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“I’m sorry, sir, but I will have to decline the offer.”

2nd Lieutenant Dick Winters resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his CO. They were currently standing in Colonel Sink’s office, the humid air of Georgia surrounding them, while the low hum of the fan barely drowned out the noise of the training going on outside.

Dick stood slightly behind Sobel, looking at the tiny dust particles floating in the sunlight. He took a moment to glance at Sink’s face, and what he saw almost made a smirk cross his face. The Colonel seemed just as annoyed at the Alpha as he did.

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Lieutenant. You will be getting your medics tomorrow, and one of them will be an Omega.”

Sobel stiffened at the order, his jaw clenched in what Dick could only describe as restrained anger.

“Permission to speak, sir.”

Sink stared Sobel down, reminding the younger man who the Head Alpha really was, before speaking.

“Granted.”

Sobel looked at a point right above the Colonel’s head, beads of sweat rolling down his face, “With all due respect, sir, it’s bad enough with the Omega secretaries and nurses walking around the camp, but putting one of their kind directly into combat with the men will only distract them, and make them inadequate for battle,” he paused for a moment before saying, “Easy Company is the only all Alpha company in this regiment, my goal is to make them the best, sir.”

Sink leaned forward in his chair, letting his hands clasp together on top of the desk, “And I understand that, Lieutenant. That is my goal as well. That is why I am putting this particular Omega in your company. Out of all the medics currently training in the medical detachment, he is the best. He will get the job done.”

Sobel nodded, trying to show the the utmost respect for the Colonel, although his face looked like he swallowed something bitter. He gave a clean salute, and when it was returned, Sobel quickly turned on his heel, and walked out of the office.

Sink started to shuffle through his paperwork again, before he noticed that Dick still did not leave the room.

“Is there something I can help you with, Lieutenant Winters?”

Dick swallowed and glanced down at the Colonel. He was staring at him intently, but not with the harsh look he gave Sobel.

“Permission to speak, sir.”

“Permission granted, son.”

“Sir,” Dick began, “I too am concerned about the Omega, but for a different reason than Lieutenant Sobel,” it was here that Dick took a moment to pause to choose his next words carefully, “In fact, I would say I’m concerned for the Omega.”

Sink dropped the paperwork back on the desk and leaned back in his chair.

“Continue.” he spoke with a gesture of his hand.

“Sir.” he said again, “This Omega will be surrounded by up to 140 Alphas a day, and I will not be able to keep an eye on him at all times.” He hoped he was making his point clear enough. He must have, though, because Sink pursed his lips and stood up to face the window.

“I hear what you and Lieutenant Sobel are trying to convey. Omegas are known to be flirtatious, distracting, soft, and weak.”

Something outside must have caught the Colonel’s eye, because he followed its movements closely.

“Have you met the Omega yet, Lieutenant?”

“No, sir.” he admitted reluctantly.

Sink just smirked, and moved his head a bit to give Dick a view of the medical attachment running down Currahee, one in particular being in front.

“Well this one will surprise you, Lieutenant, in more ways than one.”

Dick couldn’t stop the little smile that crossed his face due to the older Alpha’s words.

“Yes, sir.”

“You are dismissed, Lieutenant.”

And with quick and proper salutes, Dick left the office of the Colonel.

Once outside, he put on his side cap, and looked to the side to see Nixon leaning against the wall waiting for him.

“So,” Nixon spoke as he pushed off the wall and started to walk with Dick, “is there a reason Sobel just came out of there looking more pissed off than usual?”

Dick could only smile as he looked at the different companies going through PT. As he looked around, he was able to spot the medical attachment at the obstacle course.

“We’ll be getting our medics tomorrow.”

Nixon raised an eyebrow, “Well I know Sobel wants Easy Company to be the best, but even we need medics. I doubt that’s what really pissed him off.”

Finally, Dick was able to spot raven hair sprinting through the course, helping his fellow medics over walls, and picking them up when they fell down. He could only be compared to a gazelle, the way he jumped over beams, slid through the tunnels, and hopped through the ropes. So graceful. So beautiful.

“Dick?”

“One of them will be an Omega.”

Hearing those words caused Nixon to stop moving, and stand in front of Dick, hands on his chest to keep him from walking any further.

“An Omega? In Easy Company? Are they out of their minds?”

Dick had yet to remove his gaze from the young Omega, causing Nixon to follow his gaze. When his eyes finally locked onto the Omega, all he could let out was a low whistle.

“That’s him?”

“Yep.”

“Jesus,” Nixon mumbled, and leaned a little to the side to get a better looked at the Private, “Maybe this war won’t be that bad.”

Dick let out a little huff of laughter at his friend’s words, and gave him a humorous look, before looking back at the Omega. As if feeling eyes on him, the Omega turned around and locked his doe eyes with the two of them. His face showed nothing but indifference, but he also never looked away, as if accepting the stare as a challenge.

Nixon found it adorable, and decided to wave at him. The Private’s lips curled in a barely noticeable sign of distaste, before turning around and going through the obstacle course again.

Nixon chuckled at the sight and put his hand down, “Do you think he’ll survive being surrounded by 140 Alphas everyday?”

“Apparently, this one will surprise us,” Dick repeated what the Colonel said to him while smiling fondly at the Omega.

“Well, what’s his name?”

Dick watched as the medical detachment finished up at the course, and walk back to their barracks where they would shower, and probably head to medical training. The seven Omegas stood out from the rest of the Betas, but he was only interested in one of them. Dick didn’t know how, but he had a feeling the Omega would be an important addition to Easy, and his name was,

“Private Eugene Roe.”

Chapter Text

During a hot, muggy, Georgia afternoon, a particular group of men stood outside their barracks waiting for their Lieutenant to arrive. To be more precise, they were Easy Company waiting for their CO, Lieutenant Sobel, and they’ve been waiting for almost two hours.

To keep himself occupied, Gene has been staring at a fly that’s been buzzing in the faces of the men for almost the entire time they’ve been standing out there. He was actually surprised that no one moved to try and kill it. Although, he figured since they’ve been with Lieutenant Sobel for more than two months now, they know the usual drill. No one moves until the CO arrives.

Most of them have sagged off a little bit, including Gene himself. Arms became looser, stance became more relaxed, and all anyone could really do was look out in the distance at the rest of the companies finishing up morning training, and getting lunch.

However, Gene did feel several stares also being directed towards his ass, which he did not appreciate. If they were back in one of the bars in Louisiana, Gene would not hesitate to turn around and give them a look that said, “Fuck off.” (he was not really one to use words, but he’s been told his eyes could do all the talkin’ for him.)

But it was his first day in Easy, and he’s heard the stories about his new CO. Especially that he was not happy to have an Omega in his “all Alpha company”. Gene didn’t rightly know how he expected to accomplish that, since medics were Betas and Omegas only, but he guessed that Betas were just more acceptable than Omegas.

So Gene, instead of turning around and givin’ those Alphas a cold glare, decided to face forward, keep his mouth shut, and his eyes on the fly. The less attention he drew to himself, the better.

The fly hopped from soldier to soldier (guess not really soldiers yet, but they were getting there). Sometimes it landed on their clothes, most of the time it landed on some poor guys face. It even landed on his nose once.

It finally came to rest on 2nd Lieutenant Nixon’s neck. Gene recognized him from the other day as being one of the two officers staring at him during training. He decided to forget about the matter since they were probably just seeing what their new medics would be like. And even if they weren’t, Alphas have stared at and said worse things to him since he’s been here. He had tough skin when it came to most Alphas, ever since he quit school and started working odd, heavy lifting jobs with them back home. He’s probably heard every line in the book to get him to go out with them. He wasn’t about to stop his ways now, just because there was a war going on.

When Alphas at home heard that he was going to war, a lot of them thought he was drafted. Most people were still against the idea of drafting Omegas, male or not, but it was put into the Selective Service Act, and there it would stay. Drafting Omegas was a last resort anyways, and they were never put into infantry training. They were usually medics and jeep drivers.

Still, the Alphas back home didn’t like the the idea of a “sweet Omega like himself” being so close to war. It damaged the reputation of Omegas being “soft” and “comforting”. Many Alphas offered to mate with him, since mated Omegas could not go to war. He gladly turned them down with a blank look and a, “No thanks.”

Even now, with all the shit he gets with the Alphas during training, he would much rather be here, than back home taking care of pups.

Gene watched as the fly continued to crawl up the 2nd Lieutenant’s neck, almost reaching his ear, before the officer raised his hand, and smacked it against his skin. The tiny movement must’ve been what Lieutenant Sobel has been waiting for, because not even seconds later, he came around the corner screaming at them.

“You people are at the position of attention!”

Almost immediately, backs were straight, one arm pinned to their sides, the other one holding the strap of their guns. Gene was not carrying a gun, and neither were the other medics. They went through rifle training in the medical attachment, since, while they weren’t aloud to go to war with a weapon, they were aloud to defend themselves if the need arose.

Gene watched as the Alpha walked down the line of men in quick strides, before finally finding his first prey.

“Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?”

“No, sir.”

“Then explain the creases at the bottom.”

The young Alpha paused.

“No excuse, sir.”

“Volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing, Perconte, but you’ve got a long way to prove you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked.”

The Alpha private could only swallow and get back into the position of attention

Down the line the CO went. Gene stored a few names to memory, like Sergeant Lipton and Private Malarkey (“Malarkey’s slang for ‘bullshit’ isn’t it?”).

“Name?”

“Liebgott, Joseph D., sir.”

The Lieutenant grabbed the Private’s bayonet and held it in his face.

“Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Not with this,” the Alpha CO expressed with a hit to the helmet.

He started walking back up to the front, when he spotted Gene at the end of the line. Like a predator hunting his prey, the Alpha slowly stalked towards him. Gene couldn’t stop his heart pounding as the Lieutenant circled him, before finally stopped behind him. He leaned into Gene’s space, having his nose come close to his jet black hair. Gene could only stare forward and hold his breath as the Alpha sniffed the black locks. One hand came up and ghosted over the back of his neck. Not in a kind way, like a lover would. The Alpha was trying to instill fear into Gene’s mind, showing him who the Head Alpha was.

Gene would not give in, though.

Some of the others gave side glances to the strange display, but no one dared to move a muscle and disturb whatever the CO was trying to prove.

Finally, the Alpha moved back to the front, letting Gene breath again.

The Lieutenant held up the bayonet to the men, “I wouldn’t take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take you to war in your condition,” he threw the bayonet on the ground, “Now thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the Company who had a weekend pass, has lost it.”

Faces stayed neutral, but the air was filled with disappointment. Gene was starting to this the Lieutenant liked the feeling.

The CO took a moment to take in the blank faces before saying, “Change into your PT gear, we’re running Currahee.”

The 2nd Lieutenant in charge of his platoon (Gene recognized him from the other day too) turned around.

“Second platoon, fallout, you have two minutes.”

As if someone took scissors and cut invisible strings on their bodies, the whole Company dropped their stiff positions and were running back to the barracks. Gene was one of the first ones back, and he quickly started to change to avoid as much leering as possible. He couldn’t avoid all of the looks, though, especially from one Private who had the name ‘Cobb’ written on his jacket. When Gene looked up to meet his gaze, he was met with a smirk and eyes moving up and down his body. Gene only curled his nose in a slight show of distaste before finishing to change. He then quickly walked out of the barracks to avoid any and all conversation with the others.

He would save their lives when the time came, but that didn’t mean he had to be flirting with them.

One by one, the Alphas starting to pour out of the barracks. Gene pushed himself into the middle to draw less attention to himself. One Alpha, if he remembered correctly, his name was Liebgott, was in front, leading the Company to the mountain.

In front of him were men from another company, all Alphas. They were wearing their dress uniforms, and looked to be heading towards the mess hall and movies. When the heard noise behind them, they turned around and smirked.

“Ah, Easy Company. Hey, while you’re running, don’t worry. We’ll take your dames to the movies for ya.”

“Yeah good,” Liebgott shouted back, “they need some Omega company.”

One of the Alphas turned around to say something back, before noticing Gene. He smirked, “Doesn’t look like you fellas need any,” he gave a wave in Gene’s direction, “Hey there, sweetcheeks, whatcha doing hanging out with a company like Easy?”

The words caused his friends to notice, and soon they were all flirting with him.

“Come on, darling, how about you come see a film with us?”

“We’ll be real sweet with ya.”

“We’ll treat you right.”

“We know how your type likes it.”

With each word spoken, Gene clenched his jaw in anger and embarrassment. It’s only been his first day with Easy Company, and he was already being singled out.

“You boys better learn some fuckin’ manners before a shove my fuckin’ foot up your asses,” shouted a loud Phillie accent from behind Gene. He took a chance to look to see who it was, and came across an Alpha with a strong jaw. The Alpha caught his eyes and winked. Gene ignored it, and continued to walk.

“What’d you fucking say to us?” one of the men shouted back, but instead of responding, the Alphas in the front just started to run, knocking off their hats as they went. Gene started to run, too, and soon they were at the bottom of Currahee.

Gene was happy to start running up the mountain. It was a lot of work, yes, but usually people were too tired to start a conversation with him. He thought he was off the hook, until he helt a new presence to the right of him. Looking to the side, Gene came face to face with a young Alpha wearing a goofy smile.

“Hiya, sweetcheeks. Whatcha doing running on such a nice day like this one?”

Gene knew it was a joke, but he didn’t have it in himself to laugh, even if it was out of pity. The Alpha, though, did not take that as a sign to go away.

“Name’s Luz, George Luz.” he stuck his hand out to the side for a handshake. Gene took the hand for a second, before immediately dropping it as if it was a hot potato. He continued to run in silence.

Luz frowned at this, “Come on, now. When someone introduces himself, it’s only polite to introduce yourself back.”

Gene gave him a sideways glance. The hopeful smile on the young Alpha’s face caused Gene’s facade to break a little.

“Eugene Roe.”

Luz smiled a stupid, toothy grin, “See, that wasn’t so hard! Hey, I was thinking, once we get our
weekend passes, how about you and I-”

“Private Luz,” came the kind voice of Lieutenant Winters, “get back into formation.”

“Yes, sir.” shouted Luz as he started to run ahead. Before he made it too far, though, he looked back at Gene and mouthed “Later.”

Gene smiled when a huge Alpha with curly blonde hair smacked Luz in the back of the head. He was, nevertheless, fortunate that Lieutenant Winters cut in when he did. No matter how nice the Alpha seemed, Gene was not there to go out with any of them. He was there to serve his country.

It wasn’t too long after they started their run that Lieutenant Sobel started yelling at them.

“What do we run?”

“Currahee!”

“What does Currahee mean?”

“We stand alone!”

“How far up? How far down?”

“Three miles up! Three miles down!”

“And what company is this?”

“Easy Company!”

“And what do we do?”

“We stand alone!”

The whole way up they were shouting chants. Gene shouted with them, but not nearly as loud as some of the men.

The run was long, like it always was, but it wasn’t like it was Gene’s first time running it, so he was able to keep a good pace, and keep up with the other men the entire way.

One man got a cramp halfway through, and Gene was tempted to break formation to help him. He became infuriated at the Lieutenant when he told them not to help him. That was his job. Nonetheless, he kept running, until the road became so narrow, they had to break formation. From then on, it was a race to the top, and then to the bottom. Gene always got a burst of adrenaline whenever he got close to the top. He didn’t know where it came from, but he’s always been glad to have it.

