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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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Desiree looked around the compound. A stale breeze blew in over the wall and lifted the dust, forming a little dust tornado that spun through the open section of the compound. She watched as a few of the diggers shielded their eyes from it. She sighed as she closed the door to her cabin behind her. She turned left and headed for the mess hall, careful to keep her eyes down as another breeze blew through. A loose strand of her light brown hair blew into her mouth and she spat it out in disgust.
“Ma’am,” a digger nodded curtly to her. She returned the nod, the one good thing about being on operations was no one would dare salute her. It was too risky in the event a sniper might have been watching. She stepped into the mess hall, breathing in the smell of bacon and eggs.
The cook at the end of the hot point smiled. “Morning, ma’am!” he said brightly.
She smiled back. “Morning Whitey, you know i’ve told you this many times. Don’t call me ma’am before nine.”
“Sorry, ma’am, there’s some unfamiliar rank in this morning,” he mumbled looking sideways into the dining area. Desiree raised her eyes brows in surprise. For the last three months, apart from the base CO and an odd intelligence officer passing through, she had been the highest ranking officer at the rank of Major on base.
Her gaze followed that of the cook’s. She noticed some different camouflage prints. “Oh, the Brits are in are they?”
“Not just any Brits, ma’am.” Before he could explain he was called back into the kitchen by his sergeant. “Sorry, ma’am. Eggs won’t cook themselves.” He nodded to Desiree before heading back inside the kitchen.
She picked up a plate and began loading it with food, and moved to go and sit in an empty area until she noticed her squad were altogether in the back of the mess hall, they waved her towards them. She diverted and moved towards their table.
Before she was even half way there, a chair was pushed out in front of her. Desiree jumped sideways trying to avoid them, but her juice sloshed down the front of her shirt. There were gasps all around the mess hall as the cold juice seeped into her shirt.
“Shit.” She looked up exasperated and angry as the person stood before her.
“Jesus, i’m so sorry about that,” came a heavy British accent. She looked into the face incredulously.
“What the actual fuck, man?” she said, slamming her plate down on a nearby table, so she could untuck her shirt to stop the juice seeping into the rest of her clothes. There were more gasps. She looked up as the sergeant from her squad, Scotty, walked over hurriedly.
“Alls well, right, ma’am?” he pressed, trying to usher her away.
“Does it really look like alls well, Scotty?” she demanded furiously, before looking back at the surprised face of the British soldier. He looked utterly bewildered, why she couldn’t understand. Did he really expect her to be ok with wearing a full glass of juice.
“Ma’am, seriously, all is well!” Scotty urged again, putting himself between her and the Brit. She scanned the Brit for a name, as they were on operations they weren’t permitted to wear their rank visibly. Wales.
“Watch it next time, Wales,” she sneered. She grabbed the bacon off her plate and returned the plate to the kitchen before storming back out of the mess hall to her cabin. She scoffed down her pieces of bacon, before changing her shirt. She threw her juice drenched shirt into her laundry bag and grabbed her chest rig, helmet and body armour as she walked back out into the soft hues of the rising sun.
She breathed in the clean air of the morning. Trucks weren’t moving yet so the dust was fairly well settled, so long as the breeze didn’t blow again. She slung her chest rig over her shoulder and strode across the compound to the briefing room. When she got there it was empty, as everyone was still at breakfast, so she walked through to the CO’s office.
“Morning, sir,” she said. LT Col. Graham looked up from his paperwork.
“Morning, Desiree,” he replied, giving a small smile. She could see he seemed stressed about something. He looked at the clock on his wall. “Is it already that time? I thought you would have still been at breakfast?”
“I was, it was abruptly ended by a careless pom.” She scowled at the thought of her drenched shirt in the mess hall in front of the diggers.
Graham looked surprised. “Oh, I see you’ve met the poms already. Shame it wasn’t the best of meetings, you’ll be going out on patrol with them for a few days.”
Desiree groaned, making the Lt. Col laugh. “That’d be right, wouldn’t it? Any other details i should know about this patrol?”
“You mean aside from the obvious?” Desiree looked at him slightly confused. The obvious being take down the Taliban and Al-Qaeda?
“I guess so?”
“Just keep it safe out there. If you can avoid contacts and fire fights the better. Last thing we need on our hands is that kind of a mishap on our watch.”
“Yes, sir.”
They heard the door to brief room open and several pairs of boots on the wooden floors. Desiree turned and walked back out into the brief room. Her squad stood fast before her. “At ease, sit down.”
“Ma’am,” Scotty stepped forward. “You all good?” He seemed tentative. Her trusty sergeant knew how dangerous she could be if she was put off side. He had seen her turn on many an enemy or unknowing digger.
“Fine, thanks, Scotty.” The squad moved and sat down in the middle of the brief room. Desiree sat at the front of her squad with her back to the door of the brief room. She didn’t notice the Brits arrive.
