Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Desiree took the drugs given to her by Ryall, and soon passed out. It was a restful sleep until she was shaken awake.
“Des! Wake up!” A thick British accent shouted. “For god sake, wake up!”
Her eyes shot open and she sat up looking around. She could hear the distinct noise of rifle fire, being met with heavy weapon fire. “What’s going on?”
“Base is under fire from all sides.” Harry said, quickly turning around to grab her body armour, webbing, rifle and side arm. She noticed he had on his body armour and was carrying his rifle. His arm was bleeding and he looked like he had been running.
“When and for how long?” she demanded taking the body armour from him. As she stood up, she felt light headed and began to sway.
Harry turned around just in time to see it, quickly moving to her side and supporting her. “Shit, you’re still under the effects of the drugs.” He sat her on the bed and started helping her put on her tactical uniform, then her body armour, while she checked her rifle and ammo.
“I don’t understand why I’m still feeling groggy. How long have I been out?” she checked her watch.
“It’s only been a couple of hours since I left you,” Harry mumbled as he tried to tighten her body armour.
“Seriously?”
He went to drape her webbing around her shoulders when there was a shout, just outside her door.
“INCOMING!”
Desiree pulled Harry sideways and they ducked down beside the bed. The cabin was rocked as the rocket hit an adjoining cabin, blowing the side of her cabin in.
“Ah, Jesus Christ!” Desiree shouted, putting her hands to her ears. The explosion caused her ears to ring, and a searing pain shot through her head, giving her a bad headache. She sat up beside Harry.
He grabbed hold by her shoulders, checking her over carefully. “Are you okay?” he shouted over the noise of rifle fire and other nearby explosions, but she could barely hear him over the ringing. She motioned that she couldn’t hear him properly, but picked up her weapon and turned to leave. Harry quickly grabbed her arm and stopped her. “You stick behind me now, clearly I’m the one who is in charge now,” he shouted loud enough so she could hear it.
Desiree glared at him, but he either didn’t notice or ignored her, moving past her. He grabbed her hand as he did, pulling her out of the cabin after him.
Outside, Desiree was shocked to see so many buildings alight. It seemed several rockets had been fired into the compound and hit their targets. She began to get angry, stopping to watch as Ryall was patching up one of the established security members.
“How many casualties?” she shouted, pulling her hand free from Harry and stopping.
Ryall looked up and noticed her. “I’ve only had one major injury, and that’s this one, couldn’t tell you anymore than that. I don’t know where Martin is, he could have someone too?” Ryall turned back to the job at hand, and Harry grabbed Desiree and pulled her forward roughly as bullets began to pelt the area.
“They’re on the damn mountainside,” Desiree growled, noticing the muzzle flash into the night. “I’m going to comms, to call in for air support.”
“No good, Des,” Harry replied. He pulled her into cover, before pointing down towards the comms tent. It was ablaze, she spotted the two chefs trying to put the fire out.
“The signallers?”
“Unaccounted for at the moment, but we haven’t exactly been able to regroup yet.” He looked back around the corner and then at her as she stared at the flaming tent. “Come on, we got to get up to Sgt Scott and get some organisation going out after those bastards.”
As they got up to move a limping soldier ran up to her. “Ma’am! I was looking for you, before the tent was blown up I notified HQ, Tigers are on their way out to help.” She realised it was the signals corporal. She felt a great wave of relief wash over her.
“Brilliant, where’s your men? Everyone accounted for?” she asked desperately, running to his side and running him to cover with her and Harry.
“Yes, ma’am. Everyone is accounted for!”
“Good, get a rifle, get onto the wall and help drive the bastards back,” Desiree said, her voice becoming icy and her eyes cold. She turned to look at Harry. “It’s time we went hunting.”
She sprinted from their cover, Harry struggling to get to his feet and go after her. She came to a skid at the base of one of the watchtowers.
“Right! Listen up! Whose on patrol out there?” she shouted as men that weren’t busy firing out of the base rallied up on her.
“Jonesey’s section was!” Scotty shouted back in between loading a machine gun for Tonks. “They’re slowly making their way back towards us to see if they can take the west flank from behind!”
“Right, we need to distract the enemy on that side, long enough so that Jonesey and his men can surprise them. As for the east side, Marshall, I’m leaving it to your section to defend this base with the security contingent until the Tiger helos arrive. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!” the shout went up. They all separated and went their own ways. Harry’s men mingled in amongst the Australians as they armoured up and headed for the gate, every now and then another rocket was fired into the base, but most landed in uninhabited areas.
“How the hell do they still have rockets left?” Harry asked, strapping on his helmet as Desiree slid on her balaclava.
“They’ve got to run out soon. Unless they’ve been storing a cache up there, waiting for their chance.”