He was one of the first ones to the top, grateful for Lieutenant Winter’s encouraging words. However, when he touched the plaque, he made eye contact with the CO. What he saw was nothing short of loathing.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, Omega, if you want to serve in the paratroopers.”

Gene could only mutter a quick, “Yes, sir,” before heading back down the mountain.

Behind him, he heard, ‘We are coming on 23 minutes! That may be good enough for the rest of the 506, but that is not good enough for Easy Company!”

Gene had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

It seemed like it was going to be a long war with Lieutenant Sobel and the Alphas of Easy Company.

Chapter Text

After the first day, things did change, but not for the better. The training got a lot tougher, and it wasn’t too long before they were running up Currahee in full, combat uniforms instead of PT gear. Gene still did not talk much around the others, and it seemed every day Lieutenant Sobel became harder and harder on him.

One day, the CO made Gene run the mountain a second time all by himself.

He remembered being in full combat gear, like everyone else was. However, instead of carrying guns, he and the other medics, Oats and Pepping, carried a pouch that was slung across their shoulders with a Litter Carrying strap. The only other thing that made them stand out was the Red Cross badge strapped on their left arm. Other than that, they were all pretty much in the same boat as the others.

It was especially humid that day, so much so, that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on them, and it took twice as many breaths to get pure air in their lungs. Sweat poured down their faces like waterfalls, and their jackets only trapped the heat in.

The relief on the men’s faces when they reached the bottom of the mountain could be seen from miles away. It was supposed to be the last thing they had to do, and everyone was looking forward to a shower, dinner, and then sleep. Sobel had been especially cruel that day, and they were the only company still out training.

Gene looked around and saw most of the Alphas hunched over, trying to catch their breaths. He himself was in the same position. He may be from a swamp, but he normally wore short sleeve shirts, not a thick, olive green jacket.

When Lieutenant Winters shouted, “Easy Company, fall in,” an audible groan spread throughout the men.

“Can’t they fucking give us a break?” Gene heard the undeniable voice of Warren ‘Skip’ Muck complain.

“They could,” this time the voice was Donald Malarkey, “but think of it this way. Penkala now has more time to stare at his favorite medic.”

“Shut up, you guys.” Penkala whispered harshly.

“Yeah,” answered Muck, as if he didn’t even hear Penkala, “but I’m sure he’d rather talk to the dame in the mess hall, or, better yet, the showers.” Gene could only imagine the look Muck was giving Penkala, and he rolled his eyes. Alphas really only had one thing on their minds at all times.

“I said, shut your traps, guys!” Penkala’s panicked whisper was quickly followed by what sounded like a punch to an arm. Gene looked back, only to see Malarkey laughing hysterically, while Muck was trying to avoid Penkala’s half-hearted swings.

When Penkala caught Gene staring with a raised eyebrow, his face immediately turned beet red. He quickly tried to right himself, and act like the display never happened, but it was hard when his two friends were not even trying to conceal their laughter. Gene just shook his head, and walked to his position.

The First Lieutenant stood in front of the men wearing his leather jacket, and a scrutinizing glare. No man dared to even look in his direction, for fear that they would draw his attention over to themselves, and get ridiculed on imaginary infractions.

Gene was not particularly worried, since the worst the CO has done to him so far was sniff his hair, grasp his neck in dominance, and call him out while running. The last one wasn’t even that bad, because Lieutenant Sobel called everyone out during training.

Instead of pacing through the rows of men like he usually would, the CO seemed content to just stare at them while nudging two, giant sandbags with this foot. The men stood at attention in silence for five minutes as the strict Alpha scanned his eyes over them, until, finally, they settled on Gene.

“Lieutenant Winters, I want the Omega standing in front of me.”

Gene noticed how the kinder Alpha seemed to pause before addressing him, “Private Roe, stand front and center for the CO.”

Gene carefully made his way to the front of the company, feeling sympathetic gazes as he moved along. While the Alphas may have felt bad for him, he could tell they were just as relieved to not be getting the attention of the Lieutenant.

When Gene made it to the front of Easy, he immediately fell into a nearly perfect position of attention for the Alpha. He still did not dare to look directly at him, but he could feel the powerful gaze of the CO looking down on him.

“Omega,” he was never called anything else by the man, “do you know what this is?”

Gene looked down at the foot nudging the two sandbags.

“Sandbags, sir.”

“That is incorrect, Omega, your weekend pass is revoked. This is a wounded man,” he flipped one of the bags over with his foot. Gene watched as it flopped in the dirt, and dust exploded into the air, “to get to the Aid Station, you must go up and down a mountain,” Gene watched as the Alpha pointed to the top of Currahee. He didn’t need anymore explaining. He already figured out what the man was going to ask of him.

“You have 45 minutes to get this man to the Aid Station, and come back to report to me.

Gene could still feel the intense burning in his lungs and weak legs from the run they just finished five minutes ago. However, he knew that he could not escape a direct order from the CO, and that no one else had the power to either.

“Yes, sir.”

Sobel continued to stare at him, inches away from his face, “If you are not down that mountain and in front of me in 45 minutes, then you will be punished. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Gene swallowed and bent down to grab the sandbags. Each weighed about 75 pounds, so both on one shoulder was like carrying a 150 pound man. When he felt he had them both fairly situated on his shoulder, he took off running to Currahee. Behind him, he heard the Lieutenant giving orders to the rest of Easy.

“To make sure no one finds the need to help the Omega, you will all stand at attention until he returns. If he is late, then you will all lose your weekend passes.”

Gene bit the inside of his cheek in anger. It was already hard enough being the only Omega in Easy, but Sobel made it his job to put a bigger rift between him and the other men. Everyday, Gene could see the bonds being made between the men, encouraging each other and giving them strength. It was a pack forming, and Gene felt completely out of it. He couldn’t place all of the blame on Sobel, either. Gene was pushing them away, not because they were Alphas, but because he was their medic. When the time came, and he couldn’t save them, it would be easier to say goodbye to a soldier, rather than a friend. They made it pretty easy to push them away, though. Most of them treated Gene like he was a delicate flower. The rest treated him like he was some sort of ‘call-omega’, and a few pretty words would let himself be dragged to the back of the barracks for a smooch and a quicky. But that only gave Gene the strength to go on. He would show all of them that despite being an Omega, he was still strong enough to save their lives.

So he pushed himself to the top, reciting his Grand-Mère’s favorite pray over and over in his head. In English and in French. Sometimes, even backwards.

He thought about back home. How his poor, Beta Mama tried to stop him from signing up. How his little Beta brothers, and older Beta sister cried their eyes out when he left. How his older Alpha sister touched foreheads with him, grasped the back of his neck in a loving embrace, and told him to be safe. He remembered visiting his Pa’s grave before he left, asking for protection, and then going to his Grand-Mère’s house for last minute Omega comfort as he poured his heart out on all of his fears of war.

He remembered the Alphas who didn’t believe he could do it, and the Omegas who knew he could.

He had a lot riding riding on becoming a paratrooper to not only give his family more money, but to prove that even an Omega could serve with the best.

He never once stopped to catch his breath, or readjust the sandbags. At times, he felt his body ready to collapse, but he just had to picture the shock on Sobel’s face when he made it, and he was able to keep running. He knew he was making better time than he ever had before, and that he had a pretty good chance of making it down in time.

By the time he cleared the trees that signaled the end of the mountain, Gene was running so low to the ground, he was almost crawling. When he saw the row of men watching him in the distance, he tried his best to straighten up, but each step felt like it would be his last. When he saw Lieutenant Winter’s encouraging look while holding the stopwatch, Gene knew he was close to meeting the goal. So, with the last of his strength, Gene started sprinting towards the company.

When he made it in front of Sobel, he dropped the sandbags, and stood at attention, breathing heavily through his nose. He felt the harsh gaze of the Alpha looking him up and down, as well as the eyes of everyone else.

“Lieutenant Winters, time,” Sobel ordered without even looking away from Gene.

“45 minutes, sir,” Winters responded, and Gene felt like letting out a sigh of relief.

However, the stricter Alpha was not letting up, “The exact time, Lieutenant.”

Lieutenant Winters seemed to pause, almost showing hesitation, which worried Gene.

“45 minutes, 0 seconds, and 359 milliseconds, sir.”

Gene could practically hear the smirk slide across the CO’s face, but it was soon replaced by the Alpha’s usual scowl.

“Omega, you are late reporting back to me. As a result, the entire company has lost their weekend passes.”

Gene felt his heart sink. He could handle getting his own weekend passes taken away, but he didn’t want to be the reason the others had to stay in. He couldn’t even look at their faces, knowing that he’d probably see some form of hate or disdain.

“Furthermore, because it seems you lack the physical capabilities of a paratrooper, it seems I am not pushing you hard enough,” with those words, he turned around to face the rest of the company, “which means I am not pushing any of you hard enough. So, instead of dinner, Easy will move their twelve mile march tonight.”

Gene’s head snapped over to look at the CO. The men were exhausted, and were in no condition for a twelve mile hike in the dark with over 50 pounds weighing them down. He knew he had to try and say something.

“Sir, the others are perfectly fit, sir. It is my own fau-” his sentence was interrupted by a quick strike to the face.

The hit was so hard, it knocked Gene back a few steps. His eyes were wide with shock. He could already feel the bruise start to form, and his eye swell. Blood dripped down his cheek, and Gene could tell he might need stitches.

When he finally looked up, he saw Sobel using a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the ring on his finger. When they made eye contact, Sobel stalked over to him until they were face to face. He brought his hand up to grasp Gene’s neck in a tight choke hold, strong enough to leave a mark. His fingers tightened around his jaw, making Gene make eye contact with him. What he saw was something dark and dangerous.

“You did not ask for permission to speak, Omega,” he punctuated the last word with rough a shake of Gene’s head.

Gene thought he heard soft growls from the men, but he was pretty sure that was just his mind playing tricks on him . That, and he couldn’t really hear anything over the sound of his heart beat.

“You do not interrupt a superior officer, and you especially do not interrupt the Head Alpha.”

The last section of the sentence almost made Gene laugh. Sobel did not have even half of the respect of the men to even be considered the Head Alpha of a pack. If anyone was eligible for the job, it was most likely Lieutenant Winters. The fact that Sobel self-appointed himself almost seemed like a joke. He was sure it would be funny to look back on later, but at the moment, he was more worried about the hand tightening around his neck.

“Yes, sir.” he got out with some strain. Sobel accepted the response, and moved his hand from Gene’s neck, to carefully brush over the cut on his cheek.

“Who is your Head Alpha, Omega?”

Just hearing the question caused a rock to fall in the pit of his stomach. No sane Alpha would ever force a claim such as Head Alpha on an unwanting Omega. But there was Sobel, making Gene admit the power the he had over him. It was a sick feeling that twisted in his gut. But he had to say it.

“You are, sir.” the words barely came out over a whisper. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough the CO as he dug his thumb into the cut.

“I don’t believe you, who is your Head Alpha.”

“You are, sir!” he shouted to stop the pain, and the humiliation. He didn’t want to be, but he was slightly afraid at the moment. Enough for it to seep into his scent. He could tell by the way Sobel breathed in deeply that he noticed it too, and that he liked it.

They held awkward eye contact for a few seconds, but to Gene it felt like hours. Finally, the CO backed away from his personal space, and looked him up and down.

Satisfied with what he saw, the Lieutenant spoke.

“Back to your position, Omega.”

Gene briskly walked back to his spot, feeling the eyes of every man in the company on him. It was humiliating and degrading.

On his way back to his position, he looked up once to only see the face of Penkala. The Alpha looked pissed beyond belief, and Gene couldn’t help but think it was directed towards him.

What he didn’t realize, however, was how the gaze softened when it looked upon the Cajun medic.

When Gene was able to settle into his spot, Sobel looked upon the company.

“Lieutenant Winters,” he spoke with authority after a period of silence, “you will lead the men in their twelve mile march, and make sure no one touches their canteen.”

“Yes, sir.” said the 2nd Lieutenant in a tight voice that showed his frustrations. He then turned around in his position to speak directly to the men of Easy.

“Easy Company, fallout.”

With those words, the men silently made their way towards the trail that started the march.

Even though Sobel was not among them, the men chose to stay silent for most of the march. Gene was grateful for it, since he didn’t think he could bare to talk to anyone at the moment. Once in awhile, Gene would bring a hand up to rub at this throbbing cheek, but besides receiving a few looks from the Alphas around him, no one tried to interact with him.

It didn’t take long before the sun melted under the sky line, and a cloudy, pitch black sky was out to replace it.

Whenever Gene heard a growling stomach, smacking, parched lips, or a groan in pain, new guilt was added onto the weight of the already existing shame sitting on his chest.

He couldn’t even fake a smile when Lieutenant Winter’s made a joke about Lieutenant Sobel hating only Private Randleman, especially when he heard two unknown soldiers talking about him behind him.

“I bet Sobel loves the Omega.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I’m serious. I bet what happened earlier was just some weird way to claim him.”

“You’re out of your goddamn mind, but I guess that’s one way to do it.”

Gene was sure if anyone said anything like that a week ago, he would turn around and give them the coldest glare he could muster. But after everything that happened that night, all Gene wanted to do was forget the entire experience. So he marched on, the only thing keeping him going was the thought of his bed when it was all over.

By the time they made it to the end, Gene could tell they were late by the look the CO was giving them.

“Lieutenant Winters, I want canteens out of belts with the caps unscrewed.”

“Easy Company, canteens out and open.”

“On my command, they will pour the contents onto the ground.”

“On the CO’s orders, you will upend your canteen.”

“Now, Lieutenant.”

“Pour them!”

Gene watched as his precious water was dumped on the ground. It felt like he was draining the last bit of his strength as the dry ground soaked up the liquid.

He heard Private Christensen get chewed out by Sobel for his half empty canteen, but he was so exhausted and loaded with guilt as it was, he couldn’t find the energy to care when he was assigned to repeat the march. He did notice, however, the difference between when an Alpha disobeyed an order, and when he disobeyed an order. He wasn’t surprised in the least bit the difference in treatment, though. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it anyways.

He was more than grateful when they were finally dismissed. No one even headed towards the direction of the showers. They would all rather be in bed at this point.

When Gene walked into the sleeping quarters, everyone was mostly in there changing out of their combat gear. Gene tried making a beeline towards his bed to do the same, when he was stopped by one of the two Beta medics, Oats.

“Hey, Gene, how about I look at that cut for you?”

Gene stared in Oats eyes, and saw the worry. However, he also saw pity, and he wasn’t one to accept pity.

“No thanks,” he responded hollowly, “I can take care of it.”

He pushed past Oats, and came close to his bed, when a taller Alpha stepped out in front of him. He looked up, only to come face to face with Sergeant Lipton.

“I really think you should get that checked out, Private.”

Gene knew he should’ve taken the sentence as an order, but at the moment, he was so sick of Alphas telling him what to do. He was about to slide past the Sergeant, when he felt a strong hand clasp around his shoulder. Another hand slapped itself on his other shoulder, and he found himself being steered back to Oats by none other than Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye themselves.

He was pushed onto a bed opposite of Oats, and because he knew he would just keep getting dragged there if he didn’t get his cheek checked out, he decided to stay still.

Oats made quick work of the cut. He examined it, cleaned it, and then examined it again.