“Everyone here yet?” Lt Col Graham called from his office. Desiree looked around, noticing the Brits for the first time, she scowled and stood up.
“Yes, sir. Platoon, stand fast!” she ordered. Her squad and the Brits stood, tall and rigid. She looked around at her squad, careful only to move her eyes as the Lt Col strode out from his office. They made her very proud.
“Thank you, at ease. Have a seat.” Graham moved to the board and flipped it over. On the other side was some surveillance footage from the satellites. She noticed that they were moving through areas her squad had already cleared several weeks ago. She said nothing though, she knew better than to question Graham. If he was sending them back in there then it was for a reason. She wrinkled her nose in annoyance anyway and looked over at the Brits. She spotted Wales, making her scowl before turning her attention back to Graham.
She was trying to pay attention but she could feel several pairs of eyes on her. Usually it wouldn’t bother her, but it meant they weren’t paying attention to the Lt Col’s brief. She looked to her right side and spotted Wales and some of his men staring at her.
She glared at them, cocking her head to the side, mentally challenging them to keep staring at her. They quickly looked away. She smirked and turned her attention back to the Lt Col.
“Everyone got that? Any questions?”
“I do have one, sir,” a thick British accent spoke up. Desiree and her squad looked in their direction in surprise. It was Wales. Graham motioned towards him.
“Certainly, Captain Wales, what can I help you with?” Desiree looked back at Graham in surprise. There was a hint of admiration in the Lt Col’s voice. Usually if any of her squad had a question to raise he’d throw a joke their way, but he was incredibly formal towards the Captain.
“Not wanting to sound out of place, I know this is your command. But,” he looked at Desiree. “Why is the major here?”
Desiree looked gobsmacked. She began to seeth, and was about to stand up and start shouting at the Captain, if it weren’t for Scotty putting a hand on her shoulder and one of her Corporals standing in front of her.
The British troops all looked stunned at her reaction. The captain in particular.
“Major Kitana is head of A squadron. She will be leading the patrol,” Graham replied simply.
“Oh, my apologies. I wasn’t aware Australia had allowed women in frontline roles, especially not one so far in the front line.”
“Major Kitana is the first and only woman to be allowed on the front line. She was a part of a special program during the changes in the roles for women in the Australian Defence Force, it had a 99% fail rate. Major Kitana here was the only to pass, she was also able to pass the SAS selection course and has undergone their training and is one of our most highly trained, and most dangerous might i add, female officers. Something i suggest you and your squad keep in mind. The last thing you want to do is piss her off. She’s got a quick temper, in case you can’t tell.”
Desiree glared at the British squad, her corporal had taken a position between her and them, for their safety, no doubt.
“Sorry, sir, we had no idea.”
“Of course not, it was top secret!” Desiree sneered. “Above your pay grade and all that.”
“Major, leave it,” Lt Col Graham ordered. Desiree sneered but turned her attention back to him. “Right, play nice kids. You’re saddling up at 0900, so you’ve got an hour and a half to prep and mount up on your assigned Bushrangers. Take it easy out there, no unnecessary casualties.” He said the last to Desiree.
Everyone stood fast as Graham left the room. Once he left, Desiree strode from the room, ignoring the looks from the Brits and the protests of her squad.
She began loading up her pack and double checking her chest rig. She sat down and wrote a quick email to her sister, the only person who knew where she was and her role. Her sister served in the navy in a support role, although Desiree was certain that if she had tried for the program she would have at least made it to the role of a combat officer.
There was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” she shouted, her hand automatically reaching for her side arm, hanging from her chair.
“Captain Wales,” an annoyingly familiar, thick British voice answered. She huffed, strapping her holster to her leg before answering the door.
“What can i do for you, Captain?” she asked sullenly.
He looked her up and down before looking slightly embarrassed. “I came to apologise for my behaviour earlier, i was completely out of line,” he said, seemingly apprehensive. She narrowed her eyes at him, there had to be a catch.
“Forget about it,” she said waving it off. She grabbed her pack and slung it onto her back, picked up her M4 rifle before stepping out from her room. Captain Wales stepped back, giving her room.
“It was very disrespectful of me, I was just surprised because I hadn’t been made aware.”
She looked at him curiously. “You say that like you should have,” she replied, beginning to walk towards the vehicle depot.
Captain Wales followed her. “Well, considering my position i thought i may have at least had it mentioned at some stage, I mean, the Queen would have had to have approved it?” He looked to her for confirmation.
“And why does that mean you would need to have been made aware? It was top secret after all, and we all know how ruthless the English media can be,” Desiree replied. “Even the Queen would have known she couldn’t disclose information to anyone.” She looked at him with furrowed brows. ‘Why are we even talking about the bloody queen right now? Do the Brits have her on speed dial these days or something?’
The Captain looked surprised and slightly confused. Desiree ignored the look and kept walking. He hurried to catch up. “Well, since we’ll be working in the field together, I see no reason in keeping things so formal. God knows it probably won’t be out there.”
