~ Semper Fi ~
by Larisa

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story all the characters are mine. The areas this story takes place in are actual places, and I have tried to give you the best description possible to give the feeling of actually being there. All the characters are fictional and are not meant to represent anyone in the Marine Corps.
Violence: Yes, there is a little more than what you see in the show.
Sex: Yep and lots of it, and I will never tell what actually went on behind closed doors in the barracks but you all can use your imaginations. (Wicked little beasts)
Language: Yes, I've used the Military terms I used while serving my time in the Corps and everyday language Marines use whether male or female.
Comments: Send all comments to Hecate3366@frontiernet.net

Semper Fi
By Larisa.

As she pulled off of us Rt. 1 Officer Candidate Brennen Magdoon gazed up at the arch above the entrance to Quantico Marine Corps Base. The words "Crossroads of the Marine Corps" was boldly telling her that her life was about to change. Glancing to her right was the Iwo Jima monument. Pride burst in her chest as tears came to her eyes; for her entire life, she was groomed for this moment, when she would join the ranks of the proudest warriors in the world. Remembering her dreams of dress blues and crossed swords was interrupted by a horn blaring behind her. Shifting her old rusted Toyota Corolla into gear, she headed to the guard shack; handing her orders to the Corporal, she was given directions to the receiving center at OCS {Officer Candidate School}. The ride through main side brought a smile to her face as she saw both Marines in uniform and civilian cloths. No matter the dress, you could tell they were Marines. They walked with pride knowing they are the best. The world can sleep at night because the Marines will be there to make them safe. Passing the air wing, she seen fire trucks and Marines running around in their bright yellow gear trying to extinguish 55 gallons drums filled with what she supposed was oil and fuel. Crossing the small bridge, she went over the railroad tracks. The Cpl. said it was the first building she would see dead center after crossing the tracks. It sure didn't look like much she thought. It was just a small white building with a scarlet and gold sign out front saying Headquarters. Oh well she thought. Walking through the front door, she came to a long bar that had a small room behind where a Marine in Charlie's sat watching a small TV. Clearing her throat, she got his attention, when he came before her, she noticed that his uniform was rumpled and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You're an early one." He said. "Most of you candies {slang for Candidate} don't show up until the last day. I need your orders and all your other paper work, then I'll call over to the barracks and have someone come pick you up."

A half hour later, she was being led through a rickety screen door into an open squad bay. Racks were lined up on both walls, mattresses were rolled up at one end with linen and a faded green blanket on the other. She felt like she had just traveled back in time to the Vietnam era. This was nothing like the movies where everything was spit shine and everything new.

The female Sergeant showed her to a rack at the front of the squad bay. "You can take this one here for the time being; once everyone else gets here your DI's will assign racks and bunkies. {Female candie who you are paired with} So far, you're the only one here, so I'll show you around. By the way, I'm Sgt. Jacklynn Cormack; I'll be one of your instructors. I teach uniform code and military justice or UCMJ any questions." Looking at the papers in her hand. " Candidate Magdoon?"

"What can I do to occupy myself until everyone else gets here, I just don't want to sit around here and do nothing."

"Well you can run the obstacle course, or I can give you some manuals to study. You've got almost 10 days before anyone else gets here to do what ever. Why are you here so early anyways?"

"I ahhh, had no where else to go."

"OK, well I'll leave you to it, if you need anything I'll be at the building next door. Just come in the front, I'm the duty Officer today so I'll be there until 0700 tomorrow."

Brennan slid her suitcase under her rack and not knowing what to do; she tried to do the required hospital quarters with the linen and blanket. Having finished, she prided herself on having a tight rack.

Back on main side, the female barracks were divided into two sections. One side was for enlisted from ranks Private to Sgt. and from first to third deck. The other side was both male and female Noncommissioned Officers or NCOs. The third floor was where all the dykes lived thanks to the BEQ manager {basic enlisted quarters} Staff Sergeant Wilkins. That was the party floor whether gay or not, that's where you went if you wanted to get fried. And that's just what room 333 was doing.

"Danny, what the hell are you doing, you're getting beer all over the floor!"

The dark haired woman grinned, golden eyes half lidded trying to focus. "It's called shot gunning, sees ya pokes this little hole in the bottom, then ya pops the top, and it shoots down your throat. One of the demo {demolitions} guys showed me, cool ain't it?"

"Oh ya, are you gonna swab my deck now?"

"Come on Ronnie." She whined to the tall ebony haired woman whose crystal blue eye's drilled into her. "We all know your one of those compulsive cleaners, right guys!" Five other women agreed with her all throwing beer and chips in the air.

"All right all you drunk ass bitches outta here, and I will see you Danny, on the parade deck at 0600."

Groans could be heard around the room. Danny stood up swaying, giving a snap and pop salute, she slurred. "Aye Aye Gunnery Sergeant Flaherty!" Blue eyes rolled as 6ft of Drill Instructor herded the drunks out of her room. Grabbing a broom and swab, she started cleaning her room as she listened to Melissa Etheridge on her CD player.

"She will be hurting big time tomorrow, and I will definitely make it worse!"

All of Brennan's 5'4" in height was straining to try and get over the wall, taking a running start, she jumped just to slam into the wooden slats. Her long blond hair dripping with sweat, dirt and grass stains covered her small body. Sitting down at the base of the wall, she took a needed rest. Leaning back, she closed her eyes. Breathing deeply, she tried to catch her breath. Then she heard someone coming towards her but was to tired to move. All of a sudden, three women in pt gear came running towards her, they seemed to fly over the wall without even touching it. Jumping up, she looked up at the 6-foot wall. "Son of a bitch, how did they do that?"

Danny and Jack continued on, while Ronnie hung back, she decided to run back to the wall. Coming around the far side, she stood on Brennan's blind side.

"It's up there a ways ain't little one?"

Brennan jumped three foot in the air at the sound of the voice; green eyes stared up into laughing blue ones.

"Jump that high again and you just may make it next time." She laughed as she put her hand on the little blondes shoulder and took off at a trot.

"I ain't little! She yelled to empty air. I'm vertically challenged!"

Brennan jogged back to the barracks to shower and change for chow. Being the only candie there, she ate with the enlisted. Sitting at a table towards the rear of the chow hall, she read one of the training manuals Sgt. Cormack had given her. Promising her self that she would have all this stuff memorized before the others got there.

The three DI's came into the chow hall, after getting their trays, they headed for the rear table that was reserved for the DI's. As Jack went past Brennan, she stopped.

"Hitting the books already Magdoon?"

Brennan looked up into her kind brown eyes. "I figured I would try and get a head start, thanks for the books."

"Anytime, and keep trying that wall. You'll get it, I did so did Danny."

Brennan smiled at her, once she left, Brennan looked over at their table. Seeing the DI that had called her "Little one", she was amazed, that women should be on the cover of a magazine not running around in camies.

Ronnie gave Jack a look of utter confusion. "You know her?"

"She's one of the new candies, I gave her some manuals to study. I don't think she's gonna make some of the pt {physical training} she's so little!"

Danny held out her hands in a groping motion. "I'll help her up over that wall and all the other walls I know of." Licking her lips in a seductive way.

Ronnie reached over grabbing Danny's tongue, she growled in her ear. "Keep your hands and tongue to yourself, remember that big word fraternization?" Letting her tongue go with a yank. "Jack better keep her in control or in the rack for a few hours before she gets her ass in the CO's office, again!"

"Oowwww." Danny yelped. "That was my ass you just pinched Jack!"

"Sure was, knock off the bullshit, we don't need scuttlebutt {rumors} started! The Captain can't cover for us much more!"

Brennan's mind was reeling with the information in the guidebook for marines, looking at the pictures of different ways to carry a Marine, she knew there was no way she could do the fireman's carry. She couldn't imagine having someone thrown up over her shoulder! Hopefully she would never have to do it.

Every morning she tried to get up early even reveille didn't pierce her dead to the world sleep. She did continue to pt every morning, running the course and performing the exercises at each point. But that damn wall kept beating her as well as the swing rope over the quigley pit, gods that stuff was gross. On occasion, she just sat back and watched the DI's run the course. They made it seem so easy, she wanted so bad to ask one of them for help, but her pride just wouldn't let her. She had to do this all on her own or not at all!

Days later, she was awaken up by loud voices in the squad bay, opening one eye she seen a handful of women dropping their personnel items on the deck next to racks. Boisterous laughing at one in particular, a thin muscular woman with dark hair and brown eyes was the butt of their jokes. Picking her stuff up, she moved across the bay and dropped everything with a bang next to Brennan's rack.

"Stupid bitche's, I hope they get foot rot of the mouth!"

Brennan stretched and crawled out of her rack, blurry eyes making out the woman. "Something wrong?" She asked.

"No, their just assholes, you know rich college brats, their so high and mighty with their majors in tennis and sex education! Sorry, they just piss me off!"

"Well, we all have to have college education's to be here. By the way my name is Brennan Magdoon." She held out her hand to the other woman.

"Sorry, I'm Cpl. Lisa James, nice to meet you."

"Cpl." Brennan responded with a questioning look.