“Well, Gene, it seems it closed up by itself. The good news is, you don’t need stitches, but, uh,” the medic paused and looked away from Gene, “it will definitely scar, Gene.”

Gene only stared back blankly, “I know, that was the point, wasn’t it?”

The words caused a shock look to spread across the other medic’s face, and for grimaces to form on everyone else’s. The Alphas knew what kind of mark that was. It was something that would tie Gene to Sobel forever. It definitely wasn’t as powerful as a mating mark, or even a pack mark. It was just something that was possessive, dirty, and downright cruel to leave on an Omega’s skin.

Gene didn’t really want to think about it, though. All he wanted was to go to bed, and forget the day ever happened. Even if the scar would ensure he wouldn’t for the rest of his life.

So he pat Oat’s thigh in thanks, and silently made his way back to his own bed. No one stopped him that time, either. He quickly changed out of his combat uniform, and had his head on the pillow and eyes closed before Lieutenant Winters even came in to say, “Lights out.”

He was almost sound asleep, barely in the world of conscientious, when he started to hear voices around him.

“I can’t believe Sobel did that.”

“Shh, for all you know he’s outside the barracks listening in!”

“I knew Sobel was crazy, but that was just…”

“Why do we care, anyways?”

“Shut up, you know why we care. It’s been forming since day one.”

“He doesn’t even act like a normal Omega, I wonder how he got in it.”

“It doesn’t matter how the Omega acts, the point is, he’s it!”

“He’s what?”

“Haven’t you been listening? The pack’s Omega!”

“Well now he has Sobel on his tail, what are we supposed to do about that?”

“Just keep an eye on him, I guess.”

Silence, and then,

“I’m sure Penkala would love to keep an eye on him.”

“Shut up!”

Gene felt himself smile before he fell asleep.

In the morning, he would think it was a dream.

Chapter Text

Plop

Dick looked down at his tray to see the standard slop that was served every morning at breakfast. It was gray, bland, and looked like cub puke served on dry toast. However, he wasn’t one to be choosy, and he’s gotten used to eating it anyways. He was just thankful they served coffee to wash it down with.

Others seemed to feel the same way, since he didn’t hear any complaints coming from the men in the mess hall that day. It was finally the weekend, and everyone was just happy to do some light work, and leave the camp if they were aloud.

It wasn’t like that was an option for Easy Company, but Dick was just glad to have a break from Sobel. He also got the chance to finally catch up on recent events with Nixon.

“After ordering Christenson to perform the march again, he asked me to find six men with infractions, and have their disciplinary recommendations on his desk by 0130, not even caring if infractions didn’t even exist.”

“So, what did you do?” Nixon asked while taking the first available table he could find.

Dick, who was not far behind, took the seat opposite of him.

“Picked six men and gave them latrine duty.”

“The lucky six?”

“McDonald, Toye, Perconte, Lipton, Muck, and Guarnere.”

“Why them?”

“It was their turn.” Dick said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Nixon gave a little laugh at the absurdness of it all, but Dick could tell that he wasn’t shocked by the strange order.

“Sobel’s a genius,” he spoke with a shake of his head, “I had a headmaster just like him in prep school; I know the type.”

“Lewis, Michelangelo’s a genius, Beethoven’s a genius,” Sobel was not a genius. He was an Alpha with a horrible superiority complex, and a terrible sense of direction to match. Not to mention his ego, lies, and abusive habits.

Nixon, however, already took all of that into consideration.

“You know a man, Alpha or not, in this company who wouldn’t double-time Currahee with a full-pack, just to piss in that guy’s morning coffee?”

Dick paused in eating just to think about the question. Instead of answering it, he just stared at Nixon, and stirred the dish on his plate. Nixon took that as a win, and went back to his own meal with a victorious look in his eyes.

“Speaking of ‘not Alphas’,” Nixon started after taking a bite of his meal, “how’s our Omega doing?”

“I don’t know, do you mean physically or emotionally?” Dick already knew that he was asking about the night that Sobel marked the soft-spoken Cajun, there was no need to clarify that part.

Nixon shrugged, “Both I suppose.”

“Well,” he really didn’t know where to begin, “Oats checked him out again yesterday morning. His cut is closing up, but there will definitely be a two inch scar right underneath his cheekbone,” he indicated the spot with his finger on his own face.

“He then checked his neck. Apparently, that night it was too dark to see, but yesterday morning there was clearly finger shaped bruises wrapped around his neck, dark ones too,” he paused to take a sip of his coffee, “Sobel likes to stare at them,” he added while staring off into space. He could still vividly see the irritated marks on the young Omega’s neck. They were disgusting to look at, and not just for the color of them. Dick could also feel the pack forming, and he knew that the small Omega was starting to mean so much more to them then just their medic. He was becoming their pack Omega, and someone outside of the pack hurt what was theirs.

“Oats wanted to check for any swelling,” he spoke again with a stronger voice, “but Roe quickly pushed him aside, and made it out of the building before any Alpha could stop him.”

Nixon laughed, “He’s a feisty one, isn’t he?”

“You could say that,” he replied with a fond smile, “During training yesterday, he seemed the most fired up out of all of them. Even came close to getting first on some of the courses,” he left out the part where he would have gotten first, if he didn’t stop so many times to help the others.

“Yeah? He talking more?”

Dick shook his head, “Just ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir’.”

Nixon raised his brow, “Is he too afraid of Sobel to speak out again?”

“Not that I could smell. The day Sobel hit him, it was definitely in the air, but yesterday there was nothing, not even when Sobel got in his face.”

“Yep,” Nixon laughed again, “definitely a feisty one; I can tell. We’re going to have to keep an eye on him when we jump.”

“Not necessary. With the way things are going, he’s going to have at least five Alphas watching his back at all times.”

“Great, we should make up a schedule.” Nixon remarked sarcastically before returning to his meal.

Dick gave a half-smile, took a sip of his coffee, and looked out the window.

‘A schedule actually wouldn’t be a bad idea.’ he thought, but then pondered it for a moment, and figured that if Gene knew there was a rotation to keep an eye on him, he would replace their airsickness pills with laxatives.

Dick smirked, ‘He really is a feisty one.’


 

Dick could feel his muscles straining as he brought his knees to his chest while trying to jump through the ropes. He almost stumbled a few times, but it was better than what he’s ever done before. Especially with being in full-pack. He looked in front of him, only to see the one and only Omega leaping through the ropes like a gazelle.

‘Typical’ he thought with a smile, and started to pump his legs faster to lead the group.

He dove into the wooden box that acted as a tunnel, gracefully army crawled through it, and successfully made it out on the other side. He witnessed Roe’s midnight black hair disappear behind the wall just as he was approaching it. Instead of following in his footsteps, he knew he had to slow down, and encourage some of the men lagging behind.

“Come on, men, over as a team! Get to the wall, get to the wall! You can do it!”

One Alpha, Private Holton, was stumbling in the back like a newborn calf. Despite already going through the course for weeks, moving from PT gear, to ODs, to, finally, full-packs, the young man was just born with low stamina. Dick doubted he was even in his twenties. He was a string bean, and instead of developing muscle through the whole ordeal of training, he was mostly just losing even more weight from the stress of it all. However, he was resilient, and that is what Dick liked best in the man.

The lanky Alpha was persistent to not be last, and tried his best to at least be somewhere in the middle. When he got to the wall, he jumped for the top, and just missed it.

“Come on, Holton, you can do it! Work as a team!” screamed Dick.

The private backed up a few steps to regain his momentum. That time, when he went for the jump, he was able to grab the top. However, right as he was about to throw himself down to the other side, his left foot got caught between two stacks of wood.

Dick watched the event as if it was happening in slow motion. The young Alpha tried to twist himself mid fall to free his foot, but that only caused a sickening crack to spread through the air, followed by a hollow thump, and a cry.

“Everybody stop!” Dick cried as he ran over to the other side of the wall. What he saw made his feet stop cold.

The kid’s eyes were blown wide, like he couldn’t take the orbs off of the sickening sight. His hands were outstretched, close to his left leg, but not quite touching it. His left foot was completely twisted, facing outwards, while, in the middle of his shin, there were two shards of bone peaking out through the skin. A crowd began to form around the injured Alpha, but no one got close enough to help.

At first, silenced encompassed them. Not even the victim made a single sound. They all just couldn’t take their eyes off of the horrifying spectacle. Finally, as if a switch was flipped, the private started making little gasping noises, that soon turned into full out screams.

“Jesus! Look at my leg! Look at my fucking leg! Why can’t I feel it?!”

Despite the cries of anguish, nobody moved from their spot. Not even Dick could make his body take a step towards the crying Alpha.

“What should I do? Fuck, is that my bone?! Where’s a fucking medic! MEDIC!”

The call rang across the field, and not even a few seconds later, footsteps followed. They were distant at first, but quick, so in no time the subject of the call was skidding to a stop besides the wounded man. It was none other than Eugene Roe.

The Omega quickly kneeled down next to the injured Alpha, taking off his helmet while doing so. His clothes were covered in pig’s blood and guts, but miraculously, his face and hands were clean, as if he cleaned himself off while running to the scene.

The medic got to work immediately, accessing the damage with careful eyes. When he brought his hands to the leg, the Alpha started to thrash in pain and scream.

“God, that fucking hurts! They’re going to have to cut it off, I just know it! There’s no way to fix it!”

The private seemed to go into a state similar to hysteria. Dick could tell that he wasn’t able to handle the pain, or the sight of his leg in any calm manner. There was no way to blame him either, but it also made Dick wonder how he would have reacted once faced with the horrors of war.

The medic on the ground, however, was instead thinking of how to calm the Alpha to prevent further injury.

He first started by pinning of private’s shoulder’s to the ground.

“Holton,” Dick heard him say, “you have to calm down! I can’t help ya if you don’t calm down!”

But the words were not working, and Holton continued to squirm in the medic’s grasp.

As if going on instinct, the Omega moved his hands from the Alpha’s shoulders, to cup his face and for his gaze to meet the other’s.

“You have to calm down, Holton. For me, ok?”

The words were softly spoken, soothing the screams to whimpers.

“It hurts, Doc.”

“I know. But it ain’t that bad. You’ll be just fine, Holton, ya hear me?”

The young Alpha nodded, causing Gene to give him a genuine smile. The sight was beautiful, and it caused everyone to inch closer to catch a quick glimpse of it before it was gone.

“I need ta take a look at it, ok?”

Holton nodded again, visibly shaking as Gene moved away from his face, and towards his leg. Before he started his assessment, he made direct eye contact with Dick.

“Sir, I need a stretcher on it’s way, now.”

The authority in his voice was something Dick never heard come out of an Omega before, but it was powerful, and it caused Dick to snap into action.

“Perconte, Tipper, go to the Aid Station and get a stretcher.”

“Yes, sir.” followed, and then they were off.

Gene was already onto the next step by the time they were gone. He was searching through his bag that all medics carried, and in no time revealed a packet of sulfa and a bandage.

He gently grabbed the leg with one hand, and, after ripping the packet open with his teeth, began to sprinkle the white powder on the open wound. The Alpha squirmed as the disinfectant hit his leg, and little moans escaped through his lips as the burning sensation started.

“You’re doin’ fine, Holton, doin’ fine.” Gene continued to repeat the phrase in a low voice, his accent thick and smooth.

He brought the bandage up to the wound, looking back at Holton with sorry eyes.

“I have ta put this bandage on, Holton. It’s gonna hurt, I ain’t gonna lie to you.”

The private nervously looked down at his leg, before making eye contact with the Omega.

“Can I have morphine or something first?”

Gene shook his head, “I’m sorry, I don’t got any yet. We get that later, closer to the end of training. But we've got ta to do this to prevent infection. You'll be fine, Holton.”

He must have seen acceptance in the lanky man’s eyes, because without any hesitation, the Omega wrapped the bandage around the leg, and quickly pulled tight.

The pressure caused Holton to throw his head back and scream. Gene was immediately back to the Alpha’s head, running his fingers through his hair, and whispering something that sounded like it was in French. It was calming, nonetheless. Dick could even tell that everyone around the Omega was lulled by the words.

In no time, Perconte and Tipper were running back with two medics, and a stretcher in tow.

The two Beta medics kneeled down next to the Omega medic, and started doing their own assessment.

“What’s the wound?”

“Broken left ankle, and open fractured tibia.”

“Medical care administered?”

“I put sulfa and a bandage on the open fracture, but I didn’t want ta set his ankle until we got back ta the Aid Station and given him morphine.” 

The senior medic nodded in understanding, “Good work, private. I’ll grab the shoulders, Jones, you grab the right leg, and you stabilize the left leg, private.”

The three medics got into their positions, and on the count of three, they picked up the wounded Alpha, and placed him on the stretcher. The Alpha let out a grunt, followed by a low moan. It was enough to get the soft-spoken Cajun to begin comforting him again.

“It’s ok, Holton, ya gonna be ok.”

The Omega repeated the phrase to the Alpha, until the group was out of sight with their wounded comrade.

Dick stared after them in amazement, and so did the others.

“Did you see that? One touch and he was just-”

“So calm. It’s like it was-"

“Magic I tell you. Our Doc’s got magic hands.”

“No shit? Our Doc’s magical?”

“They have faith healers down in Louisiana. I bet Doc’s one of them.”

"Didn't even need any morphine."

“I’ve never seen anything like that. We sure got one hell of a Doc, huh?”

The whispers spread throughout the company, that soon turned into full blown conversation about their ‘amazing medic’.

Dick smiled at the praise the Omega was getting, but he was in charge at the moment while Sobel was in a meeting, and he knew he had to get the company back on track with PT.

“Easy Company, move back to the beginning of the obstacle! We’re running it again!”

Groans followed the order, but everyone moved to the beginning of the course regardless.

Dick started to move too, but as he was walking, he looked out to where the Aid Station was, where he knew Doc Roe would be, and smirked. The Omega probably didn’t even realize that he was given the highest honor a combat medic could be given by his company. To be called ‘Doc’.

The situation, while unfortunate for Private Holton, gave Eugene a chance to prove his skills to the rest of the men, and gain respect from them. It could only go up from there for him.


 

Dick, Lewis, and the rest of Easy’s officers were standing in Easy’s barracks, once again getting chewed out by Sobel for no reason, watching as the CO started throwing things out of lockers and flipping mattresses over.

Dick had no idea why he started the random rampage, but he did notice the Captain pin on his uniform’s collar. He cringed internally at the thought of Sobel given more responsibilities. Especially when he felt his first duty as Captain should be to raid the barracks. However, Dick had to admit, seeing the stone cold Alpha holding a magazine with an Omega wearing a skimpy outfit on the front of it was amusing.

“Pornography, contraband.”

He picked up a tie, “Non-regulation clothing, contraband.”

He reached for a box, “This man had 200 prophylactic kits in his footlocker. How in the name of God would he have the strength to fight the war?!” and threw it across the room.

“How is it Private Tipper has spare time for so much correspondence?”

The last one was such a stretch, Dick couldn’t even stand silently anymore.

“Captain, are personal letters to be considered contraband?”

Sobel put his nose to one of the letters, and inhaled deeply, picking up the sweet Omega smell left behind. Dick could tell, because the strict Alpha’s pupils were blown wide after sniffing it.

“These men aren’t paratroopers yet, Lieutenant; they have no personal property.”

