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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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  Soon Desiree was patched up, the medics moved onto Harry, his wounds were only superficial but he could see Desiree was scolding herself internally for his injuries. She got up gingerly, Banzai followed her out of the ditch. Ryall had not suggested a MEDIVAC, but Harry suspected he was speaking from experience by not offering the suggestion.
“Oi,” Harry said to the medics cleaning his shrapnel wounds, they looked up expectantly. “What’s the story with the Major?”
“What do you mean, sir?” Martin asked, a look of slight confusion on his face as he cleaned up the wound on Harry’s arm.
“Why is she here? Surely she’s got a family or something back home she should be with?”
“Major Kitana? Don’t let her hear you say something like that. No one knows anything about her personal life. No one’s ever gotten close enough to her to find out anything. That dog is the only one that knows what she is like outside the army, which in itself is surprising because CADs aren’t usually allowed off base and into the public domain.”
“How come she’s allowed out?”
“Because Major Kitana is that good a handler and soldier. You saw it yourself, she just knows when she’s needed, and Banzai is just totally in sync with her. That wrist tracking device? Her design.” Harry raised his eye brows in surprise. She had designed the device that she used to track her CAD herself. “It’s now in place for all CAD handlers.”
Ryall finished taping up his wounds. “You’re good to go, sir. Hopefully we move out soon, because we need to get Major Kitana back to HQ. In reality, she should be MEDIVAC, but she’s a pain in the ass to get on a chopper.”
“How so?”
“Martin got a black eye last time.”
“And we didn’t even get her on the damn chopper,” Martin whined. They climbed out of the ditch and walked back to the village where the trucks were waiting.
*******
After a few hours of waiting for confirmation from headquarters, they turned their trucks and headed back. They weren’t going to make it back to headquarters by nightfall, but they would make it to base alpha.
Desiree was being forced to sit in the back of her Bushranger, Banzai laid at her feet. Desiree felt lightheaded from the drugs the medics had injected her with, but they didn’t seem to be working. She felt hot and the wounds hurt more with every bump they hit. She groaned as they hit another pothole.
Martin, who had swapped with one of her combat diggers, sat beside her and grabbed a hold of her wrist, checking her pulse. “Des, you really should let us get you on a chopper.”
She threw him a dirty look, before leaning her head back against the side of the truck.
As the sun finally set, they crossed into the compound of Base Alpha. The medics came to Desiree’s Bushranger, joined by Harry. She groaned when she saw him.
“You know it’s actually refreshing to have ladies react to me like that,” Harry joked as Martin and Ryall helped her down out of the Bushranger.
“I wouldn’t be calling Des a Lady, unless you want her boot in your mouth,” Ryall said, supporting her.
“Oh please, you probably love the fawning teeny boppers and old ladies,” Desiree replied, she bit her lip as another surge of pain shot threw her arm and neck.
“Have those pain killers kicked in, Des?” Ryall asked, looking at her with concern as they steadied her onto her feet.
“They’ve taken the edge off, if that’s what you mean?” she replied.
“Well, I would like to get the doc to give you a shot of something more potent, if I can?” Ryall asked hesitantly.
Desiree shot him a filthy look, she knew what he was thinking. He wanted to knock her out, he had done it before. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the last time you gave me ‘something more potent’, Ryall. I will not have you knocking me out again.” She began to limp away, followed by Banzai.
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea,” Harry piped up. Desiree stopped and turned to look at him. “A good night’s rest will do wonders, i’m sure.”
“And what if the base is attacked overnight? There’s no chance I’m coming to, I won’t be able to take charge of returning fire or hunting down the culprits, not to mention defending myself.” Desiree couldn’t believe Harry even had the hide to suggest this, who did he think he was?
“I’m sure Sgt Scott is more than capable of organising your troops, I can also organise my own to take care of that. And if you’re that worried about an attack, I’ll rouse you if something happens straight away,” Harry reasoned.
Desiree’s jaw dropped to argue again, the two medics not saying anything but she could see the slightest of smirks on their faces. Scotty appeared from the back of the Bushranger.
“You know he’s right, Des?” he said, carrying her pack out. “We can take care of this, you need to rest.”