"Yeah, I'm enlisted, I went to college on my free time so that I could attend OCS, and it's the only way I could do it. My parents couldn't afford to send me to college, so I did it on my own." She shrugged her shoulders.

Brennan smiled at her. "You should be proud of yourself, and don't let those brats bother you." Her eyes twinkled. "It looks like were in the same boat. Hey we've got some time you want ta go grab some chow before all hell breaks loose around here?"

All that day women filtered into the barracks, the noise and confusion came to end at lights out. Snoring and grumbles were heard through out the night and into the wee hours of the morning. Brennan didn't hear any of this, not even when the lights came on and metal garbage cans came crashing to the deck at 0300 the next morning. Women flew out of the racks hitting the floor before they knew what happened. "Get out of those racks!" Yelled one of the DI's. "Get in front and get your slumping asses at attention, now!" Two of the DI's walked down the along the front of the shaking women, while the Senior DI stood at the front of the squad bay watching with a blank expression on her face. Noticing one woman still in the rack, she glided across the deck, leaning over she whispered in her ear.

"OK princess, rise and shine." Brennan groaned and covered her head with her blanket. Growling deep in her throat the SDI grabbed the blanket and yanked it off of her.

"Get out of that rack!!" She yelled right in her ear. Brennan's heart beat out of her chest, jumping out of the rack, she stumbled to stand in front of it.

"Now that I have everyone's attention." She glared at Brennan. "I am GySgt Flaherty, your senior drill Instructor. I am everything you will ever need while you are here. So forget your boyfriends, mommy and daddy they can't help you here! Your other drill instructors are Sgt.'s Cormack and Poninski. You will answer with yes or no ma'am. Am I understood?" A small murmur was heard, raising her voice to ear penetrating volume, she yelled "I can't heearrrr you!!!!" The Candidates came back with a yell of "Yes ma'am!"

"You have five minutes to get dressed and back in front of your racks, then you will stand at attention until further orders are given, do you understand?" She bellowed.

"Yes ma'am!"

65 Candidates were half-assed marched towards the chow hall, a majority of them bebopped and wandered out of formation. The DI's yelled the entire time and it was only a 2-minute walk to the chow hall from their barracks. After all of them had been fed the slop the cooks called food, they were marched to a Quonset hut filled with tables and enlisted Marines in their Charlie's. {tan dress shirt and green trousers} They were lined up single file outside the door. Ten at a time were ushered into have all their paperwork completed. Brennan was in front of her new bunkie Candidate James, who carried her SRB {Service record book} under her arm unlike the others whose OQR's {Officer Qualification book} were pilled up on the first table. Standing before one of the female clerks, Brennan was completing her SGLI {servicemen's group life insurance} she came to the space for beneficiary, a stricken look came over her face.

"Excuse me ma'am, the Candidate has no living relatives, what should the Candidate put in this area?"

Pulling a list out the clerk handed it to her. "You can pick one of these organizations if you want."

Scanning the list, she picked the Women's Rape Organization. Handing it back, she moved on to the next table. Lisa stood at attention before the clerk keeping her eyes to the front. Looking over the form the clerk eyes started to tear up.

"Lisa." She whispered. Why'd ya put my name on here?"

"The Candidate..." Lisa interrupted.

"At ease, now tell me."

"You're all I have that's why, in the case I drop dead on the course at least you'll be able to keep our house."

"Don't even think about that, your gonna make it, and I'll see you once you get liberty in a month."

They were now marched to the parade deck to be loaded into a cattle car that was to take them to main side to get their uniforms at cash sales. Once again they were lined up in single file outside the doors, as they walked through Marines handed them their initial uniforms of cami's, covers,(hats) boots, oxfords and dress uniforms both wool and poly. Their dress whites and blues would come later in their training. Brennan looked at the cami's she was handed, even thou they were xsml short, she would still be swimming in them. The whole day was march here march there, her head was spinning as well as her stomach growling. One of the hard things was not being able to eat when she was hungry.

The platoon of worn out women were herded to their first encounter with the OCS Executive Officer. With them standing at parade rest on the parade deck, they listened to him go on for over an hour. With the heat at its highest, Brennan felt as if she was going to melt, she could feel the asphalt getting soft under her combat boots. She swore her soles were now embedded in the tar, with eyes forward, she couldn't see what was going on behind her. All she heard was what sounded like heavy bags hitting the ground. It wasn't until they were marched off to the barracks, that she noticed that around 12 women were missing. She later found out, that they had dropped in formation from the heat. Even though all of them were in just their unbloused cami trousers, green T-shirts and cami cover, some of them couldn't handle the heat of the Virginia spring weather. Thank the Gods, she was from West Virginia where the weather was the same.

Three weeks had gone by with Brennan being awakened by the sound of yelling in her ear by the tall SDI, and having the others in her platoon glare at her every time she answered a question in class. It wasn't her fault they were all so dense. Sgt. Cormack paid special attention to her in class and that didn't go over to well with the others either. Lisa helped her with her uniforms and taught her how to use surgical cotton to shine her boots and oxfords. Between the two of them, they were the most squared away in K company. Today they were to learn how to use the pugle sticks. Sgt. Poninski would be their instructor, the short stocky Marine had a look that reminded her of a sociopath. She was brutal in the sparing, never pulling a hit, and she grinned evilly every time she dropped someone to the ground. Brennan stood before her while the others practiced moves with each other. Since there was an odd number of women left, even with the DOR's {drop on request} and medical releases, Brennan was often paired up with one of the DI's. Taken a wide footed stance, Brennan held her pugle stick out a chest height. Sgt. Poninski swung an overhead strike, which Brennan blocked. After numerous hits and misses from Brennan, the Sgt. dropped her.

Sgt. Poninski held out her hand "You did good, keep it up and maybe one day I'll be the one being helped up." The smile she gave Brennan came from her eyes as well.

Ronnie, Jack and Danny were sitting in the e-club at the back table nursing beers and relaxing after a full day of making Candidates miserable.

"Ronnie, how many do you think are gonna drop this week after you start teaching them self defense? Remember the last time you threw that one kid down so hard, we thought she would end up in a body cast." Danny slammed her hand on the table and flopped it around like a dead fish.

"She deserved it. The little bitch and her fancy karate moves that she most likely learned off of karate kid movies, it's not my fault she was a prissy rich girl who couldn't take a little pain."

"I see your point." Jack replied. "What do you think of Magdoon and James? You know their real close together with scores in the company."

Ronnie pondered the question, she knew James. Being prior enlisted, gave her an advantage with the training. But Magdoon was something else, she noticed how the others kinda pushed her to the side and ignored her. She would make it a point to go over to student admin and look at her OQR. Maybe there would be some answers there as to why she was being treated like a leper. She knew all to well as to how that felt being 6ft tall at the age of 12 and never wanting to play those girlie games. Instead, she played war games and football with the boys. From a young age, she knew she would wear dress blues and proved it by being Molly Marine upon graduation at Paris Island 12 years before.

It was the day before they would have their first weekend of liberty, and Ronnie had planned it so that she would start their self-defense training today so they would be nice and sore for the weekend. She enjoyed ruining their first weekends, after all the enlisted don't get liberties until the day before they graduate and they can't leave the base. Where these Candidates get turned loose on the poor civilians, their cocky attitudes needed dampened.

After a grueling 2 mile forced double-time march in full deuce gear {full Alice pack}including steel pot, {helmet} the Candidates were marched to the training grounds outside the barracks. Dropping their gear to the ground, they then paired off with their bunkies with the exception of Brennan, who still was the odd one out. She had lost her former bunkie Lisa to the rack beside her along time ago.

Ronnie stood in front of platoon. "Paaarrraaadddde rest." She bellowed. Walking along the ranks with her cover just above her dark eyebrows, crystal blue gleamed out from the darkness the bill provided. Stopping in front of some of the woman to intimidate, she told them what the reason of hand-to-hand combat was for. "There maybe a time when you are at close quarters and unable to use your rifle, that is why we teach you to kill with your hands. Although women at this time are not directly in the combat area, we still teach you incase you come in contact with the enemy."

Showing the candies by having them watch her and Danny do the different holds that can be applied to an enemy. Jack walked through the ranks correcting some of them, while Brennan stood alone and watched. Ronnie sent Danny off to help Jack while she went to instruct Brennan. Removing her cover, she placed it along with her cami Jacket on the ground beside Brennan's gear. Brennan stood at parade rest with her eyes forward. Ronnie stepped in front of her, looking down she noticed that the small woman's hair was actually a strawberry blond color, perfect eyebrows above green eyes surrounded by dark lashes. "What the hell am I doing?" She thought to herself. "I'm drooling over her like a bitch in heat!"

"Candidate Magdoon." She said.

Keeping her eyes forward she answered. "Yes ma'am!"

"You can eyeball me Candidate, I need you to see what I'm doing." Brennan looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen, a warm jolt went right to her heart and her mind shut down.

"Magdoon, did you hear me?" Ronnie was grinning at the look on the woman's face, knowing that her military bearing just fell to the wayside when green eyes met hers.

"No ma'am, the Candidate did not hear the GYSGT."

