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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 couldn’t believe what was happening to her right now. Of all the nerve.
“Do you mind? I have work to do!” she cried incredulously, beginning to struggle to try and get down. Admittedly, she did feel quite sluggish but she had things to do and they needed to pass the information onto headquarters.
The revelation that the Taliban were actually after her and not Harry had been quite a surprise to her.
“You can work, but you can do it sitting under a tree and resting, you need to rest at least until the medics give you the all clear. And they’ll be with you once they see to the prisoners,” Scotty said appearing beside Harry.
Desiree screwed up her nose in annoyance, Scotty was supposed to be on her side, not Harry’s. She began to struggle again, and she felt Harry’s arms tighten around her. “Hey, cut that out or i’ll drop you and then you definitely won’t be doing anything for a while.”
She huffed in annoyance but stopped moving, resolving instead to helping Harry support her weight, she put an arm around his shoulder and stared at her knees. She couldn’t bear to look at his face, feeling her own face becoming quite hot. That puzzled her, perhaps it was the wound on her neck, or maybe embarrassment at her current predicament. She could feel the eyes of her squad on them both.
He soon began lowering her onto a rock, Scotty placed her pack next to it. “Take it easy, Des. We can bring the work to you. We need to finish processing the villagers for their stories anyway. Find out how this shit happened and all that.”
“Fine, get on with it. Keep me updated. And find the village elder. If there are any women who won’t talk to you, send them to me.” At least she could be useful for that.
“I need to redress your neck,” Harry said, taking his own pack off and kneeling beside her. He reached up to take his helmet and balaclava off.
Desiree quickly stayed his hand. “What the hell are you doing? Just because we’ve got the village, doesn’t mean people aren’t watching.”
Harry looked around, before continuing to take it off. “Well, apparently I’m not the target anyway.” He noticed her jaw tense at the mention of the conversation with the prisoner. “You’re more of a concern than someone recognising just another ranga, right?” He gave a small comforting smile before pulling out his medkit again and peeling off the bandages from her neck. She winced slightly as he began cleaning the wound again. Desiree huffed in annoyance and looked back down the road.
Two soldiers soon approached the pair. “Sorry it took us so long, Des.”
She recognised her medics and sighed. “That’s fine guys, how are the prisoners?”
“Well, the two have a few bruises where they were roughed up from being tackled or punched during apprehension, the sniper has a nice couple of bite marks from Banzai and a bullet wound and the guy you shot should make a full recovery although Banzai gave him a couple of fractures on his ankle. He really pissed her off when he grabbed you, i think. The British medics are taking care of the villager’s injuries. The CASEVAC is on its way for them now. Let’s take a look at your neck though so we can see if you need to go too.”
“You know that’s not happening, right, Ryall?”
“Probably, but we will give it our best shot,” Ryall replied with a wink. Harry stepped back to let them work, picking up his weapon and standing guard, putting his helmet back on.
“We have any injuries?”
“Only if you want to count Jonesey getting a splinter on his way back down the mountain with the sniper,” Martin joked. Desiree raised her eyes brows and shook her head with a sigh. Jonesey would get the most ridiculous injuries sometimes. He was a concern in any situation. It was usually hilarious though.
“You’ve done a pretty good job here, sir,” Ryall commented, checking over her wounds. “Don’t worry, Des, we will stitch you up and give you some pain killers. I know you won’t listen to us if we tell you to fly out for MEDIVAC.”
Desiree smirked, it was good to know her troops knew her well. Scotty soon returned, reading over his notes as he approached. “What you got, Scotty?”
Scotty looked up and noticed the medics stitching her up. “Ah, I can come back another time.” He stopped and began to move away again.
“Uh uh! Get over here and tell me what you found out.”
Scotty froze and looked back at her, before turning and building himself up. That wasn’t a good sign, obviously it wasn’t good news. “Ok, so far I’ve been able to ascertain that the Taliban operatives came over the mountainside and entered the village late one night, approximately three weeks ago.”
“That was about a week after we had been through, wasn’t it?”
“Give or take a day or two. They took up residence in one of the empty huts, kept to themselves mostly. The villagers weren’t too concerned by them, they just kept their distance. It wasn’t until about week later things started bothering the villagers. One of the children noticed crates being moved into the village late one night, and then the one in charge of the men came to the village elder and began ordering him to get the villages to give up their houses and food. When he refused, they rounded up all the villages and began questioning them about our last visit.”
