A/N Hey everyone. This is my first Red Dawn fanfic, and it will definitely have more than one chapter. Please r&r and enjoy!

Disclaimer:Watashi wa jibun no yūsha o okonau (I don't own Red Dawn)

Chapter 1

Erica-Looking Through the Window

I stared out the window of my bedroom. The war had been over for a few weeks now, but I never forgot all the people I had met. Jed, Aardvark, Robert, Danny, Matt. Matt, I couldn't stop thinking about my promise to him.

Flashback

"We're all that's left. Somebody's gotta live, somebody's gotta make it!" Matt told me and Danny. "Me and Jed, we're all used up."

I thought I was going to explode. "No," I cried. I flung myself at Matt and hugged him. After all we'd been through, I didn't want him to go. I never wanted to let anyone go ever again.

"I'm never gonna forget," I said. "As long as I live! I'll never forget."

Matt looked at me. "Don't. Don't forget," he said. I started crying again.

Danny came over to us. "Matt," he started. "You're never gonna know who won."

Matt looked at him. "Who will?"

End Flashback

That was the last time I ever saw him. After the Colonel's death, I thought I'd never cry over anyone again. But I was wrong. The Colonel said something to me I'd never forget.

"Where did you meet your wife?" I had asked him. We sat and watched the boys play football as we talked.

"You really wanna know this stuff?" He asked me.

I giggled a yes.

"I met her at a closet at a party. Couldn't stand her at first, but then, later, loved her so much it hurt."

"Still love her like that?" I asked.

He never got to answer because Matt called in, "Hey, you quitters playin or what?"

"No!" I shouted back. I was still upset over our little tussle at the campfire.

Matt waved us away. "Fine," he mumbled.

I had always thought that that was an omen. I couldn't stand Matt at first, but, once I cried so hard over him leaving, I realized I loved him more than I thought I ever would.

I remembered the night of my promise. He had slipped something into my hand before he left to the camp. I had opened it to find a stick he had whittled. It had my name carved into it. There it was, in the middle, 'Erica'. I turned it over, and there was another word,'Wolverine'.

Oh, Matt. Where can you be?