"I want you to use the two handed grab, sweep my leg and drop me, then hold the killing strike. I wanna live to collect my retirement."

Brennan's eyes twinkled with laughter at what her SDI slipped on to the end of her instructions. "Yes ma'am." Turning her hands so that her thumbs were towards the ground, she grasped Ronnie's T-shirt then twisted her hands upward. Holding tight, she stepped forward to Ronnie's right hip, swinging her right leg, she caught her behind her knees while pushing with her hands. When Ronnie hit the ground, Brennan was straddling her and held the heel of her hand in front of her nose. If she was to complete the move, the septum bone would push forward up into the brain killing instantly. She looked down to see her right hand resting on Ronnie's breast, feeling the warmth under her hand she didn't want to move.

"Can I get up now Magdoon?" She questioned.

"Aahhh, yes ma'am." She stammered.

"Now it's my turn." In a heartbeat, Brennan was on her back with Ronnie straddling her. Giving her a lopsided grin, she whispered in a deep voice. "Never knew what hit you did ya?" Her palms were tingling where they rested on Brennan's breasts. Her body was screaming one thing and her brain another. "I'm gonna die, my blood pressure is gonna kill me, and just from copping a feel!" Brennan's heart was rattling her ribcage, she could feel how hard her nipples had become just from and innocent touch.

Helping her to her feet, Ronnie called the platoon back to attention then to at ease. They had started to put their gear on when Brennan's cover fell down over her eyes and nose. A scent of shampoo and sweat wafted to her nose, taking a deep breath she inhaled. Butterflies flew around in her belly and chest. "I'm going crazy, that's it, nuttier than a fruitcake!"

She found her cover, and then approached Ronnie with her cover and cami Jacket. Fingers touched for a brief instant sending little shock waves up their arms, their eyes locked on to each other to be broken by Jack calling Ronnie's name.

"Gunny, its chow time with or without gear?"

"Without, that place is too small as it is with all the bullet heads in there. {bullet heads are the males, they wear helmet liners painted silver to keep the sun from frying their microscopic brains.}

Brennan sat on her footlocker polishing her boots when Lisa came up to her dressed in Levi's and T-shirt, pulling the spare footlocker out, she sat down across from her. "Going any where this weekend Brennan?"

"No, I'm just gonna hang around here, maybe go to the movies or something."

"If you want I'm meeting some friends tonight at a bar in DC, you can come with us. It's just a small place, nice and quiet, we just sit around and run our jaws."

"I'm not really into the bar scene, it's like going to a meat market."

"Ohh come on, where I go you don't have to worry about being pawed or hit on, just give it a try. You can follow me up that way you can leave early if you want. Better yet we can go together, I've already got a ride home."

"Home?" She asked. "Your going home this weekend, you know were on Cinderella curfew right?"

Lisa leaned in close to her. "Don't say anything to anybody, I have a house in Stafford county, it's about 15 minutes outside of the back gate from TBS. {the basic school} I never told anyone here, but I was stationed at main side at Headquarters Company. Better that those prissy bitches don't know anything about where I was stationed.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, when were you leaving?" Brennan asked.

"As soon as you throw on some Levi's and shoes, were a bunch of slobs so what you where doesn't matter."

They were in DC down by the naval yard heading towards some out of the way bar named JD's. Brennan had never been down here before, so she had no idea where she was. She was just following Lisa's directions. Pulling down an alley, they came to the end where there was a small parking lot, half a dozen cars where already parked there. But it was still early most of them where still at work and wouldn't get there until later. Getting out of her antique Toyota, they headed for the door that was nondescript with only JD's in silver letters. Soft music could be heard coming from inside along with laughing. Lisa opened the door for Brennan and ushered her in. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, making out the women sitting at the bar and the small tables at the back. The dance floor was not large but it was raised about 2foot off the floor directly across from the bar. Mirrors covered the wall giving it the appearance of a much larger room. Following Lisa over to one of the tables, she was surprised to see her pick up one of the woman there and give her a very deep passionate kiss. Her eyes were still huge when Lisa looked at her.

"Brennan, I want you to meet my wife Lori, Lori this is Brennan."

She stood there in awe, her brain kept telling her that Lori looked very familiar. "Wait a minute, you were at our processing, you did the SGLI's."

"She's good Lisa, yep that was me. I have to tell you something that my other half probably forgot." Lisa gave an impish grin. "The marines you see here." She waved her arm around. "You don't see here, understand."

"No problem, I don't see a thing. Lisa, you could have told me we were coming to this kinda bar."

"And ruin your coming out surprise!" Lisa retorted

"Huhhh, ya lost me, coming out of where?" Brennan asked.

"You west by god hillbillies, the closet girlfriend, the minute I seen you my gaydar went off the scale, not to mention the looks you give old gunny!"

Brennan blushed right to her hairline. "You noticed that, I thought I hid it pretty well."

"Never mind get yourself a beer or something and come join us, then I'll introduce you to the rest of the bull dykes."

Brennan was having the time of her life, never had she gone to a bar where she didn't have to beat off advances or listen to lewd comments. It was just like sitting around at a friend's house. Lisa was right, all they did was run their jaws. And mostly about what was going on at base, most of these women were from Quantico or Fort Belvoir the Army base. She was starting to get a little buzzed from the beer, which she didn't normally drink but really didn't care, she was having fun. She felt a hand come down on her shoulder, looking over she saw Lori pointing to the door. Brennan's jaw dropped open. In walked three women in black leather, pants, jacket and gloves. She couldn't see who they were because they had on black motorcycle helmets with tinted shields. The first one took off her helmet to show a toothy grin, Brennan could only get out "By the gods!"

Lisa leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "You ain't seen nothing yet girlfriend, just wait!"

The three women strode up to the table, two of them were shaking hands and giving hugs to their friends while the third stood in the back watching. She still hadn't taken off her helmet, Brennan felt her hands start to sweat and a fire burning in her body. Just looking at the leather-clad women made her hot, she could care less what was under the helmet. She heard Lisa yell "Hey cuz, come on take the pot off your dense head!" Bending over at the waist, she pulled the helmet off tossing back long ebony hair as she straightened up. Brennan almost had a heart attack as she meet crystal blue eyes looking back at her. Her jaw almost dropped to the tabletop, Lisa shook her shoulder. "Nothin like having your DI's being dykes huh?" She laughed at Brennan's expression.

"Now's your chance, my cousin Ronnie is single, and by the way she's looking at you she is most definitely interested. I just wish we weren't related if ya know what I mean!" Lisa winced as a hand smacked her up along side the head. "I heard that, you can always sleep on the couch tonight!" Lori threatened.

Ronnie raised her left eyebrow and pointed a finger at Lisa giving her the motion to come hither. Leaning close to Brennan's ear, she whispered. "I just love that look, she's hot ain't she?" All Brennan could do was nod her head.

"What is she doing here?" Ronnie hissed to Lisa. "Are you crazy, all we need is for this to get out and all our careers are gone!"

"Don't worry, she's one of us. Gods Ron are you that blind? Look at her, she hasn't taken her eyes off of you!"

"It's probably because her SDI and DI's are in a bar full of dykes!"

"Get real Ron. I seen how you acted when you where teaching her self defense, I was tempted to go and get you guys some pillows and blankets!"

"That bad huh?"

"Yeahhh, the grass is scorched from you guys. Now come on over and stop being so dense oh great DI warrior."

As they moved towards the table, Lisa swore she was going to have to get Brennan a droll cup if she didn't close her mouth. Pulling her seat out, she pushed Ronnie down into it as she sat on Lori's lap. Yelling to the bartender, she ordered Ronnie a Jack and coke and more beers for the rest of them.

"So Brennan." She whispered close to her ear, her warm breath moving the hairs on the small blondes neck. "Why the Marines? I read your OQR. You could have gotten a job with one of the best law firms around since you graduated number one in your class?"

Coming out of her trance at the sound of her name. Before she even knew what she was saying, she had both feet in her mouth.

"Ma'am, the candid..." Two fingers from a large tanned hand covered her lips. "Stop, my name is Ronnie, not ma'am. Away from base I don't answer to it, all right?" Brennan nodded her head, when the fingers disappeared, her lips still tingled from the contact.

"OK." With hesitation. "Ronnie, I wanted to work for the judge advocates office to help woman keep their rights, to put it simply. I want to nail men's hides to the wall for sexual harassment, rape, discrimination, sexual preference and what ever else they try to pull."

"You have high hopes don't you? The military will never change its views on gays."

"Maybe not but the other things they do to females could be changed! Why did you join? Someone with your looks could be on covers of magazines?" A pink blush would have been seen if not for the darkness of the bar.

Ronnie's eyebrows hid in her hairline. "Thanks, I think. I joined so that I could knock the hell out of male Marines in the e-club, plus it's kind of a family tradition." Finishing her drink, she asked for a coke, when out at the bars her limit was one drink.

"Mine to, daddy was a Master Gunnery Sergeant."

Ronnie's eyebrow went up again. "Was?" She questioned. "Did he retire?"

"Nope." Slamming her beer, she looked at Ronnie with hooded eyes. "He ate his 45 when my mom died."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She was stopped by a small hand touching her arm.