“So you think they know you’re here, Des?” Scotty asked, climbing down the ladder from the watch tower.
“Gees, Scotty, what do you think?” she asked sarcastically, as another salvo of bullets rang out into the mountainside.
“You’re not planning on going out there, are you?” Harry asked, as she began filling her pockets with ammo. She slipped an Night Aiming Device over her helmet.
“Well, I’m sure as hell not letting you go out there on your own,” she retorted, agitated.
“Des, with all due respect, you’re the one they want, you’ll be safer here,” Scotty argued.
“I am going out there, and I am going to find those bastards. Where’s Banzai?”
“She’s already gone out. She ran as soon as the first bullet was fired.”
“Now I’ve got more reason to get out there.” She pulled up her sleeve and checked the wrist device. It beeped quietly, the light flashing dully. Banzai was a long way away.
She turned to run to the gate but Harry caught her arm before she went. She glared at him, daring him to try and stop her. She didn’t care if he was a prince or not, if he tried to stop her she would knock him down. “You stick with me,” he said simply and ran past her.
*********
Harry ran through the gate, sprinting for cover, sliding into a drainage ditch beside one of the private’s from one of his sections. Desiree slid in beside him. They both slid their NADs down over their eyes.
“Private, have you seen the CAD?” Harry asked urgently as he began to move along past him.
“Yes, sir, she went running up the ditch towards the mountain. Sgt Smith tried to call her back but she ignored him.”
“Shit, what’s she playing at?” Desiree grumbled.
“Would she be going out to Jonesey?” Harry asked, moving further along the ditch.
“I guess so, she doesn’t usually respond to other people’s commands, but she will seek out familiar people if she thinks they need help.”
“Sounds a lot like her handler,” Harry muttered, before holding at a junction of the ditch that had no cover. He poked his head out to see past tree branches that overhung the junction. A volley of bullets came their way suddenly and Harry felt himself reefed backwards. He wasn’t prepared for it and began to lose his balance. He turned to try and stop himself falling onto his back, putting his arms out to enable a softer landing.
He found himself landing on top of Desiree, who had pulled him backwards by his webbing when the gun fire had been turned in their direction. He managed to get both hands down to stop himself from falling on top of her completely, his rifle falling beside her and her hands resting on his chest to try and prevent him falling onto her too heavily.
“Are you okay?” she asked breathlessly.
“Uh, yeah, I think so,” he asked, just as breathlessly. “Are you?”
“Predominantly,” she answered, her face starting to go a slight shade of pink. Their faces were very close to each other, Harry could feel Desiree’s heavy breathing on his face. He quickly looked down at her neck, checking to make sure her bandages were still intact. He was relieved to see that there was no blood evident on them, so her stitches had not ripped. He then noticed her hands on his chest, and felt his stomach flip. It was an odd sensation, and one he had not felt before.
“Um,” he began. “Sorry.” He quickly stood up, crouching low and helping her to her feet, picking up his weapon and then turning back to face the junction of the drainage ditches.
Timmy was on the other side of the ditch and noticed them waiting for a break in the fire. “Major! Banzai ran off in there!” he pointed down the drainage ditch that crossed theirs. “I tried to call her back but she didn’t respond.”
“Right, Harry, get your men to lay down suppressive fire.”
“No way, you’re not going out in there. Banzai is small, dark and could go unnoticed. You won’t.”
“She’s out there alone, that’s a lot of fire coming off that mountainside, I’m not leaving her,” Desiree argued with him. Harry glared at her. She was infuriating.
“Des! We have eyes on Banzai, she’s crawling along the ditch. At this point I don’t think the contacts have seen her. She looks to be aiming for the sniper at the base of the hill,” Sgt Scott said over the radio.
“Is that the only sniper?”
“No, looks like there’s another one higher up the hill who is aiming towards the ditches you are currently situated in.”
“Where’s Jonesey?”
Jonesey’s voice came through the radio. “We are coming up the side of the hill now, but I think they might know we are coming, they had a position watching their back, we’ve taken him out but we did find a radio there. Scotty, do you see any contacts moving position?”
“Wait one.” There was a few moments of radio silence. “Yep, we’ve got two positions moving east around the side of the hill towards you. I’ll get some suppressive fire onto them.”
“Timmy, get some fire on the east side of the hill. Watch your aim, we got friendlies coming over it from the other side too,” Harry shouted across the junction. Timmy began relaying the orders along the ditch he was in, while Harry turned and ordered the soldiers in his side to continue suppressive fire on the sniper at the base of the hill.
“Banzai is nearly at the sniper’s position, wait out.”