The letters were flung carelessly as Sobel quickly made his way to the company’s Omega’s locker.

“If it is to my understanding, Omega’s get their suppressants in the morning with breakfast, correct?”

Dick had to bite his tongue as Nixon responded, “Correct, sir.”

“Then why is it my Omega has his own box of suppressants?” the CO asked while holding up Gene’s medication.

Dick was disgusted that Sobel would even consider the quiet Omega’s medication as contraband. He was also infuriated at the other Alpha’s use of the word ‘my’. Sobel was not in the pack, so he had no claim whatsoever on Gene. The fact that he would even imply it made Dick almost growl in warning. Nixon was already one step ahead of him.

“Your Omega, sir?”

The question was asked with no sarcasm, annoyance, or hostility. However, it did catch Sobel off guard, making him stare wide eyed at the other Alpha. Nixon held the stare, letting the anger with the word choice show through his gaze. But Sobel was not about to back down, either.

“Yes, Lieutenant, you heard correctly. Is there a problem?”

Dick wanted to shout that yes, there was a huge problem, and that problem was Sobel, but both he and Lewis knew that at their rank, standing up for the Omega would only make Gene’s life harder. So they held back.

“No, sir.”

“Then someone explain this situation to me.” the Captain emphasized his point by shaking the box of pills.

“Sir, Private Roe was given the suppressants by the Chief Physician, after he expressed his concerns on an Omega being surrounded by Alphas 24/7. It would apparently wear him out without taking the medication three times a day, sir.” Dick explained.

Sobel seemed shocked at the information, but the other Alpha wasn’t one to simply give up on his rants. Especially when it looked like he could be wrong. So he simply handed the medication the a First Sergeant standing beside him and said, “Get rid of those.”

Dick couldn’t stand by and watch it happen, “Is Private Roe not aloud to have his medication, sir?”

Sobel turned his gaze to Dick, “No Omega in my company will be given any special treatment that could weaken him. He will have to learn to deal with being surrounded by his superiors. Is that clear, Lieutenant Winters?”

Dick knew it was a far-fetched reason, just something to make the CO look good if questioned. Although, Dick had a small inkling in the back of his head that suggested that the abusive Alpha had other reasons to take away an Omega’s suppressants. He prayed to God that he was wrong on his thoughts, and simply replied, “Yes, sir.” since there was nothing more he could do.

Sobel nodded, and continued his ransacking, only to find a can of peaches in Private Park’s footlocker.

After labeling the peaches as stolen United States Army property, ordering to get rid of the Private, and revoking Easy’s passes once again, “Officers included,” they were finally dismissed.

Dick barely took three steps, before he was called back by his superior.

“Lieutenant Winters.”

Despite the call being for Dick, Nixon stopped as well. It gave Dick just the amount of time he needed to whisper to Nixon, “Tell Gene to get new suppressants before lights out,” and nudge him towards the door. Taking one moment to make sure Nixon actually walked out, Dick made his way to the Captain.

Sobel simply turned around, and walked out of the back door, Dick right behind him. Once outside, both Alphas put on their side caps.

“Colonel Sink has seen fit to promote you,” started the shorter Alpha. He then stopped abruptly to turn around and face Dick. He took out a pin, something Dick immediately recognized as the one to label someone as a First Lieutenant, and began to put it on Dick’s collar.

“As First Lieutenant, you’ll serve as my executive officer,” once he finished putting on the silver bar, he stood straight to stare Dick in the eyes, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And as a test of your organizational skills and command potential, I am designating you mess officer for 14 days. Report to the mess kitchen at 0515 hours with the rest of the Omega cooks. Company breakfast to be served at 0600.”

Dick knew the new task was meant to be an insult, especially since he was assigned to, in Sobel’s mind, an ‘Omega’s job’. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care, having more respect for Omegas than ever before after working beside Eugene Roe.

So he simply said, “Yes, sir.”

Not seeing an resistance in Dick’s eyes, Sobel continued to walk, carrying on his conversation.

“Oh, and, Dick, there’s rain forecast tomorrow, so the company will have a light afternoon of lecture and classroom instruction.”

Sobel stopped in the middle of the walkway, turning towards Dick.

“I think a special meal before their afternoon off would be a welcome change of pace. Would you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

A short pause, and then,

“I like spaghetti.”


 

Dick didn’t mind the task given to him. The Omegas listened to him, worked fast, and never complained. They were actually easier to be in charge of than a whole company of unruly Alphas.

Lunch was the busiest time. With a change in the routine menu, and the promise of a light afternoon, the men of Easy came scrambling in in groups of five or more. The food, Dick had to admit, was not even that appealing, but anything was better than the usual sludge served to them.

“Hold on, more coming,” one Omega stated as he carried the pot back to stove, “These guys are packing it away.”

Dick looked out at his pack enjoying the meal, or as much as they could.

“This stuff is orange. Spaghetti ain’t supposed to be orange.” remarked one soldier.

“This isn’t spaghetti,” responded Perconte, “this is Army noodles with ketchup.”

“You ain’t gotta eat it.” Guarnere insisted as he sat down next to him.

“Oh, come one, Gonorrhea, as a fellow Italian you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin.”

“You don’t want it? I’ll have it.” Hoobler butt in while reaching for Perconte’s plate.

“I’m eating here!”

“Hey! Get outta here!” Guarnere tried to elbow Hoobler out of their space.

“Ha, that’s ok, I don’t need your crappy food,” Hoobler said while returning to his seat. He then looked up to the quiet medic sitting across from him, “Especially when I have a sweet Omega here who I bet is amazing in the kitchen.”

Said Omega looked up from his food with a little smile on his face, accepting the wink directed his way with a roll of his eyes. After living with the company of Alphas for almost half a year, he was used to all forms of flirting directed his way. Dick was actually surprised how well the Cajun took it all, especially since some comments could be crude. Other comments were just slightly demeaning, like Hoobler’s, but the could natured Omega always took it with some humor.

After serving the last member in the company, Dick had the Omegas start to clean up. He found Sobel’s choice to forego PT and serve a semi-nice meal surprising. He knew there would be a catch when he was given the order. The catch came about 10 minutes later, when everyone was about done eating.

“Orders changed! Get up!”

The sudden appearance of Sobel caused every man to drop their forks and stand at attention.

“Lectures are cancelled; Easy Company is running up Currahee! Move! Move!”

No complaints were heard, just head drops, and disbelieving looks passed between friends as everyone quickly scurried out of the mess hall.

“Three miles up, three miles down! Hi-yo, Silver! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Dick smiled when Sobel looked his way, not at all surprised in the change in plans. He then turned around, ready to make his way back to the barracks, and join the others on their run.

To sum up the rest of the day, there was a lot of puking, a lot of cramping, but no quitting.

Easy’s spirit stayed strong.


 

Benning was, if possible, even more miserable than Toccoa, especially its infamous Frying Pan area, where the jump training went on.

“So do we feel like we’re ready to be Army paratroopers?”

“Yes, Sergeant!”

“I hope so,” continued the jump teacher, “This will be the first of five exits from a C-47 aircraft scheduled for today. Upon successful completion of your fifth and final jump, you’ll be certified Army paratroopers.”

Dick could tell the last sentence had everyone’s complete attention. Not that anybody wasn’t hanging off of every word the man was saying already. This was their first time jumping out of a plane, and their chance of finally becoming what they all came to do. After enduring everything that Sobel threw at them, and enduring Sobel himself, no one was going to back down now. Or, at least, Dick hoped not.

“There’ll be a lot of men jumping from the sky today, hopefully under deployed canopies. You will be jumping from 1000 feet AGL, in sticks of 12 jumpers per aircraft. All you have to do is remember what you were taught, and I guarantee you, gravity will do the rest.”

He paused to let his words sink in before continuing.

“And gentlemen, rest assured, any refusals in the aircraft or at the door, and I guarantee you will be out of the Airborne.”

The jump teacher took a moment to scan the faces in the crowd, making sure each and every one of them was taking the experience as seriously as it should be taken.

He must have been satisfied with what he saw, because the next words he spoke were, “Ok, get into your jump groups,” signifying the end of the debriefing.

Out of habit, Dick look around for the company’s Omega. He knew already that he would not be in his group, since he was jumping with mostly officers, but he at least wanted to make sure he was grouped with trusting Alphas. Some Alphas, like Cobb for example, made him nervous when around the Omega. Not that Cobb wasn’t a good man, he just had prejudices about Omegas, and no filter to keep them to himself. This made Gene more uncomfortable around him than any other Alpha in the company (excluding Sobel). And this was not a time to feel any kind of nerves.

He calmed down when he saw him by Johnny Martin, Bull Randleman, and Joseph Liebgott. While Liebgott was not known to interact with the Omega a lot, he still kept an eye out for him in his own way, which Dick appreciated. There were a number of times during the march to Fort Benning that Dick caught Liebgott pulling an Alpha from a different company aside before they even got near their medic. So he knew the French speaker was safe when around him.

Gene was currently making small talk with David Webster, who was also in their jump group. However, it was more of Gene smiling and nodding politely as Webster went on and on about who knows what. Dick guessed it had something to do with the fish in Bayou Chene, Louisiana, or even about the special French dialect the Cajuns have there. Whatever the discussion, it was a good distraction for them. However, it seemed the men didn’t need a distraction, since they were all so psyched up about the jump.

The first jump was nerve racking. Two men from Easy froze, one being Joe Ramirez. Although, after everyone jumped out of the plane, Ramirez asked the jumpmaster to try again. The plane circled around for him, and he was able to jump the second time. Everyone agreed he had more guts than the people who jumped the first time. Most people who froze the first time could not bring themselves to do it after that, even with countless of second chances offered to them.

The second jump was much easier, and most men found out they loved the thrill of jumping. To the astonishment of the jumpmaster, the planes were cleared in six seconds.

The last three jumps happened quickly, with little to no difficulty. Sobel seemed to hesitate each jump, making more than just Dick hope he would chicken out and get kicked out of the Airborne, but every time the Captain managed to suck it up and jump.

Overall, 94 percent of the men in the 506th qualified to be paratroopers, which didn’t shock Dick at all. When the men got their certificates saying that they were, “entitled to be rated from this date as a qualified Parachutist,” and, the proudest moment, had their silver wings pinned on their uniforms, it seemed like the six months they endured with Captain Sobel were finally worth it.

What made it even more special was that their favorite Omega made it through with them.

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Gene winced as he shifted his knee onto a rock, and held back a French swear.

While he was one to enjoy nature, unlike some of these city boys, he would much rather be near swamps and gators than endless rows of pine trees.

Not that he could see much of them. He was told in training that medics had to stay towards the back of the men, to make them less of a target. Not that the red cross on their arms, bags, and, sometimes, helmets were targets enough.

Omega medics were segregated even more by placing a white, omega symbol on their helmets, and black ones on their arms, both about the size of a dollar coin. According to the Geneva Accords, medics were non-combatants, and could not be shot at. Many nations argued that male Omegas were ‘precious’ to their culture, and if put in anyone's army, their should be an even more noticeable mark to let the enemy know they were especially off limits.

Gene heard rumors that it just made them bigger targets, especially in the Pacific. It was a whole other story if you were captured. That’s why after they jumped, he was going to ditch the helmet the first chance he got for another one.

He shifted again, trying to relieve the ache in his legs from the uncomfortable position. He was getting pretty bored just staring at the backs of the same men, but the last, and only time he tried to peek over their heads, Toye reached over and pushed his head lower, while harshly whispering, “Keep your Goddamn head down, Omega.”

He had to bite his tongue from saying anything, knowing that Toye was right, but the way he said it made him simmer. It didn’t help that since that moment, men have turned around once in awhile to make sure he was still seated where he was assigned to be.

Gene wanted to shout that they had enough to worry about than where he was supposed to be positioned, especially since he could practically smell the nerves bouncing off the men. They may not have been in combat yet, but it sure as hell felt real enough. Having Sobel as their Commanding Officer was not helping either.

“Petty! Map! Come on!”

“Jesus Christ, again?” he heard Guarnere to his left as Petty ran up to the Captain, suppressing his own annoyance along the way.

Sobel furiously ripped the map out of the Private’s hand, and laid it against the base of a tree, pretending to understand something everyone knew he couldn’t.

“We’re in the wrong position.” Gene could hear him mumble as Lieutenant Winters came sliding in next to him.

“We’re in the wrong position.” he repeated to Winters, panic trickling in his voice.

“We’re textbook position for ambush, sir,” Winters tried to reassure the jumpy Alpha, “I think we should sit tight, let the enemy come into our killing zone.”

“There right out there somewhere,” Sobel spoke in earnest, “Let’s just get ‘em!”

Gene scrunched his nose up in disgust. Looking around, he could see the other men exchanging distasteful  glances at their CO’s childish behavior. Gene could honestly admit he’s never been more turned off from an Alpha in his entire life. The words made him think of a pup playing soldier rather than the Captain of the finest company in the 101st Airborne.

“Sir, we have perfect cover here.”

“Lieutenant, deploy your troops.”

Winters looked back at Sobel for one moment, before doing what was asked of him from his superior officer.

“Second platoon, move out!”

The men looked at each other in confusion, some exchanging whispers among themselves.

“Tactical column.”

That got the everyone scurrying out of the makeshift trench, getting into a new position. Gene glanced at the mortar squad as the quickly packed up their equipment, and followed suite.

They tried to move quietly, but at the quick pace Sobel was moving at, it was almost impossible to not rustle the leaves and break twigs littering the ground.

They did not make it far, before the ‘enemy’ was popping out of the bushes in a perfect display of patience, something their CO seemed to lack.

Gene looked over at said Alpha, only to witness a pathetic, wide eyed stare fall upon his face. The confusion in his eyes was not something a pack Alpha should have. He saw the other Alphas of the pack look down in irritation. Sobel wasn’t even the pack Alpha that they deserved.

“Captain, you’ve just been killed, along with 95% of you company. Your outfit?”

Still in a shocked daze, Sobel answered the question, “Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506.”

“Leave three wounded men on the ground and report back to the assembly area.”

No one could hide their exasperated faces, not even more of the calm Alphas, like Sergeant Lipton.

Gene himself was also having a hard time controlling his anger. It was mistakes like this that would evidently get the entire pack killed, and put more blood on Gene’s hands than was necessary. Just the thought of seeing the pack bleeding out and dying caused anxiety to fill Gene’s stomach like rocks.

Suddenly, he felt a twinge on his neck that made him flinch, as if the thought caused the slight pain. He tried to discreetly rub at the tenderness that began to form in the spot where his neck met his right shoulder, thinking it must have been a bug bite. When his hand got to the spot, he froze. The bump he felt was way too big to be a bug bite, and it was buried deep under his skin. It almost felt like his mating gland, but a little different-

His eyes widened in realization.

Oh no.

The half Cajun was so transfixed on the forming, hidden lump, he didn’t even realize that Sobel picked their three ‘wounded’ men, and was ready to take the walk of shame back to camp, before catching sight of their only Omega rubbing at a spot that could only mean one thing,

A pack gland was forming.

Sobel smirked and leered at the Omega. A pack gland only formed when the members of a beginning pack felt the same amount of protectiveness in one particular Omega, and that Omega has proven himself/herself capable of taking care of them. Once the gland has fully developed, the Head Alpha, who is chosen by the pack members based on strength and leadership, would have to claim their Omega as pack property.