"It happened along time ago, don't worry about it." Her head started to drop, she tried to keep from falling out of her chair by holding on to Ronnie's arm.

"Brennan, did you drive here?"

"Yep, sure did, cars somewhere, piece of shit rust buckets." Her head was now bobbing up and down. Getting Lisa's attention Ronnie asked if she was able to drive. Getting a yes, she searched Brennan's pockets for her keys. After finding them in her front pocket, she slid her hand in feeling her leg muscles flex. She held her hand still. When she pulled her hand out with the keys, she heard Brennan groan. Tossing the keys to Lisa, she told her they would get her car later.

"Where ya gonna be? She asked Ronnie.

"At home, I'll see ya later." Picking Brennan up, she carried her outside. Walking to the three bikes sitting in the parking lot, she balanced Brennan with one leg while she removed her spare helmet from her 72 Harley Sportster. Sitting her in front of her on the bike, she put both of their helmets on. Within minutes, they were flying at 70mph down I95 South towards base. Taking the RT1 Woodbridge/Triangle exit, she turned heading towards Stafford. Taking Rt671, she hit the back roads. Turning off onto a gravel road, she soon pulled up to an old log cabin house. Around back was a ramp that went up onto the porch. Parking her bike, she opened the back door to the small kitchen. Going into the door on her right, she put Brennan on her twin bed. She flipped on the bedside light. After she had pulled off Brennan's shoes and socks, she looked at her skintight Levi's and decided those had to come off to. "No sense in having seam lines embedded in your legs. Right Ronnie you just want to get her naked!" She whispered to her self. She almost lost it when she saw that her underwear had Taz with a lawnmower centered right below the waistband heading down. Covering her with the quilt, Ronnie went into the kitchen to lock the door. Flipping the bathroom light on, she went back to her bedroom. After hanging up her leathers, she donned a large T-shirt and crawled into bed beside the snoring Brennan. Rolling Brennan on her side, Ronnie rolled over so that they were back to back. She laid watching the clocks minutes click by, it had been years since she shared her bed with someone. She was just about to get up and go on the couch when she felt a small warm body snuggle up against her. One arm went around her waist and a small hand worked its way up so that it was resting between her breasts. "I'll never get any sleep now!" She thought to herself, but sleep did claim her.

Nature screamed at Brennan in the wee hours. Forcing her eyes open, she was lost but a familiar scent came to her nose. Rising up on one elbow, she looked down onto Ronnie's peaceful face. A small smile came to her lips, seeing the light in the bathroom, she gently got out of bed. When she returned, Ronnie had rolled over onto her back. Crawling over her, she laid against the wall facing her, she fell asleep watching Ronnie.

At 0600, Ronnie woke to a heaviness on her chest. Opening one eye, she saw the top of a blond head resting on her chest. Their legs were entwined together to where it was hard to say whose legs were whose. Easing out from under her, she heard Brennan groan as she buried her head into the pillow. Ronnie was sitting at the kitchen table when Brennan came out in her Taz underwear, unable to stop, she burst out laughing.

"What's so funny!"

With tears coming down her cheeks, Ronnie pointed to Taz. A pink blush covered Brennan's neck and face. "They were a gag gift from a friend, she didn't think I would wear them." Sitting down across from Ronnie, she rubbed her face scrubbing the sleep from her eyes. Leaning back in her chair, Ronnie grabbed a cup and the coffee pot. Filling it, she placed it in front of her along with a can of canned milk and the sugar.

"Here have some high test, guaranteed to put hair on your chest."

Uncovering her eyes, she looked at the dark coffee in the cup. "Ohh yea, just what I need a hairy chest." After fixing her coffee, she took a small sip and grimaced. "Gods you're right, this stuff is awful!"

Ronnie was grinning from ear to ear. "You know the stuff out of the c-rats {war rations}that's been left over since Vietnam?"

Her cheeks filled with coffee Brennan's eyebrows lifted to her hairline, she swallowed hard to get rid of it.

"Aaghhh, you're kidding right?" Swirling the sludge in the cup. "Well maybe not!"

"Yep, domestication is not one of my many skills, me and Poni let Jack make the coffee."

"Who's Poni and Jack?" She questioned.

"Oh I forgot, you candies only know ranks and last names. Sgt. Danny Poni-nski, and Sgt. Jacklynn Cormack but we just call her Jack."

"Ok, I got it." A slight blush colored her face. "Ohhm, how did I get here, where's my car and where the hell are we?"

"All that without taken a breath! Me, Lisa and Stafford. how's that?" She replied with a lopsided grin.

"Boy you speak with complete sentences don't you?"

"Sarcasm, I like it! OK, you passed out last night in the bar, I gave Lisa your keys so she has your car and this is my little hidden secret out in no mans land, where only about 15 minutes outside the back gate to TBS."

Memories flooded her mind. "You brought me here on a motorcycle?" Fear showed plainly in her green eyes. "They scare the hell out of me, I can't believe I rode that thing."

"Welllll, I wouldn't consider what you did as riding, come on get dressed I'm hungry and all I have here is c-rats."

Brennan groaned but not as loud as her stomach did, when she came out of the bathroom, Ronnie had her leathers back on. With her back to her, Brennan was able to notice how the tight leather clung to tight muscles of her body. A fire raged in her at the thought of running her hands up those long legs. Shaking her head to bring herself back, she mumbled to herself. "Hands off." Ronnie's exceptional hearing picked up her words, hiding her grin, she turned to see a Goddess before her. With the soft light of the early morning coming in behind her, it threw a glowing halo around her. A sigh came to Ronnie's lips before she could stop it, clearing her throat for cover, she asked in a primal voice. "Ya ready?"

"More than you think, I mean ya!" Answered Brennan.

Brennan was on the bitch pad of the midnight blue hog, she had a death grip on the handles along side the seat. Ronnie could feel the tension of the body behind her. Letting go of the handle bars, she untangled Brennan's fingers and put them on her waist. With in moments, she felt Brennan relax when she wrapped her arms around her waist and leaned into the soft worn leather Jacket. They tore down RT1 heading towards Spotsylvania Virginia, with in 15 minutes Ronnie was pulling into a parking lot of a roadside diner. It looked like a log cabin, warm and rustic, picnic tables stood out front under the overhang. To the side of the cabin were 55gal. barrels sitting on their sides, the scent of hickory smoke could be smelled in the air.

"Gods that smells good, what is it?" She asked.

Ronnie gave her that lopsided smile. "BBQ ribs, they slow cook them all day, they melt in your mouth like butter, but they won't be done until lunch time, so were stuck with the usual breakfast."

"Can we come back here for lunch?" Batting her green eyes at Ronnie. "Pleeeeasssse, oh gunny warrior!"

"Gunny warrior huh! Ok, on our way back!" She put her hands on Brennan's shoulders and propelled her through the door. Chucky the owner was standing behind the bar, upon seeing Ronnie and the small blond he waved. "You're usual Ronnie?"

"Make that two would ya, and make one of them double portions, she may be little but there's a monster in her stomach that keeps making noise!"

Sitting back in her chair Brennan rubbed her stomach. "I'm stuffed, I've never had grits before, they ain't bad."

"I could tell after you ate mine, you up for a ride?"

"Where we going." She asked.

"One of my favorite places, you'll see when we get there."

Back on the road they headed out one of the old highways, Brennan watched the tree covered roadside, they passed grave markers every so often. Ronnie took a sharp turn leaning the bike almost on it's side. Cutting up through some trees she came out into a field over looking civil war cannons, trenches could still be seen crossing the field. Getting off the bike, Brennan's legs were a little stiff, she felt like she had been riding a horse.

"What is this place?"

"It's Chancellorsville, one of the battles of Spotsylvania was fought here. I come here to.. I don't know feel." Closing her blue eyes, she spoke softly. "I can feel the battle, hear the cries of men, it's almost like I was here at one time, sounds crazy doesn't?"

Brennan covered Ronnie's upper arm with her hands, leaning against her side, she rested her head against the sun-warmed leather. "No you're not crazy, I feel it to, it's like deja'vu." Hand in hand, they walked the fields in comfortably silence.

"It's getting late, you want me to take you to get your car?" She hoped she said no, she didn't want their day together to end. Brennan looked into the blue eyes seeing a warmness there that she would love to curl up in forever. "Ahh, not really." Looking down she whispered. "I would like to spend some more time with you if it's all right?"

Ronnie pulled her close. "More than you know little one, more than you know, come on lets go get some ribs to go."

Sitting out on the porch, Ronnie watched Brennan eat the last of the ribs. BBQ sauce covered her fingers and face, tossing her a wet rag so she could clean up, Ronnie sat back in her chair grinning.

"You need a bib little one." Taking the rag from her hand, Ronnie leaned over to wipe the sauce from her cheeks. Tilting Brennan's face up she examined her work. Misty green eyes watched her, with a hesitant hand, Brennan caressed a high cheekbone. Brushing back dark hair at her temple, she ran her fingers through the dark tresses to end at the back of her neck.