Desiree straightened and puffed out her chest indignantly. “I’m feeling very ganged up on, right now. Ryall, you are not giving me anything to knock me out.” Everyone around looked disgruntled. “But, I will take some Panadeine Forte for after dinner, it has the effect of knocking me out anyway, I won’t need anything stronger.”
She watched as everyone seemed to have a sense of slight relief. Harry turned to look at her. “I can keep watch on your room if it will make you feel better, Des.”
Desiree looked at him in disbelief. “Like that would ever make me feel better,” she shot back with a sneer, Harry’s face faltered, as if he was not sure if that was her idea of a joke or a serious comment on her behalf. “No, that’s fine. I don’t need a babysitter.” Ryall checked his watch, as if trying to turn the conversation elsewhere he muttered something about the time. “What was that, private?”
“Oh, i said we should change and clean your bandages, Des, and you should have a shower too, stop any other bacteria on you getting into the wound,” he answered hastily. Desiree hated people mumbling around her, and all her troops knew that. She eyed off each of them, before motioning for Scotty to follow her to a cabin.
                A half hour later, she was enjoying a hot shower. The steaming hot water hit and relaxed her aching, tense muscles, although it stung her cuts and abrasions, she didn’t care. She was glad to have all the blood and dirt off her skin.
She stepped out of the shower gingerly, trying not to slip on the wet floor before quickly and carefully dressing before stepping out of the bathroom. Outside, she found Harry, standing shirtless again, talking to Ryall, whose arms were full of bandages and ointments.
“Seriously, Ryall, couldn’t you have waited a little longer?” she asked in annoyance, setting herself to try and walk down the stairs. Harry hurried over, offering her a hand. She screwed her nose up in annoyance. She tried not to look at his chest, but his pale white skin, defined abs and well built chest made it hard not to. “H, just FYI, it’s against base SOs to get around without a shirt on.” He smirked and took her hand anyway, helping her to traverse the stairs. She felt her face getting hot.
Ryall raised his eye brows in response to mention of SOs, she knew why too. Technically, it was against SOs to wear only a singlet, cut up old cams to make shorts and sun bake, but these were things she let her men do on occasion, even sometimes joining in with them.
“Sorry,” Harry replied, once she was safely down the stairs. “I’ll rectify that ASAP.” He disappeared to his cabin, while Desiree limped back to her room with Ryall beside her.
Night was well established by the time Ryall had finished re-dressing all her wounds. “I’m worried about the one on your neck, Des. I reckon that knife must have been filthy, and although I’ve cleaned it, bacteria may have already gotten into it.”
“I’ll keep an eye on it.” It was probably that wound that was bothering her most at the moment, and she could understand his concern. The Taliban were filthy bastards at the best of times, so who knows what that knife had on it before it cut her neck.
“Here, antibiotics and Panadeine Forte. You need to take them with food though. Do you want me to go and see if the cooks can bring you something to eat before they finish up for the night?”
Before Desiree could turn him down, Harry’s voice spoke up. “No need, I went and got her something.” He appeared in the doorway, no longer shirtless, carrying two platefuls of food and two cups.
“I’ll leave you to it then, Des. Sir.” With a big grin on his face, Ryall left the cabin. Desiree sighed.
“Hope you don’t mind me joining you, figured you could use some company,” he said, putting the plates down on the desk.
She sighed, but shrugged her shoulders. At the very least she should be grateful he thought of her. “Sure, why not.” She watched as he pulled out cutlery and salt and pepper canisters from different pockets in his cam pants, passing them to her. “Who knew that many pockets would be so useful when they designed these uniforms?” she joked, as he pulled out napkins as well.
“I know, right? Perfect size for all essentials, I tell you.” He passed her a plate. She saw that it was filled with a decent piece of steak, gravy, vegetables and a bread roll. “Hope you don’t mind steak.” He pulled the chair out from her desk and positioned it so he was facing her.
“Love the stuff, if it’s cooked right.”
“Medium rare.” Desiree gave a small smile and began eating her food. “At least that’s what I was aiming for, it’s hard to cook when you’ve got a private and corporal hanging around over your shoulders.”
Desiree stopped mid chew, before swallowing, possibly too soon, as the piece became lodged in her upper throat, causing her to cough and sending searing pain through her neck wound. Harry put his plate down hurriedly and stepped over to her side.
