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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 stepped out of the shower, she had savoured the steaming hot water. She reached for her towel and began to dry herself, taking a moment to check the scars that were scattered across her body. Her freshest one was still a raw red, the remnants of a fire fight with the Taliban several months earlier. She had been hit in the leg, trying to pull one of her boys out who had been shot through the neck. Without thinking, she had run out into the middle of the open ground, right into the sights of the attacking Taliban, but all she could think about was getting the young boy out of harm’s way, he had only been in country for barely a month and attached to her section for no more than two weeks.
As she thought about the young infantry man, she felt her throat begin to tighten and swallowed hard. She sighed, quickly wiping away small tears that had begun to accumulate in the corners of her eyes, before quickly donning her underwear and bra, a fresh pair of cam pants, a singlet and sliding her feet back into her socks and boots. She gathered her things and walked out of the showers into the compound. It was only a short walk back to her cabin, but she faltered when she saw Harry walking back towards the officer’s cabins himself, shirtless and carrying his own shower gear.
She thought to dash back into the showers, but too late. He had already seen her. She pulled her toiletries up and held them in her folded arms across her chest, self conscious of the fact she was wearing only a singlet, before continuing on towards her cabin.
“Des,” Harry greeted, smiling brightly at her. As he turned to face her, she noticed he was much more muscular than his uniform let on, but his skin was very pale, she smirked a little, thinking of the typical Australian mindset on ‘rangas’. He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly. “Everything alright?”
“Peachy,” she replied, as she drew level with him. She swore she could feel eyes on her, but she tried to ignore them. “You?”
“Yeah, was great!” he answered enthusiastically. There was literally no turning this pom’s smile off. He had way too much energy for her liking.
“That’s good, well dinner goes on at 6. And you don’t want to be late, or Scotty will eat everything worth eating on us.” She gave a half hearted smile and began to move past him to her own cabin, when there was the unmistakeable sound of a rocket launcher being fired off in the distance. She turned towards the sound, wanting to confirm it before slamming the base into lock down.
Before she could, a shout went up.
“INCOMING!”
She was pitched forward forcefully from behind, falling heavily onto her stomach and feeling the breath knocked from her. A heavy weight fell onto her body, a hand pushing down on her head as there was an explosion about twenty metres away, and dirt was thrown into the air. She tried to force her head back up, but was still met with restriction. She turned her head, and found her face very close to that of Harry. He had lain over her to protect her from the incoming attack. Even with her face in the dirt, she could smell a strong, musky smell from him. With his hand on the back of her head and arm resting on her back, she could feel his strength against her.
He turned his face and their eyes met for an instant. She had never noticed how incredibly blue they were. She felt her cheeks getting hot.
“Let me up!” she shouted, elbowing him harshly.
“Sorry,” he said with a grunt, hurrying to push himself off of her and onto his feet. He reefed her up to her feet by her singlet, and she heard a ripping sound but thought nothing of it. There was more important matters at hand.
She ran to the nearest watchtower, keeping low as there was another rocket fired, it flew high and wide. The rocket was followed by rifle fire. “Jonesey! What the fuck was that?”
“Contact! Five o’clock, Des!”
“Right! Get someone up on that 50. Cal! I want that bastard brought down!” she ordered. She turned and looked back across the base. “Scotty?!”
“Right here, Des.” He appeared to her right, his rifle in hand and a radio in the other.
“Co-ordinate the counter attack.”
“On it.” He turned and started shouting on the radio, while other troops began to run to him and then into the bunkers along the base walls.
Desiree turned and ran towards the area where the rocket had hit, it had hit a small block of cabins, luckily they appeared to be empty. There was one soldier lying on the ground nearby, shrapnel appeared to have ripped up his leg. She hurried over, medics were already attending to him. “How you feeling, buddy?” she asked, kneeling by his head.
“If i’m honest, ma’am, like my legs been torn up.” He grimaced, bringing a pain to Desiree’s chest. She patted him on the shoulder, offering a small grin and hoping it was a small comfort.
She watched the medics as they worked on his leg. “We need to evac him, ma’am,” Ryall, one of her medics, said as they tried to stop the bleeding and pull out any superficial shrapnel.
“I’m on it,” she answered, and started sprinting to the communications tent. Halfway there she nearly collided with Harry. “Where have you been?” she demanded as she ran, pulling him with her.
