Fandom: BAND OF BROTHERS
Pairing: Winters/Nixon
Length: 3,100
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]Author Website: 'fic' tagWhy this must be read:Because the author manages to capture all the tiny details of Bastogne, and the beauty of the intimate relationship between Nixon and Winters in this piece never fails to make me smile. This is a character driven story that all fans of the mini-series will enjoy.
When he does sleep, he sleeps lightly -- they all do, really. Can't afford not to, not with the way the Germans are walking right through their lines like they're not even there. He tries not to think about it. He tries not to think about a lot of things these days. Nixon jostles awake the second he hears someone approaching his foxhole. The footsteps are too quiet, too careful to be anyone but Dick. That doesn't stop him from reaching for his rifle when he sits up.
"You alive in there?" Dick asks, hovering at the lip of the hole and pulling the tarp back to peer inside. Nixon glares at him before a yawn starts to split his jaw in two. "You've been asleep for a while."
"Sure doesn't feel like it."
Dick doesn't say anything. He stares at Nixon in that way, like if he looks at Nix's nose and lips and eyebrows long enough he'll be able to tell if he's lost his mind yet. He probably could, is the thing. They'd all be able to, just from looking. Nixon watches the snow stick to Dick's helmet, flexes his fingers and tries to return feeling to his hands while he waits out Dick's stare. After a minute he blinks, satisfied, and reaches out like he's going to touch Nixon's cheek but he hesitates, brushes the frozen dirt out of Nixon's hair instead.
Dick claps his hand on Nixon's head and stands up. "I have to go meet with Lieutenant Dike," he says. "He wants to talk about the way his men are sleeping three to a foxhole. It seems he doesn't approve."
Nixon shakes his head, rolls his eyes and says, "Yeah, good luck with that." Dick half-smiles at him; Nixon's smile turns into another yawn and then Dick's gone, disappearing into the the forest like he never existed in the first place.under ice there's a world moving slow 
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