And claim him he would

Gene, on the other hand, had no idea how he was chosen to be the pack’s Omega. Since day one, he swore not to get too close to the men, since he couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone that he cared about again. It was too painful.

But a pack bond would make things so much worse. Once the Head Alpha was found, and he claimed him, then the pack would be fully formed, and everyone would be so much closer in a way that couldn’t even be described. On one hand, it would make trusting each other during combat easier, but for Gene, whose job was to patch up these men as best as he could before they bled out in his arms, the bond could only hinder him.

Right?

All of a sudden he felt the eyes of everyone in his platoon fall onto him. He looked up, only to realize that they were all staring at the same exact spot that his hand was covering. He whipped his hand down, trying to make it look there wasn’t the only thing to completely solidify a pack forming on his neck. He was failing miserably.

Once the CO dismissed them, Gene kept his head down, trying to blend in with the others from their company. He could hear the whispers surround him, though, as friends started telling each other what they just witnessed. Some tried to crane their necks to get a look at his neck, sure to be red by then from Gene touching it.

He suddenly felt a body slide up next to his. He looked up to come face to face with none other than Lieutenant Winters himself.

“Private,” said the red-headed Alpha nonchalantly, as if they talked to each other everyday.

“Sir,” he responded with the same relaxed manner, ignoring how the gland seemed to twitch at the sound of the Alpha’s voice.

They walked forward in silence. The French speaking Omega tried to ignore how the others started forming a wall around them, giving them space to talk privately, while also cutting them off from on wanted attention, like Sobel’s. However, he couldn’t help but glare at the first Alpha he saw for the obvious and unwanted gesture. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Luz, someone who found his ‘annoyed face’ to be ‘cute’, and winked back at him.

“It was bound to happen eventually,” the Lieutenant spoke suddenly, causing Gene to refocus his attention back to him.

“What, sir?” he tried to play dumb. He really didn’t want to have that specific conversation at the time.

The other man only raised an eyebrow in his direction, “You really think that’s smart? Denying it like that?”

“I don’ know what you’re talkin’ about, sir.” he tried again.

The Alpha shook his head, “These men need you, Doc. You have to accept it, so they can do their job.”

That made something inside him snap.

“An what about my job?”

He was too ticked off to care about formalities.

“Your job?”

“I’ll be seeing more death than anyone in the company, if I become what these men want me to become, how am I supposed to do my goddamn job?”

At that point, they were back to camp, and Winters was able to lead them to a more secluded spot behind a building. Gene was grateful for it, since he was having a hard time keeping his normal mellow tone.

“Gene,” the Alpha started, “explain to me what a medic does.”

He was filled with confusion, “They try to deliver first aid to the wounded during combat.”

Winters nodded, “And what else?”

“They keep the company healthy while they’re on the move, making sure they have everything they need.”

“And if the men just can’t handle it, if you’ve tried everything you could, and there’s no possible way to save someone, what do you do?”

Gene thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think about what exactly his superior officer was getting at, before finally settling on, “Comfort them as best as I can.”

The tall Alpha nodded in confirmation, “What you described is everything these men need in their pack Omega, it’s no wonder they picked you.”

Winters could see how the medic was at a loss of words, just staring into his eyes, trying to figure everything out in his head right then and there.

The Lieutenant chuckled and placed his hand on Gene’s right shoulder, thumb ghosting over where the gland was forming, and Gene didn’t flinch away.

“When these men are down, before they call out for God, or their mothers, they call for you. Who better to arrive than they’re pack Omega to calm them down, and provide them comfort for maybe the last moments they might be able to receive it. The bond won’t hinder you Gene, it just might make you a better medic.”

After those words, Winters squeezed his shoulder, and moved his thumb along the spot where the gland was sure to be, causing it to ache a little. When he let go, Gene couldn’t resist the urge to cover the spot with this hand, trying to keep the comforting warmth present.

As the Alpha began to walk away, the half Cajun couldn’t help but yell out to him.

“It’ll be you, ya know.”

Winters turned around and raised his eyebrow, shock and amusement filling his eyes.

Gene shrugged, “Just call it an Omega’s intuition.”

Winters smiled, “I’ll be waiting then.”

Gene followed his form as he walked back to his barracks, probably to meet up with Lieutenant Nixon.

He knew he had to mull over what was spoken to him a little more, before fully coming to terms with what was to be expected of him.

“Hey, Eugene!”

He turned around to see Pepping walking towards him.

“We have medic training this afternoon, remember?” he asked after getting closer to the Omega, “Ya know, you would’ve gotten into a lot of trouble if it wasn’t for me hunting down your scrawny ass. What do I look like, a runner?”

Gene laughed lightly, and gently bumped shoulders with his fellow medic, “Stop your complainin’ and get your own ass movin’ before we’re both late, Pepping.”

“Yeah Yeah.”

As they were walking towards the medical tent, Gene looked out in the distance to see the rest of Easy moving towards the rifle range. He witnessed how Luz made the people around him laugh, how Skip, Malarkey, and Penkala stayed close to one another (and seemed to be making fun of Penkala for something), and how Guarnere seemed to give the younger guys life lessons they didn’t even ask for. His heart seemed to swell at the smiles on everyone’s faces, and he decided right then and there that he would at least try to be what the men have entrusted him with.

For them.

 


 

A few days after Gene had his talk with Winters, Easy obtained a new man to their company, who fit in so well, he was basically pack after the first week. His name was Lieutenant Harry Welsh, a tough Irishman from the 82nd, and a fast friend to their Lieutenant Winters. That automatically made him trustworthy.

When Gene first met him, the first question he was asked was,

“How is an Omega holding up in this company?”

The question was honest curiosity, no sarcasm detected, so he answered just as honestly, “As well as can be expected surrounded by these Alphas 24/7, sir.”

What he got in return was a lovesick smile, and a rant about how his sweetheart, ‘Kitty’, at home would say the same thing, but also show these Alpha’s who’s really in charge.

He spent the rest of the afternoon listening to so many stories about his Omega, he felt like he already knew her personally. He was able to escape the stories after lunch for medic training, and good thing too, because he had the feeling Lieutenant Welsh only had so many stories about Kitty to last the war.

He was told in that same week that Lieutenant Nixon was promoted, and moved up to battalion staff. He could say he would miss the Lieutenant, but seeing as he was always still around Lieutenant Winters, and the winks and little waves didn’t stop, he would be lying.

Camp Mackall was filled with many new types of training. How fit they actually were was determined by a physical fitness test administered by the Department of the Army. The first time they ran it, the battalion scored a 97%, the highest score ever recorded for the Army. Since that was the case, a Colonel from Washington ordered them to run it again. So they did, but Strayer also had the Omega cooks, jeep drivers, postal workers, and clerks run it with them.

They scored a 98%.

One of Gene’s favorite memories at the camp was a particular field exercise, specifically made to train the medics. It was just like their other field exercises, except a number of men were designated as simulated casualties, so the medics could practice bandaging would, make casts and splints, and evacuating the men efficiently. Just Gene’s luck, Sobel was picked as a simulated casualty.

Since he knew Sobel had it out for him, and he personally didn’t want to help him in any way, Gene made sure to stay on the other side of the field, where men from third platoon were laying around. While bandaging a ‘wounded’, Talbert (who apparently actually did have a splinter, and needed him to ‘kiss’ it to make it better….which he did not), he heard that some medics put Sobel under a real anesthetic, and made an incision that made it look like an appendectomy was performed on him. The wound was sewed up, bandaged, and the culprits were gone. When the CO woke up, he immediately thought it was Gene who performed the small, mock surgery. His weekend pass was revoked, and was he threatened with a court martial, when third platoon, and many others, vouged he was not around him throughout the entire exercise. His weekend pass remained revoked for not ‘actively seeking the wounded’, but he didn’t care. The panicked look on Sobel’s face was worth it.

 


 

Camp Mackall soon became a fleeting memory as the company was once again packing up, and moving out, except this time, no one had any idea where they were going. That was there first clue that there final days of training in America were finally coming to an end, and the threat of war loomed closer.

Gene lugged his bag to the trucks that were waiting outside of the camp for them. They all had their dress uniforms on, the medics still brandishing their armbands, and the Omega medics still having a little black ‘ Ω’ stitched onto them. He walked out with a few of them, some he used to talk with while in the medical detachment, before spotting his own company. He quickly waved goodbye, and made his way towards them.

When he got closer, he went to through his bag into the back of the first truck that seemed to have room. Before he even got it off of his back, however, the weight was lifted off of his shoulders, and thrown in with another sack. He immediately turned around to come face to face with Bull Randleman.

He glared, “I coulda done it myself, ya know.”

The stocky Alpha smirked around his cigar, “Everyone knows ya  could of,” he spoke in a deep, southern voice, “but my mama didn’t raise no wild wolf.”

He reached a hand out, and pat Gene shoulder, hand hovering slightly over the spot where the pack bonding gland lied, “The trucks are leavin’ soon, stay close.”

Gene was ready to say “Worry about yourself,” but the curly haired Alpha was already making his way back to Luz, Skip, and Malarkey, leaving the lone Omega medic by the truck. He frowned (not pouted, goddamn it), and decided to spend his last few moment of peace by the side of the barracks, no Alphas, just his thoughts.

On his way there, he saw a small group forming on the ground of Cobb stretched out, and Toye, Wynn, and Shifty (he could call them by their nicknames in his head, but he wasn’t ready to say them out loud), sitting on their bags. He was prepared to continue on his path, and ignore the Alphas, when Cobb’s words caught his attention.

“You gotta admit, he’s got no chance. Either the Krauts will get him, or one of us.”

“Who? Sobel?” Liebgott joined them.

“He screwed up one maneuver,” Shifty said while pulling apart blades of grass. He was trying to keep the peace among everyone, which Gene found admirable. This was not a time to start a strike.

“Ah, you know, I’m always fumbling with grenades…Would be easy if one went off by accident, ya know…” the words seemed like a joke to anyone passing the group, but to the people who knew what Sobel was like, who felt the same panic when thinking about being stuck next to him in combat, those words were a promise.

“Well, they must have put him in charge for a reason.”

“Yeah, ‘cause the Army wouldn’t make a mistake, right, Shift?”

“Forget about Sobel being our CO for one second,” Toye interrupted, “we’ve got bigger problems. If this pack isn’t formed by the time we jump, there’s no way we’re going to make it.”

“Yeah, well something has to be done about Sobel first. Until he’s gone, a Head Alpha can’t be picked.” said Liebgott.

Wynn scoffed, “Like he’s going to give up being Head Alpha over a pack like Easy.”

“Hey,” shouted Cobb, “there’s no way in hell Sobel would ever be my Head Alpha. I’ll through the goddamn grenade at him myself if I have to.”

“As long as he doesn’t mark Gene, then we’ve got no problem.”

“Yeah, easier said than done, Shift. He’s always hovering over him, and Doc isn’t the easiest Omega to watch out for,” Liebgott stated, causing Gene to narrow his eyes.

“Hey, he’s tough, I like that in an Omega,” Toye retorted while leaning further back against his bag.

Cobb snickered, “You better, that’s the only Omega we’ll be seeing for months.”

Toye tilted his head to the side, “I’m not complaining.”

Gene felt like he overstayed he eavesdropping, especially since they were starting to talk about him in ways that made him feel uncomfortable, so he walked away from the group, and leaned against the first wall he came by.

He looked around for a bit, watching the different people from different companies walk out of their barracks, get rid of their sacks, or shoot the shit with their friends. He noticed there was still a steady stream of people trickling in, so while they were leaving soon, he still had enough time to relax.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning his head back till it hit the surface behind him. He closed his eyes, trusting that he’d be aware enough to hear the trucks start, or that someone would call for him when they were ready to leave.

He was in the position for only a few minutes, relaxing his muscles, lulling himself into a sort of daze as the noise from the men filled the air. He felt a weight lean against the wall right next to him, but thought nothing of it. It wasn’t like he owned the wall, others could rest against it too. There was a lot of room, though, so he was confused why he chose to stand just a couple feet away from him. Suddenly, the body slid closer to him, making the space go from feet, to inches between them. He opened his eyes, and leaned his head off the wall. When he looked towards his right, he saw a tall, muscular Alpha, leering at him beneath hooded eyelids. His hair was greased, and slicked back, leaving only a little curl in the front. His eyes were brown, but filled with almost no emotion except for lust. His smell was so overpowering, that it gave Gene the sense of cheap cologne, instead of the deep, earthy smells he usually liked.

The Alpha was unfamiliar to him, so he guessed that he was either a Dog or a Fox man. Whoever he was, he was crowding him, and his smell made Gene want to gag.

“Hey sweetcheeks, what’s a pretty broad like you standing here by yourself?”

His voice sounded whiney to Gene’s ears. It was an accent hard to place, but easy to never want to hear again.

As the Alpha spoke, he moved closer to the Omega medic, standing directly in front of him, while bracing one hand against the wall.

“You got sick of Easy, so he decided to hang out with us Dog boys, right? That’s why you’re all the way over here?”

Gene looked over the Alpha’s shoulder in shock and realized that, yes, he did wander into Dog’s loading zone, and Easy was too far away to see anything.

He tried to inch away from the other man, but the Dog private place his other hand onto the wall next to Gene’s head, completely boxing him in.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he spoke while leaning in forward. Gene honestly felt like he was going to puke, “you’ve been hanging around them Easy boys so much, I bet you forgot what it was like to be with a real Alpha.”

He brought his lips down to Gene’s neck, rubbing them over the area that his bond mark would be placed once he found his mate. It was completely uncomfortable, and it made Gene turn his head to protect that side of his neck.

The Alpha backed his face up a few inches, and smirked, “Feisty, aren’t we? Don’t worry, we can fix that,” he brought his one hand up to caress his neck, “we can go in the back real quick, and I can show you how you’re supposed to act, I’ll put you in your place.”

Gene was just about to knee the asshole in the balls, screw causing a scene, when a new smell came into the picture, overshadowing the other Alpha’s weird, cologne one. This was bark and iron, it was pure, and it was was strong.

“Private Adams.”

Just the name spoken caused the other Alpha to freeze over, and jump away from the Omega.

“Sir!”

Gene looked at who could cause the quick demeanor change of another Alpha, and met eyes with the darkest brown he’s ever seen. They gaze he held was cold, sharp, yet deep, and passionate. Gene felt like just a single look from him could kill a man.

The dark haired Alpha true his eyes away from the medic, and focused back onto the scared shitless private.

“You’re platoon has already been loaded onto a truck, Private. I would try to catch up,” he leaned into the smaller Alpha’s face, “you wouldn’t want to be left behind, would you?”

The private seemed to shake in his boots, “No, sir!”

The taller Alpha looked the other up and down, “Then get moving.”

The words seemed to be what the other needed to bolt it away from the two, tail tucked between his legs.

Gene watched how he scrambled to his platoon, looking back a few times, and tripping on his own feet.

He looked back at the other when he felt eyes on himself. He meant to say thank you, but the moment he made eye contact with the other, it was like he got lost in the other’s gaze. He could feel it, and he was sure the other could feel it to. There was a bond there, but not for mating. The pack gland was aching again, seemingly tugging inside of him, trying to get closer to the other man.

This man was pack.

Gene was sure they could have stared at each other forever, when he finally heard someone cry his name.