“You okay?” he asked urgently. He began patting her back. Desiree coughed and spluttered one more time, before managing to swallow the piece of meat. Harry passed her a drink and she swallowed a mouthful of it.
“You cooked this?” she asked, finally catching her breath back.
“Well, yeah. The chefs offered to, but I felt like some home cooking.” Desiree stared at him in shock. Kneeling beside her, was the Prince of Wales, Captain Harry Wales, one of the monarchy that ran her country, patting her back and telling her that he had just cooked her a damn good steak. Just because he felt like it. She snapped out of it eventually, finally looking away from his baby blue eyes and back to her food. “Not bad, H. Got to say, it’s not a bad steak.”
Harry hesitated, before smiling and standing back up. He patted her shoulder one more time before moving back to the seat at the desk.
They ate in silence for a moment. Desiree decided they needed some conversation, as the silence was getting to her. “So, why did you decide to come to Afghanistan?”
Harry’s head shot up from looking at his food quickly. He furrowed his brow at her. “What do you mean?” he asked in surprise and slight confusion.
“Well, I highly doubt the powers that be amongst the monarchy would want to put one of the heirs to the throne in harm’s way at their own free will. It’s been years since royalty has fought for their country in active zones. Clearly you made a choice.”
Harry bit his lip thoughtfully, before putting his plate back on the desk and leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Honestly? I love this job. If I had my way, I would never leave it. I wanted to do the job as any soldier would do it. I didn’t want to be sheltered behind some office door back in London.”
“Why not, must be a good life in the palace?” she asked, cleaning her plate with her finger. She had to admit, the man could cook.
“Sure, if you like that sort of thing. I like being out and doing things, hands on things. I like talking to people, I like having fun with the boys, making jokes, playing pranks.” He scratched his head, almost as if he was frustrated. Desiree couldn’t help but smile at that. She wasn’t sure why it made her smile, maybe because it made him seem so normal. He didn’t look or behave like a Prince of Wales. He acted like any one of her soldiers that she had fought countless battles on the field with. Maybe it was because it was somewhat cute, appearing vulnerable to such common emotions.
She froze at that last thought, mentally shaking her head at the thought of thinking the prince as ‘cute’. She continued to listen to Harry.
“Some of the best times and memories I have are from doing normal things. Working, training, playing sports with wounded warriors at the games i set up, the expedition across the South Pole, doing things you wouldn’t normally get to do as royalty.” He sighed and leant back into the chair. “I never asked to be a royal. It has its perks, but it’s tiresome. I don’t expect you to understand it, but it’s nice to be treated as normal.”
Desiree raised her eye brows at that comment. She smiled at him as he looked up at her. “You would be surprised at how much I do understand how nice it is to be treated as normal. Look at where I am and what I’ve been doing, H,” she said motioning around her. “Look at what I can do. How many women have you worked with that can do what I can?” she asked.
He was thoughtful for a moment before his blue eyes met hers again. “I’ve thought about that before actually, none. I’ve not met a single woman that can handle weapons, troops or insurgents like that before.”
Desiree felt her cheeks begin to get flushed at what she took as a compliment, but continued on. “Exactly, when I started my journey to be one of the first female frontline troops, I knew it would be hard, but I thought there would be others like me that would make it through, but no one else could. All those girls thought they would be coming to a sugar coated course. Except me, my parents had me training from diapers to do what I do now, even though they never dreamed I would get the opportunity to. And once that training was over, and I joined the real army, life just got harder. The men wouldn’t accept me, they too thought I had passed through some sugar coated version of their infantry course, the officer cadets at RMC also, they thought I was some joke, only the other women looked up to me. It took me a lot of pain and alienation to get where I am. Even now, I still don’t get treated as normal, you of all people would know that,” she said, giving him a look of accusation.
He went as red as his hair at that and scratched his head again. Seeing him do that gave her an odd feeling in her chest, and she gave the smallest of smiles, which she very much did not mean to. She quickly straightened her face.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, looking away. “I can tell you now, I certainly don’t wonder why now.”
“Good to know,” she said, taking a sip of her drink, in a bid to divert her own attention from him. When she chanced the look back, he was staring at her intensely. “What?”
“How did the SASR take to you?”