Harry knelt by Desiree, firing at the area where they figured the sniper to be, when suddenly they heard sporadic fire, yelling and a loud yelp. Desiree gasped and moved to the junction of the ditch again. “Scotty, what the hell was that?”
“Fuck, sniper is down, but Banzai has been hit, I repeat, CAD is hit.”
“Is she moving?” Desiree demanded, swapping out her magazine. Harry moved up beside her, listening carefully for any signs from Banzai that she was only grazed and on her way back down the ditch.
“She’s moving, but she’s struggling.”
“Fuck it,” Desiree growled, taking off her helmet, NAD and removing her balaclava before putting her helmet back on, leaving her braid hanging down her back. She moved to run down the ditch.
Harry grabbed hold of her and reefed her back. “What do you think you’re doing? That second sniper is still up there.”
“I have to get Banzai.”
“We’re copping some resistance up here!” Jonesey shouted over the radio, he sounded stressed and his breathing was heavy as the rifle fire seemed to intensify.
“Don’t stop me, Captain Wales, I’m drawing enemy fire off Jonesey and getting Banzai out of there.” She narrowed her eyes, putting emphasis on his official title.
“I can’t let you do that,” he said, getting frustrated with the headstrong Australian. She was risking getting shot and killed for a dog, he knew they would be able to offer enough suppressive fire and draw the fire back onto them without her running out into the open.
“Try and stop me,” she threatened, moving to go around him. He stepped in front of her, hoping it would be enough to stop her. She glared at him and then to his surprise, she struck out at him with her leg, taking his feet out from beneath him and causing him to fall to the ground. She quickly sprinted past him.
“Fuck! Cover fire! Sgt Scott, Desiree’s being a fucking idiot.”
“You say that like it’s unusual,” Sgt Scott replied flatly, before shouting to his own men to provide cover fire. “Jonesey, Desiree is at the base of the hill. She’s going to draw the fire from the enemy positions, if you can get over that hill and get that sniper while their attention is on her, get it done fast!”
“Roger that!”
Harry noticed that a lot of the enemy fire had seemed to be directed towards her as she ran down the ditch. He spotted a flash of light up the hill, hidden behind some very large rocks. He watched the spot again, sure enough, another muzzle flash flared in his NAD. “I’ve spotted the sniper. He’s three quarters of the way up the hill, towards the west side!” Harry shouted. “Target that area, suppressive fire!”
Everyone turned their fire towards that section of the mountain, while Harry stood up in the ditch, craning his neck to see Desiree. He felt a knot in his stomach as she stumbled, tripping over something in her path, but scurried to her feet and continued down the ditch.
“She’s about halfway to Banzai,” Sgt Scott announced. Harry watched the area he had seen the sniper, he could just make out the sniper trying to keep under cover and still fire at her, he thought for a moment, and watched as Desiree tripped again.
“Her legs bothering her,” Harry murmured to himself, realising why she seemed to be struggling through the ditch. Suddenly, the rifle fire from the hill seemed to intensify further. All Contacts had turned their attention from Jonesey and his unit coming up the hill to Desiree. “Fuck, Jones, if you can get up that hill, now is your chance because they’ve noticed Desiree!”
He looked back to Desiree, he watched as dust was kicked up metres from her head as she ran along the ditch. Bullets were creeping closer and closer. “She’s nearly to Banzai,” Sgt Scott updated. He looked back up to the hill as he noticed friendly UV tags appear over the hillside. Jonesey and his men began firing at the contacts scattered about the hillside. “She’s just about there.”
There was the resounding sound of a sniper rifle going off. Harry felt his stomach drop as he looked back and saw Desiree fall to the side. She rolled into the bottom of the ditch, out of Harry’s line of sight. “Shit! Aim for that damn sniper! Jones, get that fucking bastard will you!”
“On it, sir!”
Before anyone could say anything to him, Harry bolted down the ditch. He heard the radio chatter blow up in disarray, but paid it no mind. All that he could think of in that moment was getting to Desiree. He sprinted, jumping rocks, ducking below branches of trees that overhung the drainage ditch. He could hear the tell tale sound of bullets landing close behind him, but still he sprinted on.
He had to be about halfway there when a voice came over the radio, it gave him some relief to hear it, although It sounded strained. “Captain Wales, you’re a fucking idiot. Get back to cover.” Harry gritted his teeth at the use of his official title.
“Forget it,” he panted, leaping over another large rock.
“Get back to cover, that’s an order!” she growled, breathing heavily.
Harry faltered then, but the sound of a bullet landing in front of him spurred him on again. He could see two forms on the ground ahead of him, both with UV markers, one sitting, leaning against the wall of the ditch, covered from the sniper’s aim, the other was lying on the ground and much, much smaller than the first. He kept sprinting and slid in beside Desiree, bumping into her with more force than he meant. She groaned in pain as he did so.
