for some reason, I had a bad feeling about the entire thing. The entire night I just stared at the endless line of trees. Thinking about everything and anything. Not getting an ounce of sleep.

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   When the morning came we almost immediately went out on the patrol. Walking straight through our enemy lines. I clutched my rifle tightly in my fingers, scanning my surroundings closely. It was too quiet where we were. Grant was a few feet in front of me and Joe was about five feet to the right of me. I looked at them both, then returning my focus back to the snowy forest around me. The snow made a thick fog that was difficult to see through. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view of whatever was to come into view.

  That's when I saw it. The first Kraut in view. I could see the top of his helmet and the one eye closed as he aimed down his sights. The gun pointed right at Chuck. That is when the slow motion set in. I watched as the others looked around, not at all noticing the Kraut. Fear set into my eyes as I looked at Chuck. I dropped my rifle and ran to him. I don't know why I was doing it, though the only thing my mind and body was telling me was to just run to him. Do what ever it takes. Don't let him die.

  "Chuck!" I screamed, hearing the shot ring off of the Kraut's weapon. I grabbed onto the Paratrooper, spinning him and shoving him so he was out of the way. That was when I felt a large amount of pressure build up in my stomach. I looked up around me, the men's faces filled with worry and fear as their eyes landed on me.

  "Oh fuck!" I heard Martin yell. I looked down at my stomach. A dark pool began to soak my utilities on my stomach. A small confused, sob like sound left my lips as I felt my legs turn to jello. I fell and  cried out in pain. My hands shakily went down to my abdomen. I heard gun shots begin to shoot from both sides of the lines. I cried out slightly, the pain shot through my body every time I tried to move. My name was being called, I couldn't tell by who, it sounded like there were cotton balls in my ears.

  When the gunshots stopped, I felt myself being scooped up into the bridal style carry. I cried out once more. My eyes opened to see who was holding me. My eyes traveled to see Chuck. His eyes filled with fear and worry. "Hey Chuck," I said weakly, a small smile ghosting over my face. He glanced down at me.

  "Shhh, save your breath. I'm getting you to Doc. You're going to be just fine Y/N," he reassured. His words worried me even more, though I did what I was asked and stayed quiet. I felt Chuck's walk turn more into a run. I could feel myself growing tired, so fucking tired. "Come on Y/N, stay awake for us," he whispered to me. His voice laced with worry. I tried my best to keep my eyes open as I heard him yell out for a medic. Not too long after, I felt myself being laid down on the cold snow. My eyes meeting with Doc Roe's.

  "You're going to be okay darlin' I promise," Roe spoke as he quickly began to work. The immense pressure he pressed on the wound in order to stop the bleeding. I cried out loudly. "I'm going to give you some morphine," I only nodded in response. Not being able to produce any words. Tears slipped out of my eyes and down my face. The cold air now sticking to my face.

  When the morphine shot went into my thigh, I felt most of the pain melt away. I let out a breath as my head fell back in relief. I struggled to keep my eyes open. I felt Chuck start tapping my face. "Come on doll, stay awake. You gotta! I don't know what I'd do with you. Please Y/N," Chuck pleaded loudly and grabbed out my hand. I squeezed his hand and glanced up at him. Alright, I had to live. I looked back at Roe, who had tweezers in his pale and cracked hands.

  "I have to get the bullet out. This is going to hurt," he spoke, glancing between both me and Chuck, his eyes filled with remorse. I gulped and held on tightly to Chuck's hand. The tweezers dove deep into my wound and I screamed out. No matter how much morphine that they could've given me, the pain wouldn't leave. Chuck stroked my hair, trying to shush me. I know he was trying his best, but it wasn't doing much.

  The pain quickly soothed as Eugene pulled out the bullet with tweezers. I began to breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling quickly. I closed my eyes relieved that the most painful part was over. I looked up at Chuck and smiled weakly. His eyes and face now not as worried and a smile came to his lips. I heard a jeep pull up, probably going to take me into town to get fixed up and brought to hospital. I looked at Chuck, my face sad. 

  The feeling of his hands on my cheeks and the quick and swift action of planting his lips onto mine happened. My eyes widened, but I quickly melted into the kiss. I had been waiting for this moment for forever. When he he stood up as I got carried to the jeep, wincing as I was placed down. He held my hand once more. "Promise you'll come back to me," he pleaded, holding his pinkie out to me. I smiled an laughed softly at the childish action. I wrapped my pinkie around his and smiled up at him.

  "I promise Mr. Grant," I responded, releasing my finger and kissing his cheek. And like that, the Jeep was off. Bringing me some hospital in god knows where. I could see Chuck just standing there, watching the Jeep carry me away. While I just sat there, thinking about how crazy of a day it had been.