"You are so beautiful." She whispered as she brought her lips closer, softly pressing their lips together, she felt a bolt of lightning pierce her heart. A small groan rumbled in her chest when she felt Ronnie's lips part beneath hers. She tasted a tanginess on her lips, deepening the kiss, their tongues danced in an erotic motion. Brennan's world crashed around her. Ronnie pulled her tight against her chest, their breaths mingled, flames lashed between Ronnie's thighs. Breaking the kiss Ronnie pulled back.

"Come on lets go inside." Brennan, gasping for air tried to stand on unstable legs. Following Ronnie into the living room, she watched her turn on the TV and put a movie in the VCR. Sitting on the couch, she asked what they were gonna watch.

"You'll see, don't move, I'll be back in a second." She came back in the room with a pillow off the bed and two cans of coke, pulling a wooden crate in front of the couch to use as a table, she laid down with her head on the pillow. "Come here little one." Brennan stretched out against her resting her head on Ronnie's shoulder. Hitting the play button they watched as Richard Gere stood in front of a curtained window. "Ronnie, what is this?"
Chuckling at the confused look on her face. "Guess."

"Oooook, American gigolo?"


"Aahhh, pretty woman?"


"OK, I give up, what is it?" She asked while leaning up on one arm.

"Officer and a gentleman. You've never seen it have you?"

"Nope." Giving her an impish grin.

"Well you may have some flash backs, but let me warn you. I'm worse than Lou Gosset would ever dream of being. I have many skills in the training area!" Trailing her hands up the backs of Brennan's thighs to cup her tight rear.

"Wellllll, I need lots of instruction gunny." Proving her point by nipping the soft skin on Ronnie's neck.

"I think your doing just fine!" Capturing soft lips, she pulled her tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. Brennan ran her hands up under Ronnie's shirt feeling warm soft skin under her fingers. Kneading firm breasts, she brought a moan from deep in Ronnie's throat. Pulling Brennan's legs around her waist, Ronnie carried her into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, she straddled her hips. "Think you can handle some intense training methods Candidate Magdoon?" .

"Yes ma'am gunny Flaherty!" She said as she pulled Ronnie down to her lips.

Ronnie slowly ran her hands up under Brennan's shirt to cup her breasts, running her fingertips across hardened nipples causing Brennan's back to arch towards her. "This has to come off." She groaned pulling on the t-shirt, moments went past as they disrobed each other. Fingertips glided over warm skin sending chills through their bodies. Ronnie was on all fours above Brennan gazing into her passion filled eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this, we could both be kicked out of the Corps." Pain showed in Brennan's eyes. Wrapping her arms and legs around Ronnie, she pulled herself up to touch their foreheads together.

"Then I guess we had better make sure no one finds out!" Stealing her breath with a kiss, Brennan clung to her until they collapsed together. Their sweat dampened skin slid against each other when Ronnie moved down to kiss taught nipples. Sucking on one while she rolled the other between thumb and forefinger, brought low moans from Brennan. Running her hands up tight back muscles to dark tresses, she pulled Ronnie's head to her chest then gently pushed her head downward. Ronnie knew what she wanted, but she was in no hurry. She wanted to drag this out even though she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she had been with someone and she didn't know how long she could control herself but she was going to try.

Brennan's mind was spinning, she never thought something like this would ever happen to her. The beautiful woman assaulting her body was more than she could ask for. Her body throbbed and screamed for more. "Ronnie, oh Gods, grrrr." Her hips thrust up against Ronnie when she felt light kisses on her stomach. A warm tongue circled her naval dipping into tease. Ronnie could smell the scent of Brennan's arousement, lightly running her fingers through soft blond curls, she followed with her lips.

"Ronnie, pleeasse I want....ohhh Gods!!" Raising her head, Ronnie looked into misty green eyes.

"Whatcha want, tell me?" With the tip of her tongue, she teased the swollen nub.

"Ggrrrr... lick me!" Sliding her tongue between wet lips, Ronnie groaned.

"Gods you're so wet!" Hips came up to meet her tongue, pushing in as far as she could, she growled. Pulling out, she pushed back in to feel muscles pulse. Flicking her finger against the swollen nub, she felt the muscles in Brennan's thighs tighten. Her heels pushed into the bed, with one last thrust of her hips sent her over the edge screaming Ronnie's name.

"By the Gods Ronnie!" She moaned with every ripple, Ronnie crawled up her body to lay on her side, placing kisses on her shoulder. "Ronnie, I want to make love to you, but I've never....." Ronnie placed a soft kiss on her lips, tasting herself, she deepened the kiss. Sliding her thigh between Ronnie's legs. She pushed up feeling the wetness on her skin, she moaned into Ronnie's mouth. Rolling her onto her back, she trailed her tongue down her chin to her throat, nipping the soft skin at her pulse point she sucked. She worked her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding her lovers wetness she let out a deep moan as the juices covered her fingers. Ronnie groaned and her body trembled, Brennan brought her wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean. Ronnie's eyes were half lidded showing passion filled orbs.

Brennan couldn't wait, sliding down, she eased tanned thighs apart. Biting the skin over one hip, she got a yelp from Ronnie. Continuing to bite the insides of each thigh close to her destination, she watched as swollen lips flexed each time releasing sweet nectar to flow out. Dragging her tongue up, she lapped at the sweet nectar. Ronnie's hips pushed against her face. "Bre, aaagghhhh, I want to feel you in me." With two fingers, Brennan teased around the entrance. "Breee....your killing me!" Brennan grinned up at her, as she flicked her tongue against the bundle of nerves as she pushed her fingers in. Ronnie moaned and ground her hips matching the rhythm of fingers and tongue.

"Cum for me Ron!" She growled against her lover's mound. Ronnie's back arched pushing her shoulders into the bed, with a battle cry, she drenched Brennan in her sweet nectar. Brennan continued to lick the flowing juices until she was pulled up on a heaving chest. Pressing her very wet mound against dark wet curls, Brennan ground her hips. Grabbing her ass Ronnie pulled her in tight against her. Within seconds they both came, screaming each other's names.

Running her fingers through damp hair, Brennan looked into love filled silvery blue eyes. "I love you Ronnie." Tears trickled down Ronnie's cheeks. "I love you to Bre." A deep sleep claimed them as they slept entwined together.


Sunday morning came busting through the bedroom as a loud yell. "Outta that rack Marines, now!!!!! Then as a body crawling on top of them, Ronnie pulled the pillow over their heads, all that could be heard was a mumble. Yanking the pillow away, Lisa grinned at the huge hickey on her cousin's neck.

"I told you before cuz." Poking her hickey. "Ya gotta feed them at least once a day!"

Ronnie opened on eye. "You never clarified what I was suppose to feed them."

Lisa looked down at Brennan. "Whad ya do put her in a coma, she didn't even flinch when I yelled!"

"No, but I was close to one! Whisper little Princess in her ear and see what happens."

Lisa leaned over to Brennan's ear and whispered like Ronnie had said. Before she knew what hit her, Lisa was on her back laying across her cousin and Brennan was at the foot of the bed standing at attention. "Bre, wake up." Her eyes finally focused on the rough timbered walls, turning around about to say a smartass remark, her mouth froze open at the sight of Lisa giving her a toothy grin and a wave.

Ronnie sighed. "We have company Princess." Placing her hands on her naked hips.

"So I see." Replied Bre as Lisa laughed.

"And you know what I see?" A smirk on her lips. "Hickeys!" A pillow was pushed over her head. Ronnie pushed her off and got out of bed, leaning over, she sorted through their discarded cloths for something to put on.

"Whatta ass!" Lisa moaned. Brennan reached over and ran her hand up Ronnie's thigh to her ass.

"Yep, and it's all mine, you incestuous letch!" Ronnie groaned at the contact.

"Breee, unless your into exhibitionism you better watch those hands?" Finding their shirts across the room, she held Brennan's out to her only to be left holding it as hers was snatched away by her lover. "Hey, what am I suppose to wear?" She asked.

"You can wear mine mighty warrior!" Holding Bre's shirt up in front of her she looked down to see the bottom of it come to her naval.

"You'd like that wouldn't you! and you." Pointing to Lisa. You're enjoying this aren't you?" Cocking an eyebrow.

"Ooooh immensely." Lisa groaned with a seductive voice.

Lisa pulled Bre into the kitchen with her to look for coffee and to embarrass her cousin some more, in a voice loud enough for Ronnie to hear. "You know Brennan I have a life size poster of her in my room."

"You do!"

"Yep, in a leather skirt like thingie at that!" Seeing Ronnie come into the kitchen. "Right Xena!"

"Ok, Joxer, don't mind her she's nuts, you know to much SCI-FI channel, she's got Poni and Jack thinking their my Amazon warriors."

"Hey, I'm not the one who named my bike Argo, or has a big X in the middle of a chakram painted on my gas tank, and here's the best part Brennan, guess what her license plate says?"


"You get a cookie!"

"One question guys, who's Xena?" Brennan asked.

Two mouths fell open, Lisa looked at Brennan then back to Ronnie. "She ddddoesn't know who the Warrior Princess is! Oooohhhh myyyy Gooods!" She wailed as she collapsed to the floor gripping Ronnie's leg. "Oh mighty Warrior Princess, you must save my old bunkie, the rainbow people will put her in the straight stocks for not knowing our poster girl!"

