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Welp, here it is!

The third installment of my A Year in the Life series is now up and ready to go!

Title: Of Wounded Medics and Meddling Redheads.
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Prompt: (If it's not too late!) how about Babe/Roe hurt/comfort, where Roe is wounded and is the absolute worst patient ever? (for slightlytookish)

prompt: Babe/Roe, "all I want for Christmas is you", for thrillingdetectivetales

Day 4: Foxholes

Just after dawn, the redheaded private tumbled gracelessly into the medic’s foxhole.

“Ya alright?” Gene asked, eyes flickering over the other man’s form in search of the slightest sign of injury.

“M’good, Doc. Just wanted to wish ya a Merry Christmas.”

Gene started. Was it December 25th already? Huh. He glanced sideways at the redhead. “Hope you ain’t here for presents. All I got’s a half-empty packet of sulfa.”

Babe gave a wolfish grin. “S’okay, Doc.” Then, he added with a wink, “All I want for Christmas—” He bumped the medic’s shoulder playfully with his own. “—is you.”

Howdy, folks!

I'm starting a 30-Day BoB Drabble Challenge for Christmas. Feel free to reply with prompts--I'll create a list as they come in--featuring any characters/pairings, can be gen. or romance, and as brief/descriptive as you'd like!

For Day 1, in honor of the sixth anniversary of Babe Heffron's passing, I've done a BabeRoe drabble (below). <3


Day 1: Holiday Newcomer

The contrast of his plaid flannel—patches of rich red and midnight black—against the hunter-green forest of Douglas firs crowding the Christmas tree farm caught Gene’s gaze; the shock of his brilliant ginger hair kept it. The stranger wore industrial winter boots, largely useless this far below the Mason-Dixon line, and lugged seven- and eight-foot trees across the lot like they were weightless, though his muscles strained against the cotton constraints of his shirt. He was handsome, tall and pale, an unfamiliar face—the parish’s first newcomer in years.

Gene knew immediately that he wanted desperately to know him.