“I’m not expecting much excitement. We cleared that region two weeks ago, so unless they’ve moved back in, I see this as being one of our easier patrols.”
“Really?”
Desiree nodded as they walked through the gates, nodding to the guards on duty. They stared as they passed through, it wasn’t odd but she thought after two months there everyone would have gotten used to seeing her around by now.
“Well, I’ll go sort out my squad and get us mounted up.”
“I’ll be over soon with our route plan in about ten minutes.”
“Roger that, ma’am.”
“Call me Des, Captain.”
“Only if you call me, H,” the Captain replied with a cheeky grin. Desiree raised an eyebrow.
“H?”
“You know, for Harry?”
“Ah, of course.” She rolled her eyes before turning away. He was acting like she already knew him well, but she figured it was a British thing. Desiree continued onto her Bushranger, where some of her squad were waiting.
“Ma’am, everything alright between you and Captain Wales?” Scotty asked, concerned.
“Everything is fine, mate. You guys ready?” she asked, throwing her pack into the back of the Bushranger for one of her diggers to load up into the overhead compartment, with everyone else’s.
“Of course. What did he say to you?” one of her Corporals, Jonesey, asked appearing from the front of the Bushranger.
“He apologised and shit,” she answered, waving it off. “Why are you guys so interested anyway? He’s not the first loser to question my abilities and whether i should be on combat missions, you guys are usually busy laughing at their mistake, not showing concern.”
Scotty and Jonesey looked at each other, a look of slight amusement on their faces.
“Des, you do realise who the Captain is right? He’s not exactly just some loser...” Scotty began.
Desiree looked at Scotty in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Oh my god! Ma’am, you seriously don’t know who he is?” Jonesey asked incredulously.
Desiree looked over to the British Coyotes, where the Brits were loading up and doing their equipment checks. She saw H jump down from the back of his Coyote, he didn’t have a cap on and his bright red hair made him stand out. He was taller than a lot of his men, wirey looking. His face vaguely reminded her of someone but she couldn’t place it. She looked back to Jonesey and Scotty. “Nope.”
“Des, that’s Prince Harry, you know? Princess Diana and Prince Charles? Royal family? Queen Elizabeth?” Desiree’s jaw dropped and she stared at Scotty.
“Uh, I’ll take that as you didn’t know,” Jonesey said and burst out laughing. “Oh good god! How are you even a girl, ma’am? I thought all women’s ovaries started working overtime whenever Prince Harry or William set foot in a room.”
Desiree pinched Jonesey’s arm. “Get back to work and get the maps out for me. We need to organise our route and convoy plan.” Jonesey laughed before climbing back into the Bushranger, while Desiree moved off with Scotty to check with the rest of the squad in their second Bushranger. Jonesey joined them with the maps and they began discussing the route they would take. Desiree consulted her EOD specialists for ideas on where to avoid.
Captain Wales and his Sergeant soon joined them. “So what’s the plan, ma’am?” Harry asked, looking at her expectantly.
Desiree nodded to her men, before picking up the map and walking away, motioning for the two Brits to follow her. “We’ll be travelling north, EOD will be travelling ahead, keeping an eye out just in case any enemy have gotten cunning and figure we will be coming back for a look see some time.”
“Did you want us to send ours ahead too?”
“Of course, the more eyes the better,” she headed over to their Coyotes. She laid out the map on the bonnet.
“Oi, lads! Get over here for briefing,” the Sergeant shouted. The Brits piled out of the Coyotes and crowded around the bonnet Des had her map on. She began explaining the route and objectives to the Brits.
“Ma’am, you said your squad has already been through and cleared it in the past two weeks,” Harry asked. Des raised her eye brows to his query. “Do you think it possible enemy forces could have moved back in?”
“Of course it’s possible, I would be surprised if they had because there is no real strategic advantage to the location, although the locals are always helpful in the region. It’s possible we can come out with some good intel though.” She looked amongst the men that surrounded her for confirmation everyone understood the information. “We good?”
“Yes, ma’am” they replied in unison.
“Right, mount up, let’s get this over with,” she ordered, turning back to her own vehicles.
“Not so fast, Major,” came a shout. The Lt Col came running out to the truck. “I need you in my office now. Important call for you to take.”
Desiree dismounted quickly, following Lt Col Graham back into his office. He sat down and turned his laptop around.
She looked into the screen, to be greeted by an elderly woman, her hair was grey, nearly white even and she wore glasses. Desiree recognised the face immediately.
“You’re majesty, may I introduce to you, Major Desiree Kitana, Captain Wales commanding officer for the next couple of weeks.”
Desiree snapped off a salute quickly.
“At ease, Major. I have but a few words for you, I know you’re in a hurry. Please, do whatever you have to, keep my grandson safe. I have high expectations of him, but I also need him to get this silly trip out of his system so he can focus on the royal duties he has ahead.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Desiree answered. Great, now she really couldn’t stuff this up.
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