AN: New Story...will continue if you all are interested :) a few trigger warnings in this, for abuse, please be aware as well as a few others. I have alot of respect for the military but I am Canadian so bear with me if I get things wrong. This is new waters for me. Please no negative anonymous reviews I won't publish them, you want to say something negative sign your name :) thanks to Halo Hunter89 ;)

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Chapter 1

Germany 2012

"Well, what's the fucking point of even having leave for one week...can't go States side, this is the vacation of my dreams right her..fucking Germany." Daryl grumbled as he slumped down in to the chair at a table in a tourist catering German pub.

"What? Germany's great! Booze, good looking women...beats patrols in Afghanistan."Martinnez said winking at a waitress dressed as a bar maid all but spilling out of her blouse. "It's the land of October Fest" he declared happily.

"It's March you fucking idiot." Daryl said rolling his eyes with a snort.

"What the hell has you so hot and bothered to make it home to the States? Ain't like you got a girl waiting for you at home..." Martinez said only to be interrupted by Perez

"Or a guy" he said with a chuckle as Daryl flipped him off.

Martinnez snorted "Ain't like you got a girl OR a guy waiting for you,...your in the land of busty blondes and booze. If anyone needs to get fucking laid Lieutenant it's you." He said

Daryl looked down at his beer, swirling it in his hand. "It's the old man...he's sick. Merle says he's dying, my first reaction was good, I hope the evil old bastard rots in hell...but Merle..he was hoping I could get home." He said queitly.

The table became sombre the group looking at each other. They were a band of brothers. They knew more about his life than anyone else on earth. He'd joined the army at Merle's insistence as an escape.

Merle had abandoned him, in his eyes. Left him at a young age and gone off to get mixed up in gangs and drugs until he ended up doing a stint in jail. Left him to deal with the evil old bastard all alone.

He'd been young and scared. His daddy had only gotten worse. There was something not right in him, Daryl could see that now, all the pain and suffering he'd inflicted on Daryl, had seemed to fuel him. Everyday got a little worse. Everyday the madness inside his Daddy grew until that one horrible day.

No one knew, about what happened that day. It was a secret he would take to his grave. If Merle had known he might have killed his daddy and gone back to jail...or hell maybe he wouldn't have cared.

He'd told them about his life when the bonds had formed, when he would have taken a bullet for any of them or vice Versa. When they asked about the scars. But no one knew about that day...no one.

"Daryl in all due respect" he looked up when Rick, his superior officer and best friend spoke "I do hope your old man burns in hell, I know you've only told us the tip of the iceberg, and Merle, I think he owes you, let him deal with it, let him hold himself together. He's 12 years older than you...you can't carry him forever brother."

Daryl nodded as the three other men held their breath. Merle was a touchy subject for him, they all knew it. Merle had come back from prison a changed man, and seen the shell Daryl had become.

When Daryl had gotten big enough that the beatings had stopped, the psychological torture had begun. Taunts about that night, threats, had been thrown out all the while his dad had broken him down, made him feel useless, worthless. He'd been ready to give up, opt out. Then Merle had came back and all but dragged him to a recruitment office.

He'd been scared at first that the old man would make good on his threats, that Merle would find out about that night, but if he told him Merle never brought it up. He'd come to find, he loved the army, he excelled at it.

No torture inflicted during training or Ranger school could compare to what he'd already been through. He'd flown through it like a breeze and rose up the ranks.

If it were up to him he would never go back, but Merle, needed him, and he felt guilt. Merle had made his peace with the old man. Gotten him on medication for schizophrenia he said. Merle would continually tell him that their Dad was sorry, but Merle didn't know. His Daddy was sick, but in his soul he was evil...and Merle would never change his mind on that.

He took a chug of his beer and nodded at Rick amid the loud cheering breaking out from some tourist listening to a musician at the accordion. "Who the fuck picked this place anyway?" He said with a grin as Rick snorted in relief.

"I swear to fucking god...someone told me that it was a good place to hook up." Martinez said.

Perez rolled his eyes looking around the pub "Dude...if I wanted to hook up with 70 year old woman from the States I'd hit up my grandma's nursing home." He said then paused as a group of women their age entered the pub. "Well hellloooooo...what do we have here." He said.

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Perez had used his charm and finagle the women over to their table the bar had pulled another table next to theirs creating one large one.

There was four of them, Carol, Andrea, Lisa and Leslie, two doctors and two nurses all working for the Red Cross. They were on a three day lay over in Germany, before they headed to Afghanistan on a humanitarian mission for the Red Cross.

They were heading to relatively stable area, Daryl knew it well, but he'd taken one look at Carol a nurse, and he hated the idea already.

She was tiny, but she had a look in her eye that said she was a survivor. Her eyes, fuck they drew him in, they were the most beautiful shade of blue he'd ever seen. They were shiny, like sapphires, they fucking glowed. He had goosebumps. She had an amazing body, and her red curls were pulled back into braids. Accenting her long beautiful neck. Fuck an image of biting down on her soft skin filtered through his mind, and he felt himself getting hard.