"I told you she was nuts! get up bonehead!"

"I still have no idea who this person is!"

Ronnie rolled her eyes. "OK, Lisa get the tapes, I'll get the coffee and Princess you get the poogie bait {junk food} from in the pantry."


The three of them sat in the living room watching Xena. Every time the Warrior Princess was shown, Lisa moaned and got pelted with a cookie. "Oooohhhh my Gods!" Brennan screeched. Two voices yelled "What" in unison. "That look she just gave that scumbag!" Ronnie looked at her with the raised eyebrow. "What look?" Brennan's mouth dropped open when she looked at Ronnie. "That look! Lisa your right she does look like her!"

A smug look on her face. "Told ya, hey Ron you know who she reminds me of?" Pointing to Brennan. "Gabrielle! Yep but she's got to pass the test first."

A worried look came over Brennan's face. "What test?" She asked.

"The AB test, let me see your ABS of steel!" Cookies bounced off of her head. "OK, ok I give." Looking to the TV, Xena had just walked out of the water with a seductive look on her face. Lisa moaned again. "Gotta go guys, I hear my wife calling, oh Bre, your cars out back, later!"

Bre snuggled up to Ronnie. " Well Warrior Princess, will you do your battle cry for me?

"That all depends on what you do to me!"

Ronnie laid exhausted with her little princess laying across her with a grin from ear to ear. "So you can do that yell!"

"I have many skills!" Looking to her clock on the dresser, she figured in her head how long before they had to be back on base. "You hungry, boy that's a stupid question! We've got enough time to get something to eat and get back to base before your curfew!"

"I don't wanna go back, I wanna stay right here with you!"

Rolling over and pinning Bre, Ronnie buried her face against her neck. "I don't want you to go either but think of it this way, we get to see each other everyday and we have our weekends. It's only a few more months before you get your commission, then we have a few months before you have to report to TBS."


Ronnie parked her bike at the back of the barracks while Brennan parked her car in the Candidates lot. Each went through a different door, Brennan went to her rack while Ronnie went to the DI hut where Poni was on duty.

"OK Ronnie, what happened? I want all the dirty details!"

"Poni, I am not telling you anything!"

"Ya don't have to, I can see the hickey on your neck, got em anywhere's else Warrior Princess?"

Getting up from their desk she rounded it to come nose to chest with Ronnie, eyeballing her SDI she grinned at her. "You look like shit, no sleep huh?"

"Ya know what Poni, pay backs are a bitch, where's Jack?" She asked.

"I left her in bed, tied up!"

Brennan was in the head brushing her teeth when Lisa snuck up behind her. "Well Princess, did ya have fun with the Ronald?"

"Ronold ho?" She looked up into the mirror. "You know my cousin Ronald." She winked at her.

"Wou ave no hidea." Rinsing her mouth, she spit. "How many more days till Friday?"

"Too many, you guys going out on Friday?"

"I don't know, I know what I would like to do!"

"Oh your hooked, and bad, have you seen our SDI?"

Catching on to the meaning, she nodded her head. "What happens in the morning, how am I suppose to act?" She whispered.

"Play it like nothing ever happened, it goes both ways. Come on it's almost lights out."


During the middle of the night in between the fire watch {Candidate on barracks duty} Ronnie walked the dark squad bay, pushing footlockers under racks; she stepped beside Brennan's rack, checking around to see she wasn't being watched. She brushed Brennan's bangs from her face then went back into the DI hut.

Poni was crashed out on one of the racks snoring, rolling her over on her side, Ronnie muttered "Damn Amazon." As she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Taking the other rack, she laid down and starred at the ceiling till sleep came. The lights flipped on, the noise of scurrying bodies could be heard as they jumped in front of their racks with the exception of one. Ronnie leaned over and whispered. "Princess, rise and shine." All she got was a sigh. "Magdoon, now!" Eyes popped open to see blue eyes beneath a smoky bear hat. "Oh shit!" She never seen the grin as she jumped in front of her rack.

"You got five minutes to muster for chow, now move!

Jack sided up to Ronnie. "You make me hot when you yell like that! Nice hickey ya got there, how many she got? Oh destroyer of virgins."

"I can't believe I've have put up with you and Poni since boot camp, and she has plenty!"

"You dog! Guess we better get these babies to chow!"

"Times up ladies, line up!" Ronnie moved to the end of the squad bay while Poni and Jack walked on either side yelling at them to hurry up.


The platoon was in formation on the parade deck in their pt gear. The DI's were split up two on the sides and one at the rear. Ronnie gave them the preparatory command. "Platoon...forward march! Once they got out on the road, they were given the double time march command. Ronnie jogged beside Brennan. Glancing at her, she started calling cadence.

Mamma mamma can't you see
What the Marine Corps done to me
Use to drive a Cadillac
Now I'm humpin my own pack
Brennan looked over at Ronnie and grinned and received a wink in return.
Wo wo wo wo,
Wo wo (pause) wo wo
Wo wo wo yeah
Wo wo (pause) wo wo
Took away my fancy jeans
Now I wear cami greens
Use to date a beauty queen
Now I date an M-16

Took away my fancy jeans
Now I wear cami greens.

Me and Superman, had a fight

I hit him in the head with kryptonite
I hit him so hard I busted his brain
Now I'm dating Lois lane
Well me and Batman had one to
So I hit him with my left shoe
Right in the temple with my left heel
Now I'm driving the Bat mobile!

After five miles of double timing the Candidates were worn out along with Ronnie's voice, Brennan's legs were burning and her feet where killing her. She could feel the blisters on her heels burning. They had run every morning but never 5 miles, something was up.

Days went by with the Candidates falling into their racks exhausted, the DI's didn't fair much better. Sgt.'s Poninski and Cormack looked like hell, all they could do was get back to the barracks shower and collapse together in their rack, their sex life was suffering. Ronnie had a feral look to her 24hours a day, Poni and Jack were tempted to give her a blanket party {a good beating}except they knew they would be the ones to end up a sickbay in body casts. But today they would get a little break, going by their training schedule they where to train the Candidates first aid and CPR. They were praying Ronnie didn't injure someone to have something to work with. They weren't worried so much for the women, it was the guys who would have to run for their lives. Ronnie was notorious for beating the hell out of them while on field maneuvers, not to mention what she did to the e-club with the guys bodies. Sickbay moved to the parade deck when she went on a rampage, which was at least once a month. Her discipline page went from page 11 to 11e, if not for their Captain being one of them and hating men, she would have been busted down in rank.

The Candidates were standing at ease in the field behind the barracks, with the grass was still damp from the night before. The platoon was split up into 3 groups to make training easier, each DI instructed them on basic first aid, and when it came to CPR, they spit them up in to couples. Going into detail as what to do if a drowning happened. Ronnie stepped before Brennan, having her lay on the wet ground, she demonstrated to the others about clearing the air passageway. Propping the neck up and how to find the proper placement of their hands to press on the body so as not to break any ribs.

"Now I want everyone to watch what I am doing, and copy it on your bunkie. Place the heal of your hand below the breast bone." Running her hands up Brennan's stomach she splayed her fingers so that they were touching the bottom of her breasts, flames showed in her blue eyes removing the coldness that had been their for the last couple of days. "Without pressing I want you to count to 15, those are the number of compression's to be given, then moving to the head you hold them under their neck. Clamping the nose close give them 3 breaths, then resume compression's. When the individual has started breathing on their own or help has arrived is when you stop. Now try it after completing it twice, switch positions. Brennan's heart beat out of her chest at the feral grin on her lovers face. Ronnie brushed her fingers under heaving breasts, her counting was more like one, instead of one thru fifteen for the compression's. Turning her back to everyone, she moved to Brennan's head. Watching her, Brennan felt fear and arousement course through her body. Leaning over her lover, Ronnie lingered and fell deeply into misty green eyes.

"Princess." She whispered. "Relax."

Pressing their lips together gently at first, it then became a deep passion starved war of tongues. Breaking the kiss, they were both in need of CPR from lack of air. Looking down at a flushed face Ronnie grinned. "Did I do all right?"

"Nope, I think you better try again!"

Ronnie did her quick count then ravaged Brennan's mouth again. Breaking the kiss. She asked on her performance.

"Nope." Brennan giggled. "Let me show you how to give life stealing CPR!"

Switching positions Brennan now attacked Ronnie's lips. The second time around Brennan sucked Ronnie's tongue into her mouth pulling a small groan from her chest. Lisa who was sitting by heard, giving Brennan a swift kick in the ass to break them apart. Crawling to her weak legs, Ronnie called the platoon to attention and released them, which surprised everyone. Poni and Jack approached her afterwards. Her face flushed and her breathing ragged. She yelped. "What!"

"Now we know why you've been trying to kill everyone?" Poni retorted. "Sexual frustration, ya think, Jack?"

"Oohhh yeahhh!!! Ya think we could get away with what she just pulled?"

"Not a chance!"

"Will you two Amazons stop acting like I'm not here!"