“Was sorting out the lads to track down that asshole,” he replied. She skid to a stop and reefed open the door to the tent. A corporal was on the radio already, while a private was furiously writing out a message that was being received.
“Oi, get me an evac chopper now! One to CASEVAC, leg wounds, full of shrapnel. Losing blood fast.”
“Yes, ma’am!” the corporal shouted back, sharply. “I’ve got helicopters on the way already, ma’am!”
“Good lad,” she said, before turning and hurrying back outside. She dragged Harry with her. “What are your boys doing?”
“My sergeant and yours are co-ordinating together.”
Desiree heard a bushranger roar to life. She sprinted across the compound and saw her bushranger beginning to move off. “Oi!” She waved them down.
Scotty stuck his head out the window.“Tonk’s patrol found the guy. No word yet on whether he’s alive, wounded or dead. We’re going out to pick him up.”
“How many are you taking with you?”
“Half of Marshall’s crew are in here with me, the other half are on base security with the existing security contingent,” Scotty replied, starting to push the bushranger forward again. She noticed his eyes drift down to her chest and his eyebrows rose. “We’ve got this, Des. You can stay here and – ahem – finish changing.”
Desiree looked at him in confusion for a moment but rolled her eyes and waved him off. She figured he meant the fact she was only wearing her singlet, not completely uncommon for her, although against usual Standing Orders, but she didn’t usually take on action dressed in this manner.
She turned back to Harry. His cheeks had picked up a pink tinge, no doubt from running to and fro, he was covered in dust from head to toe, obviously from when he had tackled her to the ground when the rocket had been fired, and he was breathing heavily, slightly bent over. “How are you?” she asked, looking him up and down. He looked back at her, and she noticed his eyes drifted down too. She narrowed her eyes slightly.
“I’m fine, but...um...” he began to stammer and she noticed his cheeks were getting redder, even though he was no longer expending energy.
She looked down and found to her dismay that her singlet had ripped, exposing a large amount of her cleavage and bra. She gave a yelp in surprise and covered herself with her hands. She could feel her cheeks beginning to get hot and she shot an angry look at Harry, before turning on her heel and hurrying back to her cabin, ignoring her things strewn along the ground along the way.
She gave herself a quick clean using baby wipes, changed her top and put on her camouflage shirt, also quickly washing her face with a bottle of water to get the dirt off from when she had been slammed onto the ground.
Just the thought of him pushing her onto the ground had her gritting her teeth, it was embarrassing. Hopefully none of her men had seen him do it. She had a reputation for never needing to be protected, the last thing she needed was for that to be tarnished by the damn prince of England.
As she was redoing her hair, there was a knock on the door. She finished tying her braid before walking over and answering the door. It was Harry. She felt her face beginning to get hot again.
“Yes?” she asked, avoiding his eyes. She noticed he was holding something in his hands. It was her things that she had dropped and forgotten earlier.
“I picked these up for you,” he said holding up her laundry bag and bathroom bag. She stepped forward and took it.
“Thank you.”
“Look, sorry about before. I didn’t mean for that to happen. It was just an automatic reaction to what was happening,” he explained, his face also beginning to colour pink again. If she herself wasn’t so embarrassed she may have found it rather amusing that his face was close to becoming the same colour as his hair.
“It’s fine, forget about it.” She threw her things into her pack hurriedly. She turned back to see him waiting for her expectantly. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“Well, dinner will be on soon, I thought perhaps you would be coming along?”
She bit her lip, she was afraid of that. She sighed and nodded, knowing she had no excuse she could give, she quickly put some things away before walking back towards the door. Harry stepped back, allowing her room to step out and shut her door.
They turned and began walking across the compound, Desiree couldn’t help but remember the feeling of him lying on top of her, shielding her from the incoming rocket. As much as it annoyed her, she felt a strange thrill whenever she thought of the moment she had turned her face to see his face close to her own.
She cringed, looking away to her left, but wasn’t watching where she was going and tripped. She felt a firm hand grab her arm and right her. She looked up in surprise at Harry. He held onto her arm tightly, his face laced with concern. “You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry,” she said hastily, pulling her arm away and continuing to walk. She opened the door to the mess tent, motioning that he should enter first.
Harry smiled cheekily at her. “You just don’t want the private to see you first.” She couldn’t help but give a small smile back. He read her like a book.