“Like what?” Harry interrupted abruptly. Desiree had nearly forgotten he was there.
Scotty flicked through his pages for a moment before continuing. “They wanted to know what the leader looked like, what rank the people held, what vehicles and how many travelled here and if there were any women amongst them.”
“Did anyone give up that information?”
“Um, well, they didn’t, at least, until the Taliban leader shot dead the village elder. And then they threatened to do the same to the children.” Harry and Desiree stared at Scotty for a moment.
“Shit, well then, how many did they say there were?”
Scotty looked through his book again. “Eight.”
“How many did we count?” Harry asked, looking as if he was trying to figure it out in his head. Scotty looked back over to where he had come. It was too late though, Desiree had already figured the number out in her head.
“Six, we only got six! Ryall, hurry up with that stitching. Scotty, get a patrol organised and the trucks lined up. This could be a trap.”
*****
Harry hurriedly put his balaclava back on while watching his surrounds carefully. The medics had stitched Desiree up and given her some pain killers to tide her over until dark, but it didn’t matter as her adrenaline began to surge. She stood up and turned to tell Ryall to get back to the safety of the trucks when there was an explosion close to the building they were standing in front of.
“Contact!!” came the shout from the boys on overwatch. There was the sound of a rocket inbound and another explosion across the street. Harry and Desiree shielded the two medics and began ushering them towards the trucks.
“Go, go!” Desiree shouted, shoving them down the road as rifle fire started popping from all directions. Their troops started hurrying around the village, some ushering the villagers to safety, others moving to return fire.
Harry turned to look towards the direction that the rocket had come. “It’s coming from the mountainside!” he shouted through his radio. He began returning fire towards a muzzle flash he spotted on the mountainside. Desiree crept in alongside him, trying to make out the enemy positions.
“Aye, sir! They’re in the drainage ditches that run along the mountainside too! The CAD is trying to give us an indication but she’s pinned down by rifle fire,” one of the British troops responded.
“I’m on my way!” Desiree shouted, hearing that Banzai was in trouble. She turned and went to run by Harry, but in that moment she heard the tell-tale sound a rocket had been fired.
“Watch out!” shouted Harry and ran after her, tackling her to the ground. They landed with a thud just as the rocket struck the building beside them and caused a massive explosion. Desiree could feel the vibrations shake her to her core as he put his entire body over hers. They were showered with debris.
Her ears were ringing and she felt shaky as Harry began to lift his body weight off of her, checking to make sure she was ok. He too, seemed a little shaky, but he struggled to help her to her feet in a hurry, she shrugged him off, raising her weapon and ready to fire. They both hurried to the corner of a nearby building, trying to spot the rockets origin.
“How do you feel about drawing fire?” Harry asked, peeking around the corner towards the mountain, only to receive a volley of bullets into the wall, causing him to leap back while Desiree watched the other entry to the alley they stood in.
“Don’t need to ask me twice,” she said, tightening her helmet before turning and sprinting past him. Sure enough another rocket and some rifle fire was trained on her but she was too quick this time, disappearing in a straight line into the opposite alley. Harry saw the rocket fire and began firing at the insurgent who had hidden behind a well placed and camouflaged rock formation. Desiree turned and saw Harry fire a short burst, then waiting and watching again as she got to her feet and crept back to the corner of the building, careful to watch her back too. She watched and waited carefully, and as they had suspected a second insurgent tried to run out and pick up the rocket launcher. Harry fired again several times, and the second insurgent fell forward and lie still.
“Two down, are you okay, Des?”
“Yep!” She fired down her alleyway, shooting dead an insurgent who had appeared at the other end. “Can i get a SITREP on Banzai please?” she asked, moving to the end of the alley and peering around the corner, while Harry did the same at the other end of his.
“We’ve managed to free her up and she’s currently moving in an easterly direction along the adjacent drainage ditch. I think she is trying to flank them.”
“Right, i’m moving to flank from the opposite direction, are they the only ones left? In the drainage ditch?”
“Seems that way, Des.” Sgt Scott replied. He was panting slightly. “By my count, I would say there are at least ten though. And-“ he was cut off by rapid fire from the direction of the ditch. “Shit! They’ve got a couple of machine guns set up!”