"Ya know Poni, I think the old Warrior here knocked off one of the Candies just so she could have her little princess all to herself!"

"Must have been that body they found in the ditch on the way to main side!"

"All right jarheads, I'm going to run the course, see ya later."

The Sgt.'s were hiding out in their truck waiting for Ronnie to start the course, within minutes she came running by in full deuce gear including the old bullet proof vest that after 10 minutes felt like it weighed 200lbs. "She's finally gone off the deep end Jack, come on we better track her in case she passes out." Giving Ronnie a couple of minutes head start, they headed off into the woods to keep an eye on her.

An hour later after the Sgt.'s had the shit scared out of them by Ronnie sneaking up behind them and jumping on them. They decided to go back to their truck and wait.

"Jack where is she? She should have come out by now, how many times can she run the course?"

"I got a bad feeling, something's not right Poni, you get the Princess. I'm gonna start back by the air wing gym and work my way back, you two split up and walk from this end."

Poni grabbed Brennan and Lisa from the barracks, figuring Lisa knew the course as well as her and Jack. She could start from down by the Demo platoons Quonset hut and work her way from that end, once they all met up they would have covered a shape similar to a large triangle. On either side of the trail that the course was on was all kinds of drop off's, Quigley pits, ravines and a scummy pond covered in duckweed not to mention the copper heads and cotton mouths lurking around. Brennan took off through the trees, her heart pounding out off her chest from worry over her lover's disappearance.

Ronnie was running down one of the paths that was no longer used because of it's dangerous ravines that could only be crossed by running across a downed log over them. She had made it across two of them and was on the last one before she would cut back over to join the main trail that would bring her back to the beginning. Half way across, she heard the cracking of wood. Taking one more step, she felt the log break, throwing her body to the other half she clung for life. Pulling herself along the log and mentally kicking herself for wearing all the damn gear. She had almost made it to the other side, when the ropes holding the log to the other side rotten from never being replaced in years gave. Ronnie's end started to drop the 12foot into the ravine, with almost 250lbs excess weight on her body, she could do nothing but fall and pray to the gods she survived. As she dropped, all she thought of were misty green eyes. She yelled her lover's name as she dropped to the rock strewn ground below.

Brennan and Poni were about 25 foot apart 3/4 of the way up the trail when Poni heard a loud crack penetrate the air, stopping, she listen further. It was hard to tell just where the sound came from, a few minutes later, she heard what she thought was Brennan's name being yelled. Brennan's breath caught in her chest when she heard her name, running towards the direction it came from she came upon the ravine. Looking down, she could just make out cami's beneath part of a huge log. "Ronniiiie!!!!!" Sliding down the loose dirt, she crawled over to her lover. "Ronnie, oh gods answer me, Ronnie." She cried. Removing the steel helmet covering her lovers head, she noticed the long cut above her dark eyebrow, blood flowed down her temple to collect in her dark hair. Her right cheek and eye were an ugly color and swelling. Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Oooohhh Gooodddsss don't take her!" Throwing her head back, she screamed for Poni.

Poni was heading towards where she had last seen Brennan when she heard her name screamed, running like the hounds of Hell were behind her, she came to the ravine. Seeing them down there, she launched off of the edge, landing just a few feet from them.

"Damn you to Tartarus Ronnie!" Checking for a pulse, she found one but it was thready. Brennan cradling her lover's head in her lap pleaded with Poni to do something. Standing up, she looked at where the log lay across her friends stomach. "I can't lift this by myself, I need help." Getting up, she crawled to the edge of the ravine, sending out a whistle that pierced the air. Brennan's head popped up, flash's of a forgotten past shot through her brain. Seconds later another call was heard, then another one answering back. Sliding back down to her friends, Poni looked into the tear-filled eyes.

"I know what those whistles meant Poni, I remember."

Poni knelt down behind Brennan, pulling her against her chest, she rested her chin on top of her head. "It just keeps repeating itself doesn't it Princess?"

"What seemed like a lifetime went by before Lisa dropped down to join them. with Lisa's help, Poni was able to lift the log off of Ronnie, seconds later they heard a horn blaring in the distance.

"That's Jack, she's come up the fire break."

Brennan was unbuckling Ronnie's gear while the other two went to get the backboard from the truck and help Jack with the first aid gear they kept there. Once she was on the backboard and out of the ravine, Poni and Lisa went to retrieve her gear.

"Dite's tits." Poni groaned. "What has she got in this pack?" Opening the flap, she pulled out 4 sand bags. "Look at what the idiot has in here Lisa, I told you guys she was nuts!" Lugging everything up they took off towards Stafford with Jack driving, Poni up front, Lisa and Brennan in the back keeping Ronnie from moving around.

"Aren't we going to the hospital?" Questioned Brennan.

"Nope." Replied Lisa. "We can handle this, she gives us good practice.... all the time!"


They had her in bed and Lisa was checking her for internal injuries when a tall dark haired women with silvery blue eyes came into the room. "How bad this time?" She asked. "Hey Aunt M, no worse than when she decided to play evil Kneivel on the Amtrak trails." Pulling a quilt over her cousin Lisa gave her aunt a hug. "Come on lets go see the others."

Entering the kitchen Lisa and her aunt found Poni raiding the refrigerator and Jack comforting Brennan.

"Hey Melissa, how's it going, wanna beer!"

"Nothing phases you does it Poni? Jack how do you put up with her?"

"Well the last time was let me see." Jack grinned. "Bondage, keeps her busy for awhile, oh Brennan this is Captain Melissa Wilkins, mine and Poni's CO, and Ronnie's mother."

Brennan's mouth dropped open. "Your CO, and Ronnie's mother, oh Gods I'm in trouble right?"

"No, far from it, I'm your savior."

"My savior, I don't understand."

"Aaaahhh don't worry, she's one of us not to mention your CO's main squeeze."

"Well Jack." Melissa laughed. "Your woman sure has a way with words, something's never change."

"Brennan, go see your woman, and don't worry I'll take care of everything with your CO." Jack touched her shoulder. "Go on."

She sat on a wooden crate beside their bed holding Ronnie's hand, a few hours had gone by and Ronnie was still unconscious. Everyone had gone except Lisa, who said she would hang around a little longer, since just living 2 minutes down the driveway from Ronnie. She would wait until Lori got home then return to base in the morning. Brennan had dozed off with her head on the edge of the mattress, she jerked awake when she felt her fingers being squeezed. "Bre?"

"Ronnie, Gods you had me scared, how are you feeling? Don't you ever do anything like that again or I'll kick you into the next lifetime." Grabbing a glass of water, she eased Ronnie up so she could drink.

"Why aren't you on base, oh Gods my chest hurts."

"Your mother said she would take care of everything, why didn't you tell me your mother was your CO?"

"It's top secret, only 5 people know, well 6 counting you, come here." Moving over, she pulled her lover on to the bed beside her. "I love you Bre!" Kissing her neck Brennan replied. "Back at ya, Lisa told me that if you hadn't had that flack jacket on your chest would have been crushed, and that the sand bags in your pack broke your fall and Poni wants to kick your ass!"

"Ha ha ha, ooowww...I feel like a truck hit me, and I can't see a damn thing out of my eye."

Smoothing the hair from her forehead, Brennan placed a soft kiss to her lover's bruised and swollen cheek. "Lisa had to put 12 stitches above you eyebrow, and you have one hell of a black eye, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything!"

"What were you doing?"

"Aaahhmmm, working off frustration!"

"Did it work?"

"Nope, now it's worse and I'm to sore to do anything about it!"

"Well, we'll see what we can do about that later, right now you need some rest."

Brennan got up from their bed moving across the room, she stopped at the sound of her name. "Bre, don't leave me!"

"I'll never leave you, I looked for you to long to do that!"


Saturday found one bruised, frustrated and pissed off gunny polishing the chrome on her hog while her princess straddled the bitch pad. "Do you have to sit like that?"

"Like what?" An innocent look on her face.

"Like that!" Pointing to her spread legs. "You trying to kill me?"

"Oohhh, you mean sitting here like this." Spreading her legs wider. "With no underwear on?"

"That's funny princess, no what would be even funnier?"

"Nope, what?"

"This!" Ronnie turned the garden hose on her, Bre took off running with Ronnie behind her. "Come back, I think you need cooled off some more!" She rounded the corner of the house to find Bre with the hose crimped in her hand. "No fair Bre, you get me all hot and now you won't let me work it off by drowning you!"

"I could think of drowning in a much more enjoyable way, oh horny warrior of mine." Dropping the hose Bre walked up to Ronnie and straddled her muscular thigh, sliding from her knee up, she grabbed her ass. "I think you've suffered enough for the CPR training and trying to be Xena in the ravine, but first you have to catch me!" Ronnie found her straddling her bike once again. "That was to easy Bre!" Brennan pulled off the old shirt of Ronnie's and tossed it at her. "I now why the guys call it a bitch pad, but can you get me off without starting up the bike?"

