Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Ronald Speirs Imagine #1

    Breathe. Just breathe. Don't worry about the fact that the German Army just took you as a Prisoner of War. Not that you were a female United States Paratrooper. Not that they had just tied you to a pole in some random shed. Far away from your platoon and from the only man that you would want to spent the rest of your life with. Don't worry at the fact that you were most likely going to die. Oh god. I'm going to die. Not in the hands of old age and with the love of my life besides me. But young and in the hands of German soldiers. I'm only twenty four. I won't be able to make a family. I won't see Ronald again.

    I was pulled out of my thoughts by a slamming door and a couple sets of heavy footsteps. I looked up tiredly, my body aching and shivering. I've only been in this cold and secluded shed for near twenty four hours and they had already stripped me down to my underwear and bra and have already beaten me profusely. Trying to get information out of me in theses hours, in which I refused to give. Which I suffered from these consequences. I suffered horribly. I will never forget what these Germans have done to me. God I just want Ronald to find me. I don't want to be here anymore.

    "Where are your men?" The German officer screamed into my face. The spit from his mouth landing on my face. I kept my silence, feeling the blood from the cut on my cheek, split eyebrow, bloody nose and the mouth full of blood the dripped down my chin. I weakly just kept the same stern, cold look on my face, glancing up to look up at Kraut. And when he yanked my hair back, arching my neck out. I only winced ever so slightly, refusing to show any more signs of any pain or anything. It earned a slug across my face. My body fell to the side, then receiving a hard kick to my ribs. I small cry left my lips as the boot hit the same spot again. Hearing a loud crack and a sharp pain. One rib had most definitely just broke. I could only imagine the pain that was going to happen in time to come if Ronald and the others didn't find me. Now the fear was sinking in.

    I laid on the side for a few more seconds. "I can take it.." I said weakly, looking up at the German. I heard a scoff and he pulled me up and stood me against a wall. He hit me again. I looked back at him once more, blood dripping down my lip and falling onto the concrete floor. A placed a tired smirk onto my face as I spit the blood right onto the officer's ugly face. You could just feel the rage radiating off of him. Boy did I have something coming for me.

Back With Easy Company:

    Captain Speirs had been tearing their camp apart. Just trying to see if his love Y/N was around the camp somewhere. Trying to face away from the cold truth on the fact of her becoming a prisoner of war. Trying to push all the thoughts of losing her to the back of her mind. Pretending that she was just somewhere around camp. And or someone wasn't keeping track of her and lost her somewhere. Even though Y/N was a grown woman. Poor Ronald Spiers just wanted to make any excuse not to think anything but Y/N was now a prisoner of war. And she is now in a really dangerous situation.
 
    But soon, he became angry. Very angry. Shouting at men viciously to help search for you. And when someone told him that you were missing and the fact that you could've been, (and must have been) a prisoner of war. Nixon and Winters had to hold him back. Because you know how this man can barely control his anger induced tendencies, he nearly ripped a poor replacements head off.

     "Speirs, you have to accept the fact that she could've been captured! And you can't attack our men because of what happened. What we can do is send scouts to check to see where she could be or could have gone. She hasn't been gone long, she couldn't have gone far," the redheaded Captain tried explaining to the now disheveled man sitting in front of him.
    Speirs sat on a trunk, his head in hands, just taking in the words the other officer he was saying and not having any thoughts to respond. He was broken. He began to really understand the fact of the matter. Y/N was missing. She was a POW. She could die. He could lose the love of his life in any moment and he would never know. He could never feel her touch, her lips, hear her soft voice, or even see her beautiful smile. And for the first time, Dick Winters saw the side that Y/N did to him. Ronald Speirs really loved that woman, and even though he was terrible at showing his emotions, he was in love with this one female paratrooper. He looked up at the redhead in front of him with tears in his eyes. His walls began crashing down.

     "Dick, I can't lose her. I need that girl. Y/N is my everything, and god Richard, I'm so in love with her," as he preached to the Captain standing in front of him, his voice cracked. Though, the tears trying to be forced back, began to fall. And once the tears began to fall, they didn't stop. Ronald's face went back into his hands as he tried to stifle his slight sobs. Dick placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

     "I'm sending a couple squads out on patrol. They are going to search and follow anything that could lead to Sergeant L/N. We even have a dog that can and will sniff her out. Just please, we need you at your best in case of anything. And we don't need you being dishonorably discharged because you kill a replacement, " Dick spoke softly, adding a small chuckle at the end. Ronald returned the chuckle as he wiped his eyes. Looking up and nodded. Only hoping that his love would be found.

     A couple days had passed. For the first few days nothing about Y/N showed up or came up anywhere. Ronald began to seem quiet and quite scary. Although, then came the day, when the jeep came back and Webster had been carrying a smile and bloodied female in his arms. Just his paratrooper jacket that was wrapped around tightly to the female's nearly completely bare body. That was the day Captain Ronald Speirs ran faster than he ever did in his life. Even faster than he did back when he ran through Foy. Y/N seemed to have made it. He couldn't leave you now.

    He trailed on Websters and now Doc Roe's heals as they carried the now frail and battered female to a table. Laying her body down, that is when he saw her up close and a good look. Tears immediately filled his eyes. Dark patches of bruises littered all over her body. Her face bloodied from her split lips and other cut places. She was conscious, slightly. She looked over at him weakly as Doc put an IV in her arm and smiled softly. He smiled back as her gripped her hand, she squeezed his as Doc dressed her wounds and wrapped her ribs. She winced and tears fell down her face. Ronald sat there the entire time and spoke to her softly, whipping her tears and whispering sweet nothings to her. He had never thought that he would have to see her this way. It was an awfuls sight. Even the other guys had sorrowful faces. Though, Y/N was going to make it, the thought of a woman going through the things she had to go through was horrible in it's thought.

    Once the two of them were alone, the sat in silence for a while. Though, Y/N sat up slowly, wincing. And Ronald was quick to run to her side. She smiled at him and tried to shoo him away. But, Ronald , like the stubborn officer he was, refused and sill was at her side. "I lost you once, and almost lost you forever just because I let you out of my sights. I'm not ever leaving your side. Ever again," he said as he placed his forehead on hers. The two of them stared at each others eyes. He kissed her ever so softly. And held her like she was made of the finest glass ever. He meant everything that he said. And from the day, Captain Ronald Speirs was next to you and connected at your hip every single day. Not a day after then did he not stay by your side. He stuck to his word. Y/N couldn't be happier.