“How the fuck did we miss that?” Desiree demanded. She motioned to Harry to follow her, as she ran past him. They skirted the edge of the buildings, careful to keep low so the insurgents in the drainage ditches wouldn’t see them.
“Which one are they in?” Harry asked, noticing several ditches criss-crossing the field in front of them.
“They’re inside the ditch that runs directly adjacent to the base of the mountain, I’ll throw smoke.” One of Harry’s troops lobbed a smoke canister towards the mountain. White smoke began issuing from it and the insurgents opened fire, clearly unsure of what the purpose was for. “Ditch is north of the smoke canister, sir.”
“Roger that, Captain Wales and I are entering and travelling in the ditch that intersects with that one, far right side.”
“Des, Banzai is now in that ditch, stalking in a westerly direction towards you,” Sgt Scott warned before he opened fire again.
“Roger that.”
Harry and Desiree carefully and quickly picked their way down the ditch, stopping once they crossed paths with their target ditch. Desiree looked around the corner, she could hear the machine gun fire further down the drainage ditch, but couldn’t see the machine gun post. She motioned to Harry for them to go low and slow.
She moved out, carefully and quietly. She could just make out the quiet ping of her wrist device. It was slowly increasing in pace which meant that Banzai was getting closer. The sound of the machine gun firing peaked again, as did the return fire.
She soon stopped as the drain began to bend slightly to the right, silencing her wrist device. From the sound, the first machine gun post was right around the corner. She slung her rifle and pulled out her handgun. She motioned to Harry, telling him to stick to her back and be ready to open fire with his rifle. He acknowledged her order and she turned and took a deep breath.
She dove out, landing on the ground, her side arm aimed and ready. She shot the gunner first, before shooting his spotter that was crouched to his right. She wasn’t expecting the third person crouched to the shooters left, who was holding a rifle. He turned his aim onto her, but Harry fired first, shooting him dead. She scrambled to her feet, before inspecting the machine gun.
It was a portable machine gun. She gave a small smirk.
“We’ve taken the first post, three insurgents down. How far to the next post?” Harry asked, crouching and checking the insurgents at their feet to see if they were dead or carrying any extra weapons or intel.
“Approximately one hundred metres further down the ditch, sir.”
“Can you carry this thing?” Desiree asked. Although she was strong, he had height over her as well as strength. He nodded, slinging his rifle over his back and picking up the portable machine gun.
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Harry moved ahead of Desiree, crouching, walking and carrying a machine gun was cumbersome, but he knew it would be much better to be on even ground weapon wise against their enemy. He could hear the enemy firing ahead of them, he guessed about fifty metres, around another bend in the ditch. He could hear his and Desiree’s men firing on the insurgents in the ditch, unlike their enemy, their firing pattern sounded much more reserved.
“You’re about thirty metres away now, sir,” Sgt Scott said. Harry heard Desiree switch her rifle over to action as they continued to creep forward. He readied his aim while Scotty continued to count down the distance. “Ten metres, round this bend, sir.”
Harry looked back to check on Desiree, she gave him a curt nod of approval. Harry stood and ran the remainder of the distance and propped himself against the wall of the ditch, firing the machine gun towards the insurgents, holding the weapon in one hand and firing with the other, letting the machine gun free load itself.
He had gunned down three of the insurgents, only to find there was a fourth at the post. Just as he was about to direct his gun fire towards the remaining insurgent, the machine gun he held jammed. The insurgent began to turn his aim, still firing it wildly, seeming to be moving in slow motion. Harry dropped the machine gun to switch to his handgun, but he could tell he wouldn’t be able to pull it out in time to avoid the insurgent’s shots. Before he could move, or even fire his own weapon a bullet whizzed to his right by a few metres, and then he felt himself pulled roughly backwards, and Desiree stood in front of him.
Harry saw her take a hit in her left shoulder as the insurgent rounded on her, but she stood her ground and fired a single shot. Harry watched as the insurgent took the shot in the forehead, his head flying backwards and a red mist spraying outwards.
“Holy shit,” he heard Timmy breathe through the radio as the insurgent fell to the ground.