“Doc! Come on, we’re leaving.”

Gene looked in the direction the voice came from, and then looked back at the other Alpha. No words were spoken between the two. No words had to be. The man nudged his head towards the direction of Gene’s truck, and he took that as a sign to go.

When he got to his truck, a hand popped out from the back to help pull him in. He took it, and found himself pulled between Malarkey and Penkala.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind, Doc? Do you know who that is?” Malarkey whispered harshly from his left.

He shook his head, “Can’t say I do.”

“Well let me just tell you that that is the toughest sonofabitch in this regiment! The Alpha’s crazy! He’s one of dog’s CO’s, Lieutenant Speirs!”

Gene started to tune Malarkey out, only nodding here and there to make him think he was still interested.

Part of the ride seemed to be stories about the Lieutenant, and comment from the other men. Penkala tried to change the subject once, but turned into a stuttering mess when Gene smiled his direction in thanks. It did work to change the subject, though, since the rest of the trip was the guys making jokes at Penkala’s obvious crush. Gene was barely paying attention, to busy thinking back at those dark eyes, and how wrong it felt that he wasn’t with Easy.

He wondered if he’d see him again, under what circumstances, and if those eyes were really as deadly as they seemed.

But he couldn’t think about it now, there were other things to worry about. Like for instance,

Where were they going?

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Gene tried to look over the heads of the men to get a glimpse of the water. If there was one thing he could say he missed about being back home, besides his family, he would say fishing. There was something about sitting on a small boat in the middle of the water that calmed him. A place where it was just him, his thoughts, and the occasional fish he was able to snatch. No knot headed Alphas, no mothers wanting grandchildren, and, best of all, no war.

He was told many times that it was an Alpha and Beta man’s hobby, and that he should stick to things like cooking, and fixing patches in torn clothes: Omega household jobs. When he would go to the bar after a relaxing day with his fishing pole, he would be approached by some Alphas that had no problem telling him how the overpowering smell of fish masked his normally sweet, chocolate scent, and it was a turn off. Then it would turn into a distasteful direction where they would describe how if he went home with them, he would only be allowed to smell like milk, the normal underlying scent of a pregnant Omega, and the Alpha that got him that way.

It was usually in that part of the conversation where he would punch the unassuming Alpha across that face, be taken out of the bar by one of his friends, and lectured at home by his Ma how his ‘unruly behavior’ was not becoming of an Omega, and he should really consider settling down soon.

Gene crinkled his nose at the thought. He definitely couldn’t see himself bonding and having kids with any of the Alphas at home. Not all of them were as bad as he remembered. Some actually really tried with him, asked him out to dinner, bought him courting gifts, listened to his interests, the whole nine yards, but he always knew they were looking for a soft Omega to pop out pups, and make sure dinner was on the table when the Alpha got home from work.

What they didn’t realize was that, while he had a normal sweet scent of any Omega, there was also something spicy that could be detected in the mix, and that was no mistake.

So if he wanted to go fishing, he would go fishing.

Gene looked up at the huge ship they were being loaded onto, the words S.S. Samaria printed neatly on the side.

And if he wanted to go to war, then, goddamnit, he was going to go to war.

He must have stopped moving at one point, too lost in his thoughts, because he felt the strong hand of Bull clasp the back of his neck and give him a little push.

“Best keep the line moving, Doc.” he spoke in a smooth drawl.

Without looking back at the Alpha, Gene started walking again, enjoying the feeling of walking on land before he was crammed into a ship with 5,000 other Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. All around him, he could hear the grumblings of others.

“This thing looks like it could barely fit 1,000, let alone 5,000.”

“Yeah, and who knows how long we’re going to be in it.”

“Can’t believe no one’s even here to see us off. I wanted to see a bunch of pretty broads waving their little handkerchiefs at us.”

“Not that they would even know who we are. Couldn’t even wear our goddamn jump boots or patch.”

“I’m too hungover to even give a shit.”

“You’re not the only one, Christenson.”

Luz nudged him in the shoulder, “Maybe our special Doc can give us something!”

Gene shook his head, and looked back at the men with a small smile, “I’m not wastin’ my supplies on stupid, drunken Alphas like yourselfs. Deal with it on your own.”

Luz put his hand on his heart in mock hurt, “You’re too cruel, doll. Not even for your soon to be pack.”

The words shocked Gene to his core. He did not forget his conversation with Lieutenant Winters, or his own promise to himself to try to accept the drastic change in the company’s relationship, but it was still hard to hear the word, and remember the commitment that followed. He doubted the others even knew about his own struggle with being labeled as the pack’s Omega, all of them too focused on finding a Head Alpha to finally complete the circle, and he would like to keep it that way.

“Excuse me,” he murmured to the others, pushing his way through the crowd. He couldn’t let them see how uncomfortable the topic made him.

He didn’t think he succeeded, however, since he heard behind him a smack, followed by Liebgott’s voice saying, “Nice going, Luz.”

Gene couldn’t bring himself to care, though. He cared about the men of Easy in ways he couldn’t even understand, and it was already affecting his relationship with them. Despite Winters’s words, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that the title they gave him would only make his job nearly impossible. His gut already wretched at the thought of losing one of them, he couldn’t imagine the emotional and physical pain he would feel when losing a pack member.

And that wouldn’t even be his only problem.

The others had a right to be worried about finding a Head Alpha. From the way things have been looking, Sobel was there to stay with them for the long run, or, as long as they could go before one of his mistakes got them killed.

Just thinking about it made him seethe, and he resisted the urge to touch the scar running along his right cheek.

Gene knew Sobel was aware of the pack forming, and that Gene has been chosen to be it’s Omega. Sometimes he would get chills on the back of his neck, only to see Sobel staring at him from afar. There was no way in hell his mouth was ever going to get close enough to Gene’s neck to even breath on it, let alone mark him, but until he leaves Easy Company, and they’re able to pick a real Head Alpha, the men would be too distracted and worried to function properly. He could already feel the anxiety coming from them as each day moved closer to jumping, and each day Sobel was still among them.

Gene shook his head to clear his thoughts. There was no point of constantly mulling over things he had no control over. Whether Sobel was staying or leaving was not his decision.

He was able to shove his way to the line at the gangplank, taking in the last moments he would have on American soil. New York was never a place he was particularly interested in seeing. He much preferred Bayou Chene to a big city any day. Cities were polluted, crowded, and loud, but right now, while boarding a ship that would take them far away from their homes, it was beautiful.

He subtly breathed deeply through his nose, trying to catch probably his last breaths of fresh air before he was stuffed onto a floating madhouse, when a familiar scent of cheap cologne came wafting through the air. He rolled his eyes when a body was pressed against his back, and a warm breath was blown into his ear.

“Remember me?” a voice whispered, as the body belonging to the voice walked around Gene to stand in front of him. He was met with the sight of none other than the private that harassed him by the trucks the other day. Adams, he believed his name was.

“Our time together was interrupted the other day, how about I make it up to you?” the private spoke while bringing a hand up to stroke Gene’s cheek. He was barely able to graze the skin before smacked his hand away.

The Alpha chuckled, “Feisty, I like that,” he picked up the bag he set on the ground, and continued his way up the gangplank, “See you on the ship!” he called back, before he disappeared among the sea of men.

Gene glared in his direction, knowing the normally friendly phrase was really a promise to somehow get him alone.

He lifted his bag higher onto his shoulder and continued walking, there was really nothing he could do about the private besides avoid him.

Once he made it onto the deck, ahead of any of the other Easy men, he made his way to the side of the ship that would show the Statue of Liberty when they left the shipyard. There would be plenty of time to explore later, whether they were going to England or North Africa, it was going to be a long trip. He found a spot against the wall that wasn’t too crowded. There were still men trickling in, so it was bound to fill up soon, but as long as he had a place to smoke, and room to relax, then he didn’t mind.

He put a Lucky Strike between his lips, and started searching through his pockets for a match or lighter. When he turned up empty on every pocket he could possible go through on his uniform, he realized that he must have put them in his bag. With a sigh, he leaned against the wall behind him, keeping the unlit cigarette in his mouth for at least the feeling and slight taste.

He didn’t have to stay like that for long, since not even a minute later, a throat was cleared rather loudly to his left. He looked over to see an Alpha that couldn’t have been any older than 18, probably wasn’t even 18, holding out a Zippo lighter. It looked oddly placed in the young boy’s hand, but even his 16 year old brother smoked from time to time (whenever Ma wasn’t around, of course), so he wasn’t about to turn it down. Especially when he was saving Gene the trouble of looking through his bag.

The small Alpha held the lighter out for him, letting Gene dip his head to let the end of his cigarette hit the flame. He took a long drag, letting the drug calm him as he watched the smoke blow from his lips, and be swept by the wind. He looked back at the other soldier and nodded.

“Thanks, kid.”

The Alpha scowled at the word, “I’m not a kid, I’m 20.”

Gene laughed lightly, “Whatever you say. If the Army believes it, than I won’t question none.”

“You better not,” the younger soldier snorted, “I could put an Omega like you in it’s place any day.”

“Hey,” Gene spoke with authority as his head whipped around to stare down at the kid, “that’s enough. You migh’ think this tough guy act will impress the older Alphas, but you’re wrong. It’ll just get you inta more trouble.”

The younger Alpha looked down in shame, like his own mother just scolded him for his behavior.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered in a low voice, reminding Gene of his little siblings whenever he yelled at them for their stupid and dangerous antics.

He smiled at the memories that came pouring in, and reached out to ruffle the smaller one’s hair.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it. Jus’ make sure you do your job, and have these men’s backs, and you’ll have their respect.”

The other quickly looked up at him, shocked by the kind advice. Gene smiled to reassure him, causing a blush to spread across his cheeks.

Oh my god, here we go.

“Thank you!” he stuck out his hand, “My name is Wilson, Thomas Wilson, but my friends call me Tommy!”

Gene was taken aback by the sudden switch in his mood, but shook his hand anyways.

“Eugene Roe.”

Wilson’s eyes widened, “You’re Easy’s Doc, aren’t you?”

Gene raised his brow, “Is there a reason you know that?”

The younger Alpha looked at his scar uneasily, “Oh, um, your name has just been around lately.”

“Oh yeah,” Gene tapped the butt of his cigarette to shake some of the ash off, “and what have they been saying?”

They blush spreading down his neck said it all.

“Nevermind, I don’t even want ta know.”

Wilson seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Gene looked back at the water, catching glimpses of the view of the city as the men began to pile in groups in front of him. He wanted to relax out there as long as he could before it was time to go under to get some rest, or at least, as much rest one could get in an over stuffed room of soldiers.

But it was looking to be difficult to just close his eyes for a few minutes, since someone else's eyes wouldn’t stop staring at him.

He tilted his head to look back at the starry eyed Alpha, “Can I help you with somethin’?”

Wilson quickly shook his head, “Oh no! I feel fine!”

“I didn’t mean physically, I jus’ want ta know if I can do anythin’ to make you stop staring at me.”

“Oh!” he jolted back a little in an attempt to give Gene space, “I’m sorry! I didn’t even realize...you’re just so...I just really like looking at your face!”

Gene continued to stare at him.

‘Wait, that came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is that you’re pretty! But not in a weird way, like I would do anything about it, just that I like looking at you…ok, that is weird. But I really don’t mean it to be! You just seem like a nice person to talk to, and I’m really messing this up, so I’ll go before I embarrass myself even more.”

The younger man started to walk away before Gene was even able to get a word in. He had half a mind to just let him leave, so he could finally have some peace, but he couldn’t help but picture a puppy that’s just been thrown out of a home as he watched the other’s back.

With a sigh, he called out to him, “Wilson, come back.”

As if he was calling out to his own dog, Wilson was right back at his side, wagging his imaginary tail.

Gene couldn’t stop the tiny laugh from coming out at the image“You don’t have many Omegas where you’re from, do you?”

Automatically, the imaginary tail seemed to droop, along with two fluffy ears Gene pictured on top of his head.

“We have a hand full, but they never look at me. I’m too small, too weak, too everything. The one I really like never even glances at me,” all of a sudden, his attitude switched to a more confident Alpha, “But that’s why I joined the paratroopers! So when I get home I’ll be the strongest Alpha in town, and he’ll have to notice me, right?”

Now Gene was starting to get it, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He sure as hell hoped no one at home was risking his life for him.

He sighed. He couldn’t believe he was about to give a kid relationship advice.

“Look,” he really didn’t even know where to begin, “have you even tried talking to him?”

The other shook his head solemnly, “No, what’s the point? If he wouldn’t look at the other Alphas, then why would he look at me?”

“Well, then that’s your problem. If you’ve neva even introduced yourself, then how do you know if the other likes you or not?”

“So when I get home, you think I have a shot?”

“I’m sayin’ you’ll neva know unless you try. And if it doesn’ work out,” he shrugged, “then there are others out there.”

The younger man seemed to perk up at his words, and stood up straighter, “You’re right! I’ll start a letter to him right now! The last I heard, he was a cook in a camp in Australia!”

He started to march off in confidence, making Gene breath his own sigh of relief. That was probably the most uncomfortable experience he’s ever had, and he had to help his Grand-Mère with a birth when he was 12.

Apparently, it wasn’t over either.

“What do I say?”

The sudden, yet familiar voice made Gene jump. He had to refrain himself from groaning in annoyance, or throwing the kid off the ship.

“I don’ know, ask him how he’s doin’, I guess.”

“But is that to subtle? What if he thinks I just want to be friends? Or maybe I’d be coming on too strong! What if it feels like I’m poking into his business? Or what if he doesn’t even remember me? What if he thinks I’m just some creepy stalker? Or what if...”

The questions kept pouring out of the Alpha, making Gene want to bang his head against the side of the ship. However, the more he talked, the more Gene realized how much he actually cared about this mysterious Omega.

He laughed inwardly. He’s never really seen this sort of thing from this point of view, usually it was his sister talking to him about her latest crush on, in her words, ‘the cutest Alpha to ever step foot in the bayous’. The memory made him smile.

“Just write whateva comes to you.” he finally interrupted, not at all feeling bad about it either.

Wilson nodded, “You’re right, I’m just gonna do it,” he took a step as if he was finally going to leave Gene to his peace, when he turned around one last time, “Uh thanks by the way. I guess I’ll see you around, right Doc?”

The use of his nickname, plus the hopeful look in the other’s eyes made it almost impossible to say ‘no’.

He smiled around his cigarette, and bumped the smaller Alpha’s shoulder, “Yeah, I’ll see ya around, kid.”

While the other looked put out by the use Gene’s favorite word for him, he nonetheless beamed up at him, before making his way through the crowd of men. Gene watched his back disappear, before leaning his own against the cool metal behind him, and closed his eyes.

He finally had some time to himself.

He must have dozed off to the sounds of the waves and constant chatter, however, because the next thing he knew the ship was moving, and someone was shaking him awake.

“Come on, Doc, you’re gonna miss it!” came the unmistakeable voice of Perconte in his ear.

He blinked eyes lazily. He had just enough time to notice his designated ‘bodyguards’ at the time, Liebgott and Toye, standing to either side of him, before he was pushed towards the railings where everyone else was huddled.

Luz, who was the first to notice him, grinned, seemingly forgetting their short conversation at the dock, which he was grateful for, “Hey, Doc, nice of you to join us,” he tilted his head in the direction where everyone’s eyes were locked to, “bet you’ve never seen that in the bayou, huh.”

