You, Me, and a Melody [a collection of BabeRoe songfics]
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The war is over, and as the boys of Easy Company prepare to head home, Babe Heffron and Gene Roe find themselves standing alone in an English shipyard. When the conversation takes an emotional turn, Babe finds himself wanting things he knows he can't have.
OR: “That day that Welsh got hit...I didn't even hear 'im. Didn't hear Winters hollerin', or nothin'. I was...” Gene's dark eyes flickered back and forth across the horizon, and Babe watched the gentle medic try to piece together the thoughts in his mind, try to string along the right words to say. Finally, Gene's brow furrowed and he said, simply, “He would'a died, Babe. Harry would'a died if you hadn't come got me out that hole.”
When Gene looked at him, Babe felt like Gene had just laid the burden of the whole damn world across his shoulders. The weight of that look pierced him right to his very core. Drowning in Gene's dark gaze, Babe barely heard Gene's next words, “You saved me, Babe.”
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Gene squeezed the guy's side. “Alright. Let's get you in bed.”
“You really ought'a buy me dinner first, don't ya think?”OR: Gene's at a party and sees a certain redhead in need of assistance. Cliche hurt/comfort and drunk flirting ensues.
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Babe Heffron was a slut for bad boys. That was, of course, until Gene Roe.
OR: “Yeah? Ya gonna be good to me, Gene?”
“I could be.” It was simply a matter of fact: Gene Roe could be good to Babe Heffron. Slowly—so, so motherfucking slowly; so slowly that Babe felt it creep and crawl up his spine, licking and biting and sucking, relentless and unforgiving—, Gene’s gaze flickered to meet his own. With the quiet confidence that the soulful Cajun seemed to embody, Gene dared to tell him, “If ya let me.”
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“When I go,” Gene had told Babe. “—I carry yo’ heart with me, carry it in my heart, so m’never without it.”
OR: After the war, Gene and Babe find peace together, peace in a love so profound and pure that it must be some kind of fate.
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