Desiree turned around to look at Harry. He was surprised to find her eyes cold and there was no emotion showing on her face except for the dark, coldness in her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, ma’am” Harry said automatically, without thinking. She narrowed her eyes at him, making him gulp.
“Come on,” she said, offering him a hand up before crouching again and beginning to move off, switching to her rifle raising it in front of her. Harry clambered to his feet, grabbing his rifle from his back and following her.
“Des, you okay? I thought I saw you get shot?” Sgt Scott demanded over the radio.
“Don’t worry about it. How far away am I?”
“Another thirty metres, Banzai is waiting on the other side for a chance to take a bite, I think. She’s been indicating for a while. I’m guessing there must be a couple in there if she hasn’t taken the opportunity to jump in yet.”
“Roger.”
She stopped and took a knee where they were and turned to face Harry, rolling up her sleeve to show the wrist device he had noticed earlier. It was pinging steadily, a small light flashing in a corner of the screen. “By my calculation there should be three left,” Harry said in a low voice.
Desiree nodded, rolling her sleeve back down and turning to face him as she looked around the ditch. “That’s if the boys gave us the right numbers,” she murmured.
Harry noticed blood starting to seep into her uniform on her right arm. “How bad is that?”
“Couldn’t tell you to be honest. But how about you try not to let yourself get caught out again. I’ll lead this time.” She turned back to face down the ditch and began creeping forward again. He had to admit, she was probably the toughest woman he had ever met. “Banzai is waiting on the other side of this post, most likely for an opportunity to take down, so watch your firing.”
“Right.”
They began readying their weapons while the machine gun post continued to fire. “They’re about ten metres ahead, sir,” one of the British troops warned. Desiree meaningfully looked down as she switched her rifle to action. Harry and Desiree’s eyes met as they both prepped to launch one more time. Before they could begin taking the last post, Desiree was grabbed from behind, an insurgent must have clued onto the fact that the other two posts had stopped firing and had come down to investigate. “The infidel wench!”
“Ma’am!” the British troops cried out.
“Ah, fuck,” Harry heard Sgt Scott mutter. “Covering fire!” The men within the village and within the fields opened fire, trying to draw the remainder of the insurgents attention away from the fight within the ditch.
The insurgent latched onto Desiree, his one arm pinned around her neck, and the other grabbing the muzzle of her rifle, holding it down so she couldn’t turn it around onto him. Harry hurried forward to try and help her, knowing he couldn’t shoot while the insurgent had hold of her, but to his surprise and great pain he was met with her boot as she kicked back at him, causing him to fall backwards heavily.
When he looked back up, he saw her struggling with the insurgent, one hand still had hold of her rifle, the other arm she thrust backwards, hitting him in his solarplexes. He still didn’t release her, so she struck out again, this time aiming for his groin. She was on target and even Harry cringed at the sight of the blow, it was a hard hit. The insurgent loosened his grip just enough so that she could twist herself around and pull out her side arm.
Harry took the opportunity to scramble to his feet. “Banzai!” he shouted, running past Desiree as she flipped the insurgent over her and shot him in the chest. As he rounded the corner, the spotter had his rifle raised and opened fire straight away. Harry ducked and flung himself against the wall of the ditch again, opening fire himself. His rifle switched over to semi automatic and fired several times into the insurgent. The insurgent stopped firing and slumped to the ground.
The machine gunner, meanwhile, had turned his attention to Harry as well, but Banzai had taken Harry’s call as it was meant to be taken; her chance to take down the gunner. She had charged into the ditch and latched onto the gunners arm, shaking it ferociously with her teeth sinking in deeply into his arm. The gunner struck out, trying to hit her, but she was relentless.
Finally, after he had killed the spotter for the gunner, Harry stood and ran forward, aiming his rifle at the gunner. “Stop! Hurt the dog and I will shoot you!” he ordered. The gunner stopped hitting Banzai but still kept yelling.
“Get this mutt off me!” he shouted and cried hysterically.
“Banzai, stop, release!” Harry shouted, but Banzai did not respond, continuing to hold onto the insurgent’s arm. “Banzai, let him go!” Harry shouted, turning his eyes to look at the dog. She eyed him off in confusion but did not let go, although stopped shaking his arm.
There was a scuffling behind him and Desiree appeared, there was blood all over her uniform and her neck was bleeding again. “Banzai, release.” With that, the dog let go of the gunner’s arm, but then proceeded to bark at him.