It wasn't the type of thing he usually did but he found himself asking her to dance, she'd accepted with a beautiful smile.

He'd held her as the swayed on the dance floor to some German accordion love song and she started giggling into his chest. Looking up at him her eyes full of laughter, he felt the moment it happened. He fell face first in love at first sight. Well maybe love at first laugh.

"This is the silliest song I've ever danced to...wanna get out of here?" She asked.

He'd nodded and told the guys he would meet them later, they'd smirked but turned their attention back to the three other girls.

They'd walked, all night, and held hands like teenagers on a first date. They had seen the sights like tourists, and laughed and enjoyed themselves.

She was a nurse and twenty eight, two years younger than him. He was hating the idea of her heading In to Kandihar more and more as the night progressed.

She'd been on huminatarian missions before, to Africa, and Thailand after the tsunami (fresh out of nursing school she'd said with haunted eyes) but never in an active war zone.

She'd gotten a chill as they sat on a bench watching the sun come up and he'd wrapped his coat around her, wrapping her in his arms.

He'd stared down at her beautiful face, looking up at him, and those fucking eyes. He was overcome with the feeling like he'd meet her, the one.

They spent the next three days together, and her last night in Germany she asked him to meet her at her hotel room.

The door had opened, and he'd been overcome, fuck she was beautiful and those eyes. They were shining.

Her red curls were falling down her back and she was wearing a simple red dress, she was barefoot. Even her toes were cute, fuck he felt his blood roar to his ears.

She pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut and backing him against the door. Her lips connected with his neck.

"You sure about this?" He groaned as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." She panted grasping the straps of her dress and letting it float down and pool around her feet. She was naked underneath.

He all but ripped his shirt over his head and picked her up carrying her to the bed as his lips met hers. She lay back looking up at him expectantly, the most beautiful grin on her face. He growled lowering himself down on top of her.

He made his way down her body, stopping to spend time on her breast. Sucking her nipple into his mouth as she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair.

He looked up at her with a grin "You like that Baby?" He asked almost not recognizing his voice or how husky it was. She nodded whimpering, the noises she was making driving him wild, making crazy.

He made his way down her body, brushing kisses over her slit softly, inhaling her scent his lips whisper soft his teeth lightly biting down before he flicked out his tongue, licking her clit. Her hands fisted in the bed, as her back arched up. He drew her legs over his shoulders, as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She gasped again, crying out his name.

Fuck, she was sexy as hell, he loved the sound of his name on her lips.

"Say my name again" he said in gruff voice as he sunk two fingers into her wet heat. "Oh god.." He said turning his face into her thigh "you're so fucking wet." He groaned "Say it...say my name"

"Daryl" she panted in a passionate husky whisper, and he all but came right then and there.

"Daryl...I need you, I need you inside me." She begged.

He peeled his jeans off, and crawled up her body, lining himself up with her entrance. He sunk into her wet heat slowly, inch by inch. He could feel her muscles gripping him tightly.

She titled her pelvis encouraging him to move when pressed his forehead to hers "give me a minute baby, you feel to damn good." He said with a grin pecking her lips. She threaded her fingers through his hair pulling him down into her deepening the kiss. He suddenly had no choice but to move, as she whispered in his ear "Please, Daryl" in a breathless husky whisper.

It didn't take much before he felt her coming, and he banded his arms around her waist, bracing his hands on her hips and pounded into her. Losing himself in her body and the beauty of her eyes, as he followed her.

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"You got my number?"

"Yes"

"My rank, my unit?

"Yes" she said with a grin

"The emergency numbers?"

"Yes..Daryl." She said wrapping her arms around his shoulders " I have every possible way to contact you memorized...I'll be fine"

They were at the airport she was heading out. He still didn't like the thoughts of her heading in province, it reassured him slightly to know she would be two hours away from his base, but his anxiety was unparalleled. He just found her, he couldn't lose her.

She gave him a quick kiss "it's only for two months then I have to decide if I want to sign on for another year. I promised my Grandmother I wouldn't." She said.

"Tell you're Grandmother I said thanks." He said...two months wasn't bad..he'd email her and maybe if he was lucky he would be able to see her once or twice. Then he'd send her ass home where she was safe and get a ring on her finger as soon as he could.

He had a strange feeling as he watched her board the plane like he should have been more honest about his feelings thrown caution to the wind and told her he'd fallen head over heels in love in three days. But he kept his mouth shut not wanting to scare her.

He should have listened to his gut, two days later as they were packing Rick came racing into his room turning on the news.

"Rick what the hell?...watch tv in your own room." He said but paused as Rick shushed him pointing at the tv.

And that's when he saw the headline. Red Cross convoy bringing new volunteers in humanitarian mission ambushed. Medical personnel taken hostage, and Carol's beautiful face flash across the screen.