“Funnily enough, very well.” Harry’s eyes went wide. “I was already well known in those circles. My father had a reputation. And they knew my mother was hard as nails too. They certainly didn’t take it easy on me, I can tell you that though.”
He smiled at her. “You’re an impressive woman, Desiree. I take my hat off to you.”
She gave a bashful smile, knowing her cheeks were probably going very red. “Thanks.”
******
                Harry had been speaking to Desiree for an hour or so already. For whatever reason, he just didn’t want to stop talking to her. She was intriguing to say the least. He had never met a woman like her before.
She put her cup down and dug into her pocket, pulling out the antibiotics from Ryall. He saw her pull a face and put them on the desk. He raised his eye brows at her. “Don’t give me that look,” she said, noticing it straight away.
“You should really take them,” he responded.
“You shouldn’t be in a female officer’s cabin, yet here we are,” she replied, her face deadpan as she said it.
Harry bit his lip, he had forgotten about that rule. “Honestly, that thought hadn’t even occurred to me.”
“First, you wonder why a woman is on operations and then you don’t think of her as a woman? You got to get your head on straight, mate,” she teased. Harry laughed and looked down at the ground. She was helping him dig a hole
“So what about your family? You have siblings, don’t you?” he asked, looking back up at her and trying to change the subject.
Desiree settled herself against the wall of her cabin. “Gees, that’s a conversation that could go a while.”
“Well, I would tell you about mine, but everyone already knows my story. I like to hear about other people’s families, just to see how different mine is.”
Desiree looked at him sadly. He knew what she was thinking about, she was thinking about his mother. Princess Diana, the people’s princess, as she was often called. He leaned his elbows against his knees again, looking her straight in the eyes. “Sorry.” Her voice was very quiet, and soft. There was an edge of regret there.
“Don’t be sorry, she’s always with me.” Desiree diverted her eyes from his, looking at her hands. “Where are your siblings and what did they think of what you are doing?”
“They don’t think much of it. We work under the pretence that we all have a job to do, and we are doing them. I’m sure my youngest brother doesn’t love what I’m doing, being the male mentality and wanting to shield women and all, but he also knows I am as tough, if not tougher, than he is. They wanted to take my sister into the program but she had already decided the navy was for her. She’s also a little lazy.”
“So you’re the oldest?”
“Yes, by five years. The youngest is six years younger than me, and he joined the Air Force. The only regret I have for them is that they cop a lot of flack in regards to what I do.”
“Elder sibling syndrome?” Harry joked. Desiree smiled. He noticed it was a genuine smile, not the kind she often gave as an obligation. He smiled back at her, it really did change her face, it would brighten it and show her high cheek bones to their full potential, or at least he imagined it would if one wasn’t blowing up with a bruise, making her seem far more feminine.
“I guess so, I don’t suppose you ever have that issue, being the youngest, you’re the one suffering the flack?”
“Not really, I suffer it too, when I get back and it becomes released that I did this, I’m sure he will probably suffer the flack but the difference is, we live different types of lives. He does a lot of royal duties and i try and steer clear of it.”
“Bet that doesn’t go down well with nana?” Desiree joked with a sly smile.
Harry laughed, the sly smile on her face made for an interesting look. “It annoys her, but she’s always saying to me, I’m my mother’s son. She was aggrieved to do it too.”
“Will you stay in the military? I know you guys usually retire young.”
“I hope to stay in for a long time. I love this job. I feel like I make a huge difference.” He met Desiree’s gaze as she cocked her head to the side and looked at him.
Desiree was quiet for a moment, before smiling. “The monarchy is lucky to have someone like you amongst their ranks.”
Harry looked at her slightly bewildered, he wasn’t sure if she was joking or serious for a moment but eventually nodded his head in thanks. “You should take your drugs.”
“Ugh, this part sucks,” she moaned, reaching back up to the desk and retrieving the pills there. Harry laughed, standing and picking up the plates, cups and other bits and pieces. “I’ll see you bright and early in the morning. We will be conferencing with HQ.”
“Roger that,” Harry replied, moving towards the door.
“Oh, and Harry.” He turned around and looked at her expectantly. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she diverted her eyes. “Thank you. For, you know, dinner and company.” Her eyes met his again. Harry grinned, making Desiree roll her eyes and began shaking her head, no doubt trying to hide the unmistakeable smile on her face.
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