“We have one prisoner down here, you guys need to get out there and make one hundred percent sure there is no one else out here this time,” Harry ordered, pushing the man to the ground as he tried to sit up.
“I’m on my way to you, the squads are heading out to sure up the perimeters,” Timmy replied, in the background Harry could hear Sgt Scott bellowing out orders. He sounded pretty peeved.
“Get those two medics down here too. And tell Sgt Scott he might want to get on the radio to headquarters and update them on the situation out here. I think it’s gotten past serious now.”
“Roger, sir,” came Sgt Scott’s response.
Harry looked at Banzai who was still eyeing off the prisoner malevolently. Harry used that opportunity to check him for any more weapons, before making him lie on his stomach on the ground with his head down. Timmy soon appeared over the top of the ditch, followed by Sgt Scott. “Sort him out,” Harry ordered, before turning and hurrying over to Desiree.
She was leaning heavily against the side of the ditch, her face was pale and the arm of her shirt was soaked with blood. Harry could see blood seeping onto the bandages on her neck too and more blood on her pants, although he wasn’t sure if it was her own or someone else’s.
“Desiree, how you feeling? Where is the most pain coming from?” he demanded beginning to pull out his medkit again. On closer inspection, he noticed one of her eyes was beginning to swell and she had a cut lip.
“I’m looking right at him,” she murmured, looking back at him coldly. Harry scoffed as he dug into his med kit for alcohol wipes, bandages and scissors. He admired that she could still be witty at a time like this. She slid down into a seated position, trying to slip her webbing and rifle off.
Harry reached forward towards her chest. Her hand reached up quickly and grabbed his hand roughly, she glared at him for a moment. He met her eyes and saw they were no longer cold, but full of alarm and concern. “I’m just going to grab the quick release on your webbing,” he said softly. She looked at him dubiously but let his hand go. He grabbed the buckles and released the straps. He could see the relief in her face at no longer being restricted by the cumbersome webbing. “Do you know where you’ve been hit?”
“Left shoulder, I think a bullet grazed my left thigh and I may have got some shrapnel in my right shoulder from the blast earlier.”
“Well, I just need to cut your over-shirt off,” he said, pulling out the scissors. Before he could do anything, she had reached across and grabbed him roughly by his shirt and pulled him closer to her. He stopped himself with his hands on either side of her head, stopping barely centimetres from her face. She looked down at his arm and then at his chest, it was only then that he noticed a searing pain in his arm and some small scattered pain across his chest. He looked down to see his shirt was starting to seep with blood too.
“What the hell? Medic!” she shouted urgently. “I told you to stick close to me and not get hurt! Damn it!”
“It’s fine, they’re only small. Let me deal with you, your’s are bigger and much more life-threatening, you’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“I’m not apart of the bloody monarchy!” she retorted. He ignored her and went to cut her shirt again, only for her to grab his hand this time and stop it.
The medics finally appeared above the ditch, looking down and seeing her stopping him from cutting open her shirt. “What’d ya do this time, ma’am?” Ryall joked. When he saw the pale colour of her face and look of concern on Harry’s face he quickly dropped into the ditch, Martin dropping in beside him.
Ryall snatched the scissors from Harry and began to hurriedly cut away Desiree’s over-shirt, exposing her singlet, while Martin began pulling supplies out of his med bag. Underneath they found the bullet had lodged inside her shoulder. She had suffered some light shrapnel wounds to her neck and left side of her body and the stitches had ripped open from her sudden movements and being crash tackled by Harry.
While they patched up Desiree, Harry sat back and leant on the opposite wall of the ditch. Banzai appeared beside him, sitting and watching the medics work on Desiree. “Gees, Banzai, anyone would think you were used to seeing this scene.”
“She is,” Cpl Jones said, appearing above him on the edge of the ditch. “It’s not a good operation unless Major Kitana gets shot up with bullets or shrapnel a few times. It’s just lucky for us she’s a quick healer.”
“Corporal Jones,” Desiree said, screwing up her face as the medics dug into her shoulder.
“Yes, Major Kitana?” addressing her formally as she had done to him, a sly smile on his face.
“Kindly, shut up.” Cpl Jones looked surprised and then worried, before moving further down the ditch.
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