A/N: So this story is based in WWII, roughly 1944. I'm not a big history person but I tried to be as accurate as possible. A big thank you to tumblr user MintysMiscellany for making the gifs that inspired this story. The title is inspired by the song "You're All I Need to Get By" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell because I was listening to it when I was looking at the gifs lol. I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think! XOXO

Fitz blinked awake and immediately groaned at the pain radiating from his shoulder. He lifted his head, looking around the room and taking in the nurses milling about and the injured men on cots, and realized he was in the infirmary. He tried hard to remember what had happened to land him in the hospital but couldn't. He tried to use his left arm to sit up but it gave out immediately and he let out a strangled groan, thinking he might vomit from the pain. Immediately a red-headed nurse was at his side.

She was tall and thin and her uniform was pristinely white. She looked down at him with concern. "Captain Grant, please be careful. You just had surgery on that arm."

"What happened to me?" he asked, finding his mouth dry. He didn't know what day it was and couldn't remember the last time he was conscious.

"Your platoon was ambushed. You took a bullet to the shoulder and fell into a foxhole. You also got a pretty nasty bump on the head," the nurse answered. He read the name tag above the peak of her small left breast: Abby W, RN.

"How long have I been here?" he asked, trying again to sit up, this time using his right arm. He managed barely but Abby helped him the rest of the way.

"Two days. You were under in surgery for the first and you were recovering yesterday," she replied.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday." Fitz nodded, looking around. It came back to him in pieces. They had been creeping through a sparsely wooded valley when shots rang out. Everyone went for cover but there was little to be had. He remembered taking the bullet to the shoulder and falling into the foxhole among dead men.

He looked up when another nurse, a petite woman with perfect jet-black curls and skin the color of cinnamon appeared at Abby's side. She told Abby, "Dr. Rosen needs you in the O.R."

Abby rolled her eyes then smiled at Fitz. "This is Olivia. She's the best nurse here. She'll take good care of you."

Olivia… Fitz immediately had a new love for what he had once considered a rather plain name. He waved goodbye to Abby with his sling-restrained left arm then set his ice blue eyes on the beautiful woman in front of him. Olivia couldn't deny that he was handsome, even if he was in desperate need of a shave and shower. She was surprised when he said, in the most sensuous honeyed baritone, "Olivia... Beautiful name."

"Thank you," she replied with a smile. "I got it for my birthday"

Fitz laughed. "Gorgeous and funny. I think I'm in love."

It was Olivia's turn to laugh. She declared, "You're cute."

"Actually I'm Captain Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, but please keep calling me cute," he replied with a devilish smile. Olivia laughed, shaking her head at him. Had he not been so handsome, she would have found his flirtation cheesy. But he was incredibly handsome, and quite charming, so she allowed herself the pleasure of flirting with him. There was so little pleasure to be had during those times. Plus, he was a lot nicer about it than most of the men recuperating. They hadn't been around a woman in so long that they forgot how to be respectful with their advances. Every day was an endless cycle of less-than gentlemanly requests and her backside had received more pinches than she could keep count of. These reasons, coupled with a pair of particularly beautiful blue eyes, earned Captain Grant the first genuine smile Olivia had given in months.

She asked, "Are you always this charming?"

"No," Fitz replied, making her laugh. "I guess I have you to thank for it."

Fitz swung his legs over the bed and made a move to get up but found his legs didn't feel like his own. Olivia rushed to his side and situated her shoulders under his right arm to help him to his feet. She smiled at him. "Easy there."

"I got it," Fitz assured, smiling down at her tiny body. He guessed she was about 5 feet tall. Standing at 6'3, he reasoned he was far too large for her to be of any help to him. "I would hate to crush a tiny thing like you."

Olivia laughed. "I'm stronger than I look, Captain."

"Please, call me Fitz," he replied, allowing her to help support him as they moved toward the bank of showers. Fitz smirked at the soldiers who began whooping and howling like animals when Olivia approached.

"Hey sweet thing, there's room for one more in here!" one particularly loud man called as they moved past his stall.

"Shut it Ballard!" Olivia replied. Fitz frowned when he saw that her smile was gone. He felt instantly protective of Olivia, especially after seeing the hungry way Ballard looked at her. She pulled back the curtain of the empty stall next to Jake Ballard, gesturing for Fitz to go in. She gave him a friendly smile. "Just hand your clothes out to me and we'll see about getting you some that aren't covered in blood."

Fitz undressed quickly then handed Olivia his soiled clothes, smiling at her. "Make sure I get that shirt back. My sisters won't believe I got shot without it, Liv."

"That's Mrs. Davis to us," Jake cut in, eyeing Fitz challengingly.

"You're married?" Fitz asked, looking at Olivia curiously. Of course a woman as beautiful and enchanting as her was married.

"I'm not…yet. I'm engaged," Olivia replied, throwing Jake a look. She loathed him and his loud mouth.

"When's the big day?" Fitz asked, trying to keep his face neutral. He didn't want her thinking he was some creep like Jake.

"As soon as the war's over, we're gonna set it," Olivia answered. She knew it was morbid to be thankful for the war's halting of wedding preparations, but she wasn't sure that the life waiting for her in Georgia was the one she wanted. She loved Edison, but she always felt like the world had more to offer her than being the wife of a teacher. Edison didn't even want her to continue nursing when she got home. But it was in her blood, and she wouldn't let it go for anyone.

Fitz nodded as he handed his clothes out to her. Olivia checked that his pockets were empty then deposited the uniform in the canvas laundry bin. He turned on the shower then picked up the bar of soap on the little counter mounted on the wall. He found himself inconvenienced by his lack of two working arms. Olivia blushed when she found herself looking at Fitz's muscular back as she returned his destroyed shirt neatly folded.

Jake smirked at her. "Doting on the new meat, sweet lips?"

"I'm not gonna tell you to shut it again, Ballard!" Olivia snapped. It wasn't necessarily the nicknames she resented, but the way Ballard looked at her like he wanted to devour her. "And stop holding up the shower!" Jake grinned, undeterred. She was feisty and he liked that. He made a show of going back to bathing. Olivia looked at Fitz who was frowning at Jake. "I'll just leave this here for you. And we've got fresh towels and uniforms coming up soon."

Fitz smiled at her big brown eyes. He'd never been so taken with a woman. "You have a pretty accent. Where are you from?"

"Georgia," Olivia answered.

"I'm from California. If I had known there were girls as pretty as you in Georgia, I'd have taken a trip down south a long time ago," Fitz flirted. Olivia blushed and looked away from him. She didn't know what it was about Fitz that made her so giddy and giggly. Hearing the ding of the industrial dryer, she scurried away to get towels and uniforms. She returned a few minutes later with a cart full of clean laundry. She went down the row of showers, handing out towels to the soldiers waiting to emerge from the stalls. When she got to Fitz, she found herself grinning at him as he grinned at her. Their hands brushed lightly when she handed him two towels and she was surprised by the spark that passed between them.

"Thank you," he said politely.

"You're welcome," Olivia replied, wondering why on earth anyone needed such a sexy voice. Her smile disappeared when she moved on to Jake's stall. She handed him his towels, taking care to keep her hand away from him.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he chirped. Olivia rolled her eyes. Jake Ballard wasn't necessarily unattractive, but he was such an ass that she could hardly be nice to him most of the time.

"Welcome," she replied before moving on. After she distributed towels, she went back to retrieve the laundry cart Abby was filling with uniforms, mindful of a pair of enchanting blue eyes on her.

A/N: I know this chapter was kind of short but the next one will be longer. Hopefully it was long enough to pique your interest. Don't forget to leave reviews!