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    "I'll stitch you up when you are back to consciousness" she mumbled, completely wrapped up in the dressing of the wound. So much so that she did not notice the voice that addressed her, at first.

     

    A female voice with a very distinct American accent. The voice sounded exhausted, parched, low, but strong.

    "If you're talking to me, you're going to have to speak English sweetheart"

    Caitlyn's eyes widened as she looked up from dressing the wound and cerulean eyes found the greyest ones she had ever seen, sending a rush through her that she was unfamiliar with. 

    Then, Caitlyn spoke. 

     English this time, laced with a light French accent.

     "I told you your wound would need to be stitched up when you were to wake" she simply informed her, ignoring how heart her started pounding yet again.

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    During the summer of 1943, Caitlyn rescues US Air Force pilot Violet McAdams from a plane wreck in the French country side, and decides to hide her on her farm to allow her wounds to heal properly.

    Neither of them in prepared for the romance that follows this foolish, yet courageous decision.

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    12 Jan 2025

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    WW2 fic

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    “About that,” Vi says. “How’d you end up here? What did a girl like you do to get tossed into this two-star shithole?”

    “Really? That’s how you ask? No subtlety in it?”

    “Uh, yeah? I saved you from getting shanked in the shower, so fair’s fair. What’s your deal, topside?”

    “Caitlyn,” she says. That isn’t right. That wasn’t the answer Vi was after. Names are easily given away but so seldomly remembered in Stillwater, but it echoes in Vi’s head. She almost doesn’t hear the actual answer. “And though I have no doubt a thousand people have given this answer before, I did nothing. I was doing my job, and then I was here. No trial. No sentencing. No crime to speak of.”

     

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    Half a decade into Vi's stay in Stillwater, a topsider turns up, raving about being a Councillor's daughter.

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    12 Jan 2025

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    Prison fic