Gene could only shake his head as the giant statue seemed to loom over them, despite being far away. It served as a last reminder to the men for what they were fighting for, why they were leaving, and what they’ll hopefully come back to. It was almost too hard to look at, but even harder to look away from.

Everyone’s eyes stayed on the Statue of Liberty until she was way out of sight, taken away by the evening smog. The last picture of America that some of them would ever see.

“Let’s go find our bunks, Doc,” Luz spoke while patting his shoulder, breaking the moment of silence the men seemed to form subconsciously. Wanting to drop his sack off some place, Gene followed the group of Easy men.

Gene walked in his usual silence, listening to the conversations around him, but never partaking in any of them, only the occasional smile when he found something Luz said amusing. He almost made it the whole way there without speaking a single word, when a certain Skip Muck slid in beside him.

“I’ve got some good news, Doc!”

“Oh yeah,” he flicked his cigarette off the side of the ship, “and wha’s that?”

“Our bunk mates switched!”

Gene scoffed, “And how’s that any kind of news?””

“Because, instead of sharing with our expert marksman, no offence to Shifty, you get to bunk with…” his hands gestured in a way that Gene couldn’t tell if he was trying to get him to guess, or pointing towards himself. To make sure it wasn’t the later, Gene put on his best, cold glare that his siblings have told him could freeze hell over. It was normally reserved for privates who annoyed him while he was trying to do his job, or weren’t taking theirs seriously. At the moment, it was to protect his sanity from having to share the same sleeping space as Skip Muck.

Muck, in return, immediately put his hands up in mock surrender, “Jesus, Doc, I didn’t mean me! Although it stings that you would think badly of me, right here,” he patted where his heart would be under his skin.

Gene enjoyed the way he seemed to swallow his fear when his gaze sharpened.

“It’s Penkala, not me! Please stop looking at me like that!”

Gene’s softened his stare for the others sake, but still looked at him suspiciously. While it really didn’t matter to him who he was sharing a bed with, since they weren’t actually sleeping together, just switching who got to sleep in it every night, the fact that Muck so obviously switched everything around to have him share with Penkala had him worried.

“Is there a reason for any of this?”

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just an incredibly good wingman?”

“No.” because while he wouldn’t put it past Muck to do such a thing, he looked a little too worried for just helping his friend out.

“Ouch, Doc. You’re one harsh Omega sometimes, you know that?” he said with a laugh, but immediately sobered up when he realized Gene wasn’t laughing with him.

“He’s really seasick at the moment,” he finally started to explain, “We know that you wouldn’t actually be sleeping with him, but Malarkey had this idea that the days he does get the buck, he’d be able to rest because of the smell of, well um, you’re pretty much like...you know.”

Gene knew he wanted to say pack Omega, but was thankful he didn’t. The embarrassment of hearing it a second time in one day would be too much. However, he was the company’s medic if anything else, and it was his job to make sure the men could perform at their best, no matter where they were.

“Where is he now?”

“Laying in his bunk, trying not to lose his lunch.”

Gene nodded in thanks, and moved past the crowd of men to find Penkala. Behind him, he heard Muck completely switch topics to naked native Omegas in the Pacific. He rolled his eyes, and kept pushing forward. He had a sick Alpha to find.

After a good fifteen minutes of looking up and down rows of bunks, he was finally able to spot a curled up Alpha resting only two rows up from the ground. When he walked over to him, he saw that the other was fast asleep. He took a minute to scan his face. He took note of his paleness, tinted a hint of green, and the ways his face seemed pinched. While the Alpha looked uncomfortable, Gene was just relieved it wasn’t something more severe than seasickness.

He sighed, and began to gather his things to find a hall to at least sit in for the night, and with the way Penkala looked, he might end up needing the bed more than him anyways for the trip. He turned to leave when a soft groan sounded behind him.

“Doc?” came Penkala’s groggily voice.

“Yeah it’s me,” Gene spoke while stepping closer to the bunk, “How you feelin’?”

“Shitty,” he responded truthfully, “Did Skip and Don put you up to this?”

One side of Gene’s mouth quirked up, “While I would like to say I jus’ came upon you lookin’ like this, I was informed that we are now sharing this bed.”

“Sharin-Damn, I told them to quit doing these kind of things.” he muttered while slowly trying to get up.

Seeing this made Gene act quickly to push him back down.

“What do you think you’re doin’?”

Penkala looked down at him with confusion in his eyes, “What do ya mean? I’m giving you the bed.”

Gene shook his head, “No you ain’t. You’re sick.”

“Yeah but-”

“I ain’t some dainty skirt who needs lookin’ after, ya know.”

“It’s still not right, you sitting out there, and me sleeping in here.”

Gene pushed him down with more force, “Think of it as doctor’s orders, ‘cause it basically is.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Doc, but you’re not a real Doc, and this is barely a sickness,” Penkala responded with an equal amount of determination.

Gene gave him his best ‘Doc glare’, the one that scared his patients into listening to him, the one that basically whipped these Alphas back into place when they were reckless or bothering him, the one that Penkala seemed to have no problem standing up to at the moment.

Realizing that neither one of them were going to budge on the subject, Gene settled for the next best solution.

“Fine then,” he dropped his pack at the foot of the bunk, figuring Penkala’s would be a good enough pillow for the two of them, “scoot over.”

The way the other’s eyes widened was almost comical, the same went for the blush that spread throughout his face.

“What?!”

“I said scoot over.”

Penkala could only stare with his jaw hanging as Gene grabbed onto the bars holding up the bunks above them.

“Are you goin’ to move over, or am I goin’ ta have to sleep on top of you?”

The Alpha mutely shuffled over, never taking his eyes off of the medic Omega as he lifted himself onto the bunk.

Gene would admit that it was a tight squeeze, they would both have to lay on their side, but in his mind, it was better than having Penkala heaving off the side of the ship all night. Once he got situated, he figured that it wasn’t even that uncomfortable, he just felt bad for the poor soldier that had the bunk next to them, and would have to crawl over their bodies.

Facing towards the other’s chest, Gene inhaled the scent of burning firewood with a hint of cinnamon. It was a very homey kind of smell that left Gene with a sense of warmth flaring in the pack gland that sat in his neck.

Gene could definitely say that he was beginning to get comfortable, but he couldn’t speak for his bunkmate, who was stiff as a board, and still staring down at him in shock.

“You betta not try anythin’,” was the first thing that came out of Gene’s mouth. Unfortunately, it did not cut the tension Penkala was holding onto, and the nerves he seemed to be having actually made him look greener. Feeling guilty, Gene took the other’s hand in his.

“Hey, relax, Penkala, I was jokin’. Just try to sleep.”

After inhaling the scent of the Omega, the Alpha calmed down, and closed his eyes.

Watching Penkala’s chest even out to slow, spaced out breathes caused Gene’s own eyes to begin to close. Lying there next to Penkala reminded him of how he used to comfort his siblings when they were sick, tired, or scared for any reasons. He almost had the urge to run his fingers through the Alpha’s hair, like he would do for his littlest brother, but refrained himself, even though Penkala probably wouldn’t complain about the gesture.

He was close to completely drifting off, slipping further away from the zone where you could still hear everything around you. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t at home taking care of his siblings, he was in the bottom of a ship filled with thousands of other soldiers, mostly Alphas with high testosterone levels who couldn’t go a day without a fight.

The shouts he heard come from down the hall made him want to take the bag they were using as a pillow, and pull it over his head.

“What’s all that about?” he heard below him

“Gonorrhea called Sobel a Jew. Liebgott took offence ‘cause he’s a Jew too.”

“Fighting over Sobel. That’s smart.”

Gene had to agree with the soldier’s sarcasm. While it was his job to provide first aid to the men, he wasn’t going to do it if it was a fight over Sobel. Turning his head slightly, he figured they would agree with him, and only get him if it was serious, suffering through his cold shoulder treatment along the way.

He faced back towards Penkala when he felt the Alpha shift, trying to see over Gene at the fight. Gene, in return, pushed him back down.

“Go back ta sleep, Penkala.”

The Alpha nodded groggily at the order, probably not even hearing what Gene really said.

He also laid back down, and was able to drift back to his former state. Somewhere between blacking out, and listening to the sounds of men quieting down, an arm was thrown across his waist. He jumped slightly, and looked up to be face to face with his bunkmate. Taking note of his heavy breathing, Gene realized that he was still sleeping, and must have moved his arm subconsciously. He tried wiggling his body, seeing if the appendage would move on his own, but that only seemed to make the Alpha hold on tighter.

Gene sighed, and decided that he might as well get comfy how he was, since there was no possible way he could move anyhow.

He knew it was going to be embarrassing in the morning, and that most of the men of Easy would either complain Penkala getting special treatment, or want to take a picture of the two of them (Muck). But right then and there, he could care less, because the warmth that started on the right side of his neck spreaded throughout the rest of his body. He could tell with each inhale of a fellow potential pack member that that night, stuck in a room with not enough beds, no personal space, and no fresh air, would be the most peaceful sleep he would get since his first day at Toccoa.

That night, he realized that it would be the little things that would get him through the voyage, and the war.

Chapter Text

Gene was right about at least one thing after the first night with Penkala. Many men did end up complaining about having to sleep on the deck every other night instead of “cuddling with their Omega”.

Most of the whining came from Luz and Talbert, but after seeing how little their words affected him, they quickly switched tactics to making Penkala blush. Phrases such as “Did you even get much sleep last night, Penk?” or “Are you the little spoon or the big spoon?” became more common than the constant complaints as the days went on.

Not like Penkala needed any more slack about his sleeping arrangements. His two buddies loved to remind him every morning on how ‘sweet’ he smelled. Gene would just roll his eyes at the immature jabs. It was their idea in the first place, and since they were literally sleeping together in the same bunk, they were bound to have their scents rubbing off on each other. Gene doubt it was even noticeable, with how rancid everyone was beginning to smell, and only cold, salt water showers being offered every now and then.

Gene wasn’t even surprised when his and Penkala’s arrangement was still talked about after the first week at seas. There seemed to be only four things to do on the ship to occupy time: eat, sleep, gamble, and gossip.

Sobel tried to add calisthenics to the small list, but that quickly fell under the longer list of ‘Sobel’s Stupidest Ideas’. With the deck being so small, there being thousands of soldiers, and waves rocking the ship like a crib, most men seemed content to just sit in the back, and watch the others move around like newborn fawns.

However, they would make bets on things like ‘Who would get chewed out by Sobel first?’, or ‘When will Sobel give up and storm off?’, or even ‘How long would it take Sobel to notice Luz mimicking him behind him?’, so he guessed it could fall into the gambling category if anything.

As a week went past, and Sobel’s workouts being more of a comedy routine than an actual training session, it could only be said that the men were getting restless, and soon enough, a new, more disturbing pastime was added to the list. All he could say about it was, what do the higher ups expect when you put about one hundred Omegas in a small, crowded, space full of thousands of Betas and Alphas? Unlike the fairy tales parents read to their kids, most Omegas don’t like to hold onto their virginity until the right prince comes, and an Alpha has no patience for that kind of romance anyways, especially when they were being shipped to war. So, despite it seeming to be morally wrong, it wasn’t uncommon to hear moans and grunts coming from dark hallways, or closed closet doors.

Gene became so used to the random sex sightings, he learned to walk right past it. They were usually seen in the most secluded parts of the ship, anyways, and Gene tried to avoid those places as much as possible. However, that didn’t stop people from propositioning him .

They never got too far, though, since there was usually an Easy Alpha around to cart him around somewhere. Everyday, he would have an Alpha escort him to his meals, and then walk around the ship with him. He never really put much thought into it, until the very last night of the whole voyage.

He was standing in line for dinner, trying not to gag at the overwhelming stench of fish stew combined with men who haven’t been able to change their clothes in two weeks. Despite the terrible smell, it was obvious people were able to overlook it due to excitement. A rumor went around that that would be their last meal on the ship, meaning they were either running out of supplies, or they were landing in the morning.

Gene was, of course, also excited. He couldn’t believe he got through the entire voyage without one incident, and he was just glad to finally get some personal space again.  

It was immediately proven to him that he spoke too soon when he felt a foreign body press up against his back. The smell that wafted into his nose wasn’t bad, definitely an Alpha, but wrong at the same time. It made him scrunch up his nose in distaste. Or maybe that could have been caused by the arms that seemed confident enough to settle around his waist.

“You’re so pretty,” the arms moved from his waist to grasp his arms, “How about you and me make this trip just a little more enjoyable .”

Gene cringed as the last word was followed by a warm breathe in is ear. The unknown Alpha began to tug him towards the exit, his lips getting dangerously close to his bonding gland. Gene barely moved his arm, ready to elbow the bastard hard in the gut, when all forms of contact were cut off suddenly.

Gene turned around, only to find Guarnere holding the invasive Alpha by his shirt.

“What the fuck do ya think you’re doing?”

The Alpha in question put his hands up with a cocky smile, “My bad, I didn’t know he was taken.”

Guarnere scoffed, “Just get the hell outta here,” and pushed the Alpha away.

The private stumbled, and glared at Guarnere. It was clear through his gaze that his natural Alpha instincts were aching for a fight of dominance. However, as soon as the look crossed the other’s face, it was again, replaced by the same cocky smile.

“No problem,” he moved his eyes towards Gene, “See you around, sweetheart.”

Gene heard Guarnere shout back, “Just try it, buddy!” but mainly kept his focus on the back of the strange Alpha, finding the confrontation a little too personal. His suspicions were confirmed when the stranger sat down at a table full of four other Alphas, including none other than Private Adams, all of whom were staring at him.

Gene shot them a glare, causing most of them to smirk and give a little wave. Not wanting to egg them on, Gene slid past Guarnere to find a table. Unsurprisingly, Guarnere followed.

“Tch, can you believe that guy?”

Gene hummed in response, ignoring all of the stares he was getting around the room. It was hard, though, since Guarnere found it necessary to growl at every one of them.

“Yeah, well, if you ever run inta an Alpha like that again, just get one of us, ya hear?”

“Sure,” he replied just to get the Alpha off of his back. All he wanted to do was sit down, eat his dinner peacefully, and then find a quiet place on the ship away from all of Easy’s stifling Alphas.

Guarnere glanced down at him, “We were thinkin’...maybe you shouldn’t wander alone anymore. You should always have someone from Easy with ya, just in case, especially when we land in Limey’s territory.”

‘There, an empty seat, finally,’ he thought, and began to make his way over to the empty spot, when an hand reached out and stopped him.

“Come on, Doc, we saved ya a seat over here,” and Guarnere began dragging him to a table full of Easy boys. Grant, Talbert, Randleman, Christenson, Hoobler, and Martin were all staring at them expectedly. Even Toye was at the table, with two empty chairs next to him. Gene could only guess who got the middle seat.

Feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment, Gene ripped his arm out of Guarnere’s grip.

“No thanks,” he said quickly, and turned around to head to the other empty seat.

He didn’t make it far before a new pair of hands reached for his shoulders to turn him around.

“Come on, Doc,” came the over friendly voice of Luz, “Let’s eat together! I’m starving!”

In the rush of the moment, Luz was able to pull him halfway to the Easy table, Guarnere an overbearing presence behind them.

