Hey everybody! This is the first Band of Brothers story I have ever attempted, so I hope it's not a piece of crap. I've read a couple on here and let me tell you, they were pretty dang good! Anyway, to get this out of the way, I do not own Band of Brothers, nor any of the characters in it, besides Asa Moltisanti. Leave reviews, they are very helpful and encouraging! But try not to be too harsh! ;)

"Do you feel sorry for him, Private Moltisanti? Do you feel sorry for Private Christenson?" Sobel bellowed.

Spit flew into Asa Moltisanti's face as she answered, "No sir!" and watched as Christenson's form started to disappear into the night.

"I don't believe you Private." Sobel said, glaring into her emerald eyes, "Run Currahee."

"Sir!" she protested, "It's nearly midnight!"

Sobel smirked, "Do you think I care what time of day it is?"

"No sir."

"Then I suggest you get MOVING!" he shouted.

She sighed and started jogging toward the bunk houses. Sobel called after her, "Just where do you think you are going Private?"

"To get my PT gear, sir." Asa replied.

"You will run Currahee in full gear."

Asa bit back an Italian curse, and started toward the bloody mountain. She cursed Sobel, she cursed the mountain, she cursed Christenson, and she cursed the canteens. She hadn't come here to run up and down an oversized hill all day, she had come here to make herself a soldier. She had come for the challenge.

Halfway up the hill, she heard footsteps behind her. Fearing it was Sobel, she did not stop as she turned and snapped, "Am I doing it right sir?"

"Looks just fine to me." Lieutenant Winters' face became visible in the moonlight as he took up a position next to her.

"I thought you were Sobel. He make you come up here, too?" Asa asked.

"No, but I thought you could use some encouragement." Winters said, "And I never liked running Currahee by myself."

"You've ran it by yourself?" she asked.

"Twice." Winters said, "When I couldn't sleep."

"Does Sobel know you're out here?"

"No, and he'll probably have my head for it, but frankly he has everyone's head for something." Winters said.

Asa laughed, "That he does."

They ran in silence for a while, reaching the top and then making the journey back down. Asa stumbled and blurted, "Fuck!" she stopped and rested her hands on her knees, "This fucking mountain."

Winters jogged to a stop in front of her and said, "You alright?"

She grimaced at the pain in her side as she straightened, "Yeah, but hell, I don't think I can do this again."

They started at a slow jog again and Asa said, "I don't even see the point in pushing our times. We're already further ahead than any company by a mile, and yet he says we're not fast enough?"

"You know what I do every time we run this?" Winters asked waiting for her reply before continuing, "I see this as a competition between myself and Sobel. Every time he says to run Currahee, I push myself to the limits, running this hill as fast as I can. I ignore the pain because I know that every second faster I am, I beat Sobel. I win."

"I don't understand." Asa said.

"He sees us as ants under his boot. He figures he is above us all because he's already a graduated paratrooper. Now, Sobel can hardly run this mountain, he is just able to keep up with us. So if I get faster, I can outrun him, I can be a better paratrooper than he is. I can be on the same level as him."

Asa nodded at his words and thought about what he had just said. Every second faster I am, I beat Sobel. I win. She nodded to herself and then said, "Why not be above him?"

"Because once you start seeing yourself above another man, you lose who you are." Winters said.

She didn't quite understand his statement, but the lights from the base came into view. A lone figure stood at the bottom of Currahee, arms folded, leg tapping the earth, "Lieutenant Winters, who gave you permission to climb the mountain?"

"No one, sir." Winters said, giving Asa a wink.

"Then why did you?" Sobel asked.

"I figured a girl out here by herself should at least be with someone." Winters said.

"Well this girl wants to be a paratrooper, so if she can't deal with a little night time run, then I don't think she's cut out to be a soldier." Sobel said, "Both of you have lost your weekend passes."

"When have we ever had them?" Asa breathed. Winters softly laughed.

"What was that Private?"

"I said where did they go?" she said.

"That sort of talk will get you nowhere Private, now hit the showers and get to your bunks."

"Yes sir!" Winters and Asa chimed in chorus. They started out at a brisk jog across the field, "Che cazzo!" Asa said.

"What?" Winters asked.

"Oh, sorry, I forget you are not Italian. It means 'what a dick'. " Asa said.

"Che cazzo? I'll have to remember that one." Winters said with a smile, "You're Italian?"

"My mom and pops moved her from Sicily, settled down in Jersey." Asa said, "They got into the whole crime business, well, at least my pop did."

They entered the bunk house, not bothering to take a shower, "Yeah, he had a whole gang under him, his own soldiers and everything. A copo."

"Really?" Winters said, "That's something."

"I knew Capone and his gang before they were busted." Asa said, plopping down. The men around her propped their heads up, listening to her story.

"My ass you knew Capone!" Bill Guarnere said.

"I did. Took care of me and my mom when my pops got whacked." She closed her eyes, remembering her father's body lying on the kitchen floor, blood pooled around him, on the walls, the ceiling. His brains covered the small island they had in the center of the room, his face not even recognizable, "He was a good guy if you got on his good side. Him and my pops where real good friends. Didn't see him much though, Capone."

"He probably had better things to do than watch after a broad and her little brat." Guarnere said.

"Shut up mammalucc'." Asa said, giving Guarnere a small slap alongside the head. He smiled and laid his head back down on his pillow. They were both somewhat Italian, they had Italian parents didn't they? They had found each other the first day of training, both uttering the same curses, both receiving odd looks from the men around them.

"You're Italian then?" Guarnere asked.

"My mom and pops where, so I guess that makes me Italian." Asa said.

"Yeah, me too." Guarnere said, "You like veal?"

"Of course I do!"

"Where have you been all my life, doll?"

From that moment, they had been inseparable friends.

"So wait," Joe Liebgott said, "You're dad was in the mafia?"

"That's what I just said isn't it?"

"Yeah, but, that's so…cool!" Liebgott exclaimed, "I wish my parents were that cool. The only interesting thing we do around my place is wear Yamakas."

"You're Jewish?" George Luz asked, and then said in a long over-exaggerated southern drawl, "Well, hell, Liebgott! Praise the Lord!"

"Shut up, dumbfuck." Leibgott muttered.

They all started laughing at once, even Winters despite his usually serious look. Asa knew at that moment, that no matter how much Sobel would cut them down and make them feel like dirt, they were already better paratroopers than he would ever be. They had already won.