“Sorry,” he began, putting his rifle down next to him and pulling out his med kit. “You’ll have to charge me for disobeying direct orders later.”
“That’s if we get out of here,” she muttered, as more bullets showered down onto the ditch. He covered her as there was an explosion a few metres away from the ditch and it showered dirt and debris over them. “Where is that air support?” He looked down to see Banzai lying with her head on Desiree’s lap. She was panting heavily and Harry could see she had been stabbed in her side. ‘At least that will be easier to be treated than a bullet wound,’ he thought to himself.
“Give me your med kit,” Desiree demanded. She snatched it from him, pulling out some bandages and alcohol. She began giving first aid to the dog. Banzai yelped and snapped at Desiree, but she ignored her and continued.
“Desiree, I need to treat you,” Harry urged, trying to see where she had been shot.
“I’m fine, I need to fix her first,” she said, batting his hand away.
“Tigers are here!” Sgt Scott shouted.
“Sniper’s down,” came Jonesey’s voice over the radio. “We are just checking there isn’t anyone else hiding up here.”
“I’ll send them to take out the enemy on the South side of base,” Sgt Scott reported.
“Can we get the medics out here yet? Desiree is down and so is Banzai,” Harry asked through the radio.
“We’re on our way,” Ryall replied. Harry moved to help patch up Banzai, she was still bleeding, her breathing was beginning to labour. They could hear the choppers approaching in the distance.
“Come on, Banzai,” Desiree murmured, cleaning and inspecting the wound. Harry looked in over her shoulder. He didn’t know much about first aid for canines, or anything about their anatomy, but from what he could see it appeared that Banzai had been stabbed in her lung. Bubbles were forming in the wound and he noticed blood coming from her mouth. “I need a straw.” Harry dug into his kit and pulled it out, often used for a Tracheotomy, Harry realised Desiree knew her lung had been punctured.
“Sgt Scott, if you can hear me, get a chopper in. We need a priority one CASEVAC. Get onto HQ, we need to let them know what’s happened here.”
“Yes, sir,” Sgt Scott replied solemnly. Harry looked at Desiree’s face, it was pale, and she looked to be trying to hold some emotions back. She had stopped trying to work on Banzai. She sat back, taking her helmet off and throwing it to the side angrily.
He looked down at Banzai. She moved her head to Desiree’s hand, licking it once before giving a small whine. Desiree whimpered at the gesture, patting Banzai’s head, her hands covered in Banzai’s blood.
The dog’s eyes looked to Harry and he felt his heart break, he could tell Banzai knew she wasn’t going to make it, she was saying her goodbye. He also patted Banzai, and this time she didn’t growl, but sighed. Harry looked back up to Desiree, she was stone-faced, watching Banzai.
Banzai exhaled deeply and then didn’t move. Her eyes became lifeless and her breathing stopped altogether.
“Banzai...” Desiree whispered, her face became even more pale, if possible.
“Sir,” Jonesey appeared above the ditch, looking down. His eyes looked from the unmoving body of the CAD to Desiree and then met Harry’s eyes. “The area is clear.” He looked apologetic.
“The chopper is on its way, HQ wants to know what happened? Who are we evacuating?” Sgt Scott asked. Harry looked from Jonesey back to Desiree, who still stared at the body of Banzai.
“We are evacuating one deceased CAD at this stage, when the medics come and check Desiree over we will see if we need any more,” Harry murmured quietly, carefully shutting Banzai’s eyes.
Sgt Scott was silent for a moment. “Yes, sir.” Harry took his helmet off and placed it carefully to the side.
Ryall and Martin appeared and saw Banzai lying lifeless on the ground. They quickly pulled out a blanket and took Banzai from the ground, wrapping her body in the blanket carefully. Harry looked up at Desiree at that moment, there were tears beginning to form in her eyes. He quickly moved across to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
She tried to resist, trying to push away from him, but he forced her under his arm, holding her close to his chest. “It’s okay, Desiree. Let it go.” She stopped moving for a moment, and then he felt her beginning to heave and sob. Ryall and Martin moved in next to her, looking at Harry for approval. “Desiree, they have to treat your wounds.”
“Screw it.”
Ryall and Martin looked at each other sadly.
Sgt Scott’s voice came over the radio. “Des, you need to make it home, remember? You’ve got something to live for.” Harry raised his eye brows, wondering what it was that Sgt Scott was talking about. Harry began to rub his hand up and down her arm, trying to offer her some small comfort.
Harry could feel the force of her sobbing begin to subside. Eventually she stopped, pushing herself away from Harry and looked to Ryall and Martin. “Right hip.”
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Desert Love