Before they were able to make it there, however, everything just came crashing down on him at once.

Guarnere waiting for him, a table full of Easy men he knew already ate hours ago, Luz waiting behind as backup in case he tried to walk away, and what about all of the other times? How many times during the whole trip had he ever been completely alone? He couldn’t think of one moment. There was always a member of Easy with him, watching him, following him.

To them, he wasn’t their combat medic, a soldier, a brother to rely on. He was an Omega. Something weak, something they obviously couldn’t trust alone. It was embarrassing.

‘Degrading.’

Anger welled up inside of him, spreading throughout his body, and making his spine go momentarily numb.

He stopped walking, causing Guarnere to run into him, and Luz to look at him with confused, puppy dog eyes.

“Doc? What are you-”

Luz’s words fell short when Gene lifted up his head. The poor lighting in the ship casted shadows over his face, his eyes appearing even darker, and yet, full of a fiery rage. However, the worst part was his smell. From chocolate and cajun spices, a unique scent of sweet and spicy, to something sour, like a candy that would make you pucker your face. It was a subtle change to people who’ve haven’t been around the quiet Omega for over two years, but to the men of Easy, it was like a red alarm was flashing in their faces. It was distracting, different, and just plain wrong .

“Hey, Doc, come on, what’s the matter?”

Feeling Guarnere’s hand touch his lower back caused a release of adrenaline, making Gene turn around to face the Alpha. Guarnere barely had time to take a step back before a tray of food was thrown at his chest.

The sound of the metal tray slamming to the ground made heads turn in their direction. The mess hall became encompassed in silence, not even the kitchen was running. 

The silence was broken when one, no named soldier decided to shout “Hey there’s a fight going on fellas!”, and soon, the whole room began repeating the chant “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Gene ignored them, though. He was solely focused on the Alpha in front of him. He saw anger well up in the other’s eyes. Dominance basically radiated off of him, like heat being blown into Gene’s face. He felt his muscles twitch, wanting to kneel down, to bare his neck in apology. His instincts begged Gene to be submissive, to save him from the wrath of a furious Alpha, but Gene resisted all of it.

He wanted Guarnere to get mad. He wanted him to start a fight, like he would with any other man who would do that to him. He wanted to be treated like an Alpha, like an equal .

Guarnere was barely able to take one step forward in Gene’s direction, when Toye ran up to the angered Alpha. He put one hand on the Phillie man’s chest, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

Gene could see Guarnere’s fist shake, like he was using all of his willpower to not beat Gene into submission.

Finally, whatever Toye was saying must have gotten through to the other Alpha. Guarnere slowly breathed in through his nose, then slowly breathed out, releasing all of his anger.

Becoming irritated at the sight, Gene made his way past the two Alphas, dodging the hand that went to reach for his arm. He was sick of being dragged around.

He heard Luz call after him, but he acted like he didn’t hear him. He wanted out of the room full of arrogant, knot-headed Alphas.

On his way out, however, he failed to see five soldiers get up from their table to follow the lone Omega.

 


 

Gene wandered the ship, something he was used to doing after two weeks at sea, letting off steam along the way. By the time he made it to the stern, it was nightfall, and most soldiers were in a bunk, or finding a hallway to curl up in.

Of course, there still were a few soldiers having smokes, or shooting the breeze with some of their friends, but none of them were Easy men. Gene made it his mission to avoid anyone from Easy for the time being.

When he finally found a part of the ship void of any potential for human contact, all of his anger was gone, exhaustion taking its place. He leaned over the railing, arms resting against the metal bars, and stared into the dark abyss the ship seemed to be sailing on. The only way a person would know it was the ocean would be by the steady sounds of waves crashing against the side of the Samaria.

Gene smirked

‘No wonder Penkala was sea sick.’

He then frowned, ‘But I guess I won’t be there for him tonight.’

The thought was immediately followed by a feeling of guilt. He wanted to be with the Alpha, at least to get him through the last night vomit free, but he wasn’t ready to face the men of Easy, especially Guarnere. After leaving the mess hall, and separating himself from the situation, Gene was able to clear his head, and realize exactly what he had done.

He still couldn’t believe how quickly he lost his cool, just by being pulled around by two Alphas in his company.

‘Being two weeks at sea must be really getting ta me,’ he thought as he shifted his focus to the sky. When he saw the billions of twinkling lights, he couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips. Despite being miles from home, the night sky still looked the same as it did in the bayou. He closed his eyes and imagined he was back home, on the porch of his home, with his younger brothers wrestling in the grass, and his sister right next to him, naming every constellation in the sky she could. Meanwhile, his oldest sister and Ma would be in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner, going over bills, debating over which Alpha in town would be best for Gene and the family, and thinking of ways to convince him to accept the courting gifts-

A sudden gust of cold air caused a shiver to go up his spine, and snap him out of his memories. He looked out into the darkness, back towards U.S soil, where his home was. But with home came control, restrictions, and anxiety. All of the reasons he decided to leave home, and join the paratroopers.

However, it seemed he could never escape the image an Omega carries, not even in the army. But could he really blame the Alphas of Easy for that? They were only acting like how they were brought up to. How many times have they probably pushed down the Omegas in grade school, only to be scolded by their mothers in the proper way to treat an Omega (not that the scolding knocked all of the crudeness out of them)? How long has it been since they’ve all felt the pack form? How many Omegas have they met like Gene?

He sighed, watching the fog pool out of his mouth, and disappear into the night air. God, he would kill for a cigarette at the moment.

After a good twenty minutes of leaning against the railing, and debating about getting his pack of Lucky Strikes from his bag at the foot of Penkala’s bunk, or not, a yawn escaped his lips.

‘I guess that answa’s that questions.’

Pushing off the railing, Gene decided to find a hallway to sit down in for the night, and worry about Guarnere in the morning. He knew from passing them often that most Easy men who didn’t find a bed that night would sleep in the hallways by the bunking rooms. Hopefully, he’d be able to grab his bag in the morning too.

As Gene was making his way through the ship, he began to hear footsteps behind him. Hearing no yelling for being up past curfew, Gene assumed it was just another private out for a smoke, and didn’t bother to turn around.

He made another turn, and saw another private he didn’t recognize leaning against the wall, tossing a switchblade in his hand. As Gene got closer, the Alpha kicked off the wall, and faced Gene head on, blocking the narrow hallway.

Gene slowed down to a stop, an uneasy feeling welling up in his stomach. He turned around, ready to head in a different direction, when he realized the first one was blocking the other side of the hallway, turning it into a cage. A cold sweat broke out down his neck, and his heart began beating a mile a minute, his fight or flight instincts taking in the situation. His eyes glanced back and forth between the two, trying to find any opening. If there was one thing he learned from being with Easy, it was to be ready for anything.

However, right as he opened his mouth to address the overbearing Alphas, he heard the squeak of a door opening behind him. He didn’t even have time to turn his head before a familiar pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and the smell of cheap cologne filled his nose.

“Did you miss me?”

Gene’s eyes widened as a hand was thrown over his mouth, preventing any kind of call for help. Not even thinking twice, Gene lurched forward, trying to break the grip that just seemed to tighten over his stomach. He went to drive his elbow into the other’s gut, when a new pair of hands grabbed his arm, and another pair grabbed his other arm. He began to kick out, anything to break away from the Alphas, and felt satisfaction well up inside of him when he got one of them.

“Jesus Christ, someone grab his goddamn legs!”

“Johnson, Davis! Stop standing around with your dicks in your hands and help!”

“If you idiots keep yelling, we’ll wake up the whole goddamn ship! What if any Easy men see us? They’ll break our necks!”

“Just close the fuckin’ door!”

In one, whole effort, Gene’s body was yanked into a room, the two privates in the hallway closing the door behind them.

When it seemed everyone was inside, he found his body turned around, and slammed into a wall. That’s when Gene finally came face to face with greasy hair, clouded eyes, and yellow teeth.

“I told you I’d see you on the ship,” Adams whispered into his ear, then licked a long strip up his neck. The feeling caused bile to rise in his throat, and to toss his head to the side to block access. A hand immediately shot up to clasp around his jaw, and hold his head in place.

“Now, now, don’t be like that, this could be so much fun for you too. You just need to kneel and bare your neck, like a good Omega.”

Lips were placed again on his neck, moving over the bonding gland, while a hand snuck its way up his shirt. The entire time, Gene struggled to get free. When the same pair of lips attached to his own, he took to opportunity to bite down. The small moment of victory was quickly squashed when a fist came flying across his face. Gene was pretty sure his nose crunching was heard throughout the room, but no one seemed to care as his head was slammed back into the wall, causing lights to flash in his vision.

“Let’s get this straight, bitch. You’re not getting out of here until every one of us has a turn in your tight little hole, so you better shape up, and just take it.”

Gene took the blood welling up in his mouth, and spit it into the other’s face. The Alpha calmly wiped it off as he backed up from the pinned Omega. For a second, Gene thought he would call the whole thing off, before a boot was thrusted into his stomach. Gene doubled over, and would have collapsed, if it wasn’t for the two Alphas still holding him up.

“Drop him, men, I’m about to put a bitch in his place.”

Gene fell to his knees when he was finally released, and had no time to get up as a full grown, Alpha body was thrown at him, pushing his shoulders to the ground.

“Does that feel better, Omega? Being beneath an Alpha, like you’re supposed to be,” Adams grunted while rocking his body against Gene’s.

The Cajun Omega went to move his arm, and push the other off, but they were immediately pinned down in bruising grips.

“No, we can’t have any of that, now can we?”

Adams’s eyes were directly connected to his, giving Gene the full view of the lust and want, no humanity left in there.

His gaze then moved towards other areas of his face.

“Red’s a nice color on you,” he dragged a hand across his lips, smearing the crimson liquid over his cheeks, “maybe we could add a little more?”

The hand seemed to come out of nowhere, but the effect was immediate. The pain seemed to exploded in his left cheek, enough to swell, but not enough to bleed.

“Hm, what a pity. Davis,” he spoke to someone behind him, “give me your pocket knife.”

Dread bloomed in Gene’s chest, and he began to struggle even more.

“So annoying. Johnson, Harris, pin his shoulders and legs down.”

“You better make this quick, Adams, I want my turn too.”

“Yeah, yeah, let me just make him pretty first,” cold metal stroked his face, the sharp edges of the blade digging in once in awhile.

Davis snorted, “God, you’re a psychopath.”

Adams’s gaze never left Gene, “Maybe, or maybe I’m just an artist,” the knife sank down right under Sobel’s scar, causing a new sense of shame to well up inside him.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m just marking you up. You like that, don’t you,” the Alpha’s body began rocking against his again, making Gene gag at the feeling of the Alpha’s hardon against his leg.

“Yeah,” Adams’s hands began stroking his neck, before settling into a light grasp, “You just needed someone to show you your place,” the grip tightened, “well don’t worry,” he couldn’t breath, “I’m here now.”

The last words were followed by a low moan, and Gene could feel the wet spot spread across his pants.

“You came already? You really are a psychopath.”

“Shut up! I’ll be ready again any second now, then the real show begins.”

“What do you mean? That was your turn! Now it’s mine!”

“Why is it yours? I’m the one who found him after he left the mess hall!”

“I’ve been holding him down this entire time! He nearly kicked my teeth out! I should go next!”

“You guys need to shut the fuck up-”

The moment the grips on his legs and wrists were lessened in the slightest, Gene was ready. He jerked his knee up, instantly hitting the Alpha on top of him in the balls, causing Adams to go down.

When one of the other Alphas went to pin his legs down again, he was able to put a boot in his face, knocking him backwards. When his wrists were finally free, Gene spun around, landing a right hook to the unsuspecting private, giving him enough time to stand up, and get his bearings back. The last Alpha, Davis if he heard right, brought his fists up in hesitations, and took a timid swing at Gene’s head.

The Easy Omega was able to dodge effortlessly, and return the favor. Before seeing that the Alphas were just starting to pull themselves together, Gene booked it towards the door, and out into the hallway.

“Fuck, he’s getting away!”

Gene heard the sounds of footsteps, but didn’t even look back. He was moving like the snakes his brothers try to catch at home, taking as many turns as he could along the way. Finally, he stuck himself against the wall of a darkened corridor, becoming a shadow himself.

He heard more than saw the Alphas run past his hiding space, but he stood there, rooted to his spot, making sure there was no possibility of them coming back.

When he heard no noises for what felt like hours, but was really only five minutes, he let go of the breath he was struggling to hold in. He began to back up slowly, getting deeper into the hallway. He felt like he lost them the more he moved down, and was ready to bolt it towards the bunks, to safety, when he ran into a body behind him. The smell that engulfed him made his heart stop for a moment. He felt hands grab onto his upper arms, spin him around, and pull him in close.

‘Fuck.’

“What are you doing out past curfew, Omega?”

‘It’s Sobel.”

Gene didn’t dare look at the other, nor could he find the words to speak.

Instead of reprimanding Gene for his behavior, the Captain breathed deeply through his nose. Gene finally looked up, only to see the normal brown eyes full of condemnation be replaced by dilated pupils full of possessiveness.

“Why do I smell another Alpha on you, Omega?”

Gene shivered as he felt the other’s hand move up his face, and graze over the new cut right below Sobel’s scar.

“You think you can replace me so easily?”

The hand on his face moved down to his jaw, squeezing it tight.

“You think I’d just stand by while you flaunt this new Alpha’s sent in my face?!”

Sobel thrusted his arm forward, causing Gene to be pinned against the wall behind him. He brought his hands up to pull at the appendage around his jaw, but that only caused Sobel to hold on tighter.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, what with all these Alphas surrounding you every day. It’s just in your nature, to put out for any Alpha who asks.”

Sobel brought him closer to his face, “You should’ve been smarter, though. You should’ve known you only belong to me!”

The Alpha brought his nose down towards Gene’s neck, scenting him. With a jolt, Gene realized he wasn’t scenting his pack gland, he was going right for his bonding gland.

Gene desperately tried to pry the hand off his face, but it was no use. When Sobel was done scenting him, it felt like Gene was just consumed with the Alpha’s scent. It made him want to be sick.

“It looks like we’re going to have to lay down some new ground rules, the men are obviously too much of a distraction for you, and you’re too much of a distraction for them”

Gene’s eyes widened at the sentence. It was obvious now that Sobel thought an Easy man had molested him, and, in his mind, it was consensual.

“So until I formally claim you as my Omega, and I become the Head Alpha, your relationship with them is strictly medic and soldier, nothing more, nothing less. You will not speak to them, unless I give you permission to, or they come to you with a legitimate medical reason. You will not engage in any activities with them unless it is during training. I will not see any bonds form with these men. That is what a medic does. That is what you will do. And most importantly,” he pulled Gene in closer, so much so that Gene could smell his dinner on his breath, “you answer only to me. Are we clear?”

Gene looked down. Sobel gave him a rough shake.

“I said, are we clear?”

“...yes, sir,” Gene muttered.

Sobel smirked, “Good,” and threw him away from his body, “Go wash up, it’s a disgrace that Easy has such a dirty Omega like yourself.”

“Yes, sir,” Gene responded numbly, and headed in the directions of the showers.

When he got there, he was thankful for how empty it was, and immediately stripped out of his dirty clothes. He stepped under the pipe, not even flinching when the freezing salt water touched his skin.

He was just grateful the shower covered up the tears streaming down his face.