*****
Harry sat down with his squad to enjoy his meal. His first day out with the Australian unit had certainly been anything but boring. He began eating his food, listening in to the conversation of his squad members around him.
One of his privates was leading the conversation. “Did you see her running around the compound with her shirt ripped open? I don’t know why she’s doing this job, with those assets she could have been earning the big bucks!” The others murmured in agreement, before they looked to Harry.
“You better divert that conversation, soldier.” Harry threw him a stern and disapproving look. “She’s a damn fine soldier, and she outranks you.” The soldiers looked awkwardly at each other, before silently continuing their meal.
Harry glanced over to the table Desiree was seated at. It was just her and Scotty. They were sitting at the back of the mess, Desiree had her feet up on the table and was leaning back in her chair, looking over the mess and discussing something. Desiree’s eye met his and she gave a small smile. Her light brown eyes always seemed to catch the light and shine a little golden. It was a little mesmerising. The words that his private said about why she was doing this job had him wondering as well. Something about her story didn't feel like he had the whole story.
He looked back to his meal and continued to eat it thoughtfully. He didn’t notice Sgt Scott appear at the end of the table. “Captain Wales, Major Kitana has requested you and Sgt Smith join us when you’re finished.”
Harry nodded, before quickly downing the rest of his meal. He took his plate back to the kitchen and headed to the back table with Desiree and Sgt Scott, but not before stopping at his squads table. “Remember, she outranks you lot.” He continued on, Timmy was already seated there, Desiree having removed her feet from the table.
“What’s going on?” he asked sitting down.
“Don’t be so hard on your boys,” Desiree said straight away and loudly. Harry cringed, sure they would hear her. She grinned at him. “Men can’t help poor instincts.”
His eyes went wide, so she had heard them. And she wasn’t bothered by the comments.
“Yeah, at least they haven’t tried to sneak a peek into her tent when she’s changing, for a dare. Funniest day ever,” Sgt Scott added, laughing hard. They looked pointedly at Jonesey who was still seated with the rest of the Australian soldiers. He rolled his eyes and ducked his head as a pen was pegged at his head by Desiree. Everyone in the mess laughed.
Harry turned to look at his own troops. “And don’t even think about it, you lot!” There were more laughs.
Desiree leaned forward, her smile fading and looking seriously between Harry and Timmy. “Right, so we managed to catch the culprit for the rocket fired into base. He was injured but nothing the medics couldn’t patch up.” Harry and Timmy nodded, that was good news. “We did a little interrogating of our own before we sent him on his way to the spooks back in Tarin Kowt, apparently they’re targeting an officer from the allied forces working this part of Afghanistan. That’s the most I could pull from him in the short time I had.”
Harry furrowed his brows and stared at her for a moment. “Wait, you interrogated him?”
“In a manner, yes.”
“But, ma’am, our ROE and the treaty-“
“I have vetting for specific parameters, outside the ROE.” She looked deadpan as she disclosed that vague piece of information. Harry looked at Timmy, who also looked as shocked as he felt, then at Sgt Scott. He looked just as deadpan as his boss.
“So...you think they found out about me?” he asked, understanding at what she was getting at.
“It is unconfirmed, and the powers that be won’t take it on until we have the name of who they’re after, in their great wisdom, which is non-existent,” she growled her last words leaning forward. She rested on her elbows.
“So what are our orders?” Timmy asked, curious as to where she was taking this conversation.
Desiree sighed, and Harry could see that the decision that was handed down was not one that she agreed with. “We move out in the morning and continue onto that village. There is hope that they will get fresh intel out of the captured operative before we leave but it’s not my hope.”
Harry leaned forward and rested on his elbows too, thinking hard. “I was told that all media was on a blackout. They don’t release anything on me until the palace gives the go ahead, if they do they risk severe consequences.”
“Well, either someone has found you outside of the media or someone’s getting a spanking from the palace,” Sgt Scott replied. Desiree narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. It was an intense look as she stared at Harry. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at her.
“This is your first deployment within country this time, right? You didn't make a visit here any time previous to this one?” she asked. He nodded. “Hmm, well for now we will have to work under the assumption it isn’t you. We will have to wait for the more thorough intel. If they had given me another half hour, I would have had it.”
She stood up and began to leave the mess, which was now empty except for them and the cooks who were busy cleaning up. “We move at 0900. Get some sleep.”
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