Pressing up against her lover, she ran her tongue across her top lip, flicking it lightly with the very tip. Dragging her short nails down the bare skin of her back causing chills to travel up her spine, and then to knead her ass. Ronnie pulled her up tight against her grinding hips. Her tongue slipped inside her ear then around the outside. Brennan felt flames settle between her thighs being fed further with each thrust of hips, moving her hands in between them; she undid Ronnie's Levi's. Sliding them down along with her boxer shorts, their wet curls met. Ronnie growled into her ear with the contact. Small fingers slipped between her nether lips to collect her juices After licking her fingers, Bre whispered in Ronnie's ear. "Wanna earn your scuba pin?"

More growling was heard from her lover. Lips and tongue worked their way frantically down her body to her wet blond curls, Ronnie placed Bre's legs over her shoulders, burying her face, she licked with the flat of her tongue. Brennan leaned back bracing herself on the seat, her hips grinding against a probing tongue. Ronnie pushed her tongue in feeling quivering muscles.

"Ronnie, growl ooohhh.... please....growl!"

Feeling the vibration against her, she came covering her lovers chin with warm juices that continued to flow with each contraction. Spent she fell forward over Ronnie's back. Easing her down to the grass, they lay entangled in Ronnie's Levi's.

"Do I get my scuba pin princess?"

"Oooohhh yeeeaaahh!!! Plus any other medal you want!"

"There is one I don't have yet." Wiggling her eyebrows. "My red wings."

"Red wings? I don't think I've.....oh Gods Ron, your sick!"

Brennan pulled herself in to a sitting position, turning around she started to pull the tangled Levi's off of her lover's feet, before she had both feet free, she felt fingers slid inside her. "Roooonniee, your bad?baadd warrior!" Ronnie used Bre's thighs to pull herself down to meet her fingers. Teasing with her tongue, she brought her princess back up to the edge. Bending over Bre sucked a very swollen nub into her mouth, keeping in rhythm with each other, Ronnie came first followed by her lover, when the war cry vibrated against her swollen lips. Rolling off to the grass Bre laid there completely spent. They cuddled against each other and watched the stars come across the night sky.


Jack and Poni found a party to crash in triangle, it was being held by one of the female MP's. Her house was packed with women, the bathtub was filled with ice and every kind of beer in Virginia. Bottles of liqueur were in the sink chilling in ice and on the kitchen table was a huge punch bowl with some purple stuff in it. Right next to a half-eaten watermelon which rumor has it drank half a gallon of Everclear. Cloths where piled up in the middle of the floor in the living room, some woman ran around naked but the rest were covered in every color of bed sheet they could find. The partiers decided it as time to invade triangle. 25 stormed down the streets yelling toga toga, hail Caesar. They had gotten about a mile up RT1 when they heard sirens, then saw blue lights flashing on dark green cruisers. "Oooohhh shit Pons, heres they comes, gottsa runs for it!" Hiking up her toga Jack took off with Poni behind her. Charging at a stumbling gait, they headed for the woods. Stopping to catch their breath Jack looked at her lover. "Pons, whats waz that's purple stuff?" One of Poni's eye's wouldn't stay open. "Thinks it's mojo." She slurred. "Tastes like kool aide." They made it to the side gate, which was closed every night at dark. Looking through the guard shack window at the phone inside Jack sighed. "Knows what wover, cants drive, MP's wooking for Romans." Poni gave her a lopsided toothy grin. Reaching inside the top of her toga, she pulled out her K-Bar and waved it in the air with an unsteady hand. "Tit-bar!" Jacks mouth fell open, Poni jimmied the door open, grabbing the phone she dialed with great difficulty with her one blurry eye. When the phone was answered, all she could get out was. "We's drunk gets us sides gate."

20 minutes later a 4x4 truck pulled up to find two toga clad jarheads leaning against each other and the shack passed out.

"Damn Amazons." Mumbled Lisa tossing them in the back, she knew she couldn't take them back to the barracks. There was no way she could get them up the back stairs to their room and no way in Tartarus was she gonna go right through the front doors and ask the duty for help. Nope only one place for them. She laughed all the way down the road.

Climbing out of the truck, she got in back, putting her head between her friends, she whispered in their ears. "Amazons, were being attacked by men, hurry in the hut, go." Two quick slaps woke them up. "Jack.. Mens?hut..." Grabbing her lover's hand, she pulled her out of the back of the bed. Stumbling through the door Lisa counted to ten, when she heard screams and a war cry, she jumped in her truck she fled home.

"Son of a bitch, Poni get off me, you simple bitch! uuuggghhh!!! Jaaaaccccck....stop biting me!!! Ronnie and Bre were pinned under them, within seconds four women were tangled in sheets. The whole mass rolled on to the floor. Bre got loose, crawling across the heap of rolling bodies, she hit the light on. Jumping back onto the pile, she started pulling on arms and legs sinking her teeth in to a limb here and there. Ronnie had Poni and Jack in headlocks while Bre still rolled around now tangled with the sheets. When a leg moved in front of her, she grabbed it and sunk her teeth in only to hear her lover scream "Breeennaan!!!!!" A blond head popped up. "Sorry baby!"

Two unconscious jarheads lay on the floor, throwing a blanket over them, Ronnie climbed back into bed. "Come on Princess, Roman orgies get me hot!"


Standing at the stove fixing eggs Ronnie sang at the top of her lungs in a rich alto. "From the walls of Brennan's pussy, to the firmness of her ass, I will lick my lovers nipples in the air, on land and sea. First I.... Oooowwww!" She spun around to find Brennan holding the flipper, which had seconds earlier made contact with her bare ass.

"That's funny, new version of the Marine Corps hymn oh demented warrior of mine?"

"Uuuhhmm, yep, you like?" She asked giving her toothiest grin.

"You scare me sometimes Ronnie." Looking under her lovers arm at the eggs burning in the frying pan, she snatched the pan off the stove. "These ones are for the coma patients, they deserve all this grease and burnt stuff, why don't you go wake them up." Kissing the top of a blond head, Ronnie grabbed a pot and metal spoon. "Back in a minute." With a raised eyebrow, Brennan turned to watch her leave.

Banging on the pot Ronnie yelled. "Rise and shine Amazons rise and shine!"

"Oooohhhh my head, please tell me I'm dead!"

"Not even close Jack!" Ronnie grabbed Poni's ear. "Come on Caesar, time to get up breakfast is almost done!"

Two moaning women crawled across the floor heading towards the kitchen. they sat with their heads buried in their arms. Ronnie sat across from them. "How'd you guys get here anyway?"

Jack mumbled from the table. "I don't know but I think someone dragged us under an Amtrak, my whole body hurts!"

Poni threw her leg up on the table to examine the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. "Jack did you bite me?

Brennan bit one side of her bottom lip as she dropped her head.

"Aahhh no that would be me, sorry Poni!"

"You could have gone a little higher ya know. Oooowwwoooww!
that's my ear."

"Keep it up Poni and I'll be wearing it with my dog tags!"

"Hey Ronnie did I ever tell you what Jack likes me to do with her dog tags? She......yeeeoooowww... hey that was my hair!"

"No one will know it's missing down there!"

"See what you started princess?" Ronnie chuckled.

"Oooohhh no, I'm not taking the blame for your jarheads, their all yours, sweetheart!"


Trouble brewed in the field, never caring what anyone said about her, Ronnie became quite livid at what was being said about her lover by the grunts in the field. Sitting by the fire in the middle of their bivouac (by the way this is Greek for camp) Ronnie ground her teeth so hard her jaws hurt, muscles stressed tight like bowstrings, she could hardly contain her fury! All the candidates were in their shelter halves, which formed a circled perimeter around the fire. Off a distance where the grunts who would help train the women on field maneuvers the following day. Having escorted them on their march to TBS, the men had a lengthy time to eyeball the young women, one in particular caught their lecherous eyes.

"Man, Hernandez what I wouldn't do to spend some time with that little blond in a fox hole on a cold night, just looking at her put me at full mast!" The scumbag grabbed his crotch for emphasis.

Ronnie's blood pressure was climbing by the second.

"Well you know what they say about WAM'S {wide ass marines, I hate this term} they swing the wrong way, Vanderson."

"Well one night with me and I'd make a real woman out of her, I'd fuck her till she couldn't walk!"

"Sounds like operation D to me, and ya know once it gets dark and all the gunfire nobody can her a damn thing, whadya say to a good old grunt exercise?"

"You're on, but rank takes top."

Ronnie was walking around the fire headed in their direction when Poni stepped in front of her. "No Ron, let them go, their not worth your career, their just running their jaws. Come on it's my watch now go get some sleep!" Ronnie shook her head then turned towards where her shelter half sat next to Poni and Jacks. Grabbing her mummy bag, she slipped out the back flap and walked behind the other shelter halves. She found Brennan's and laid out her bag so that she blocked the rear flap. She knew that with Poni at the front and her at the back, no one would get to her lover.


The candidates sat on the metal bleachers listening to the male instructors explain how booby traps worked, the proper throwing of grenades and what to do if one falls in your foxhole. Having received their M-16's the week before, he told showed them the proper way of moving through the trees with it, to many Marines had been injured by their own rifle on maneuvers.

Pitch darkness came bringing with it a ferocious SDI, stalking through the trees as the tracer rounds flew over her head from M50, M-16 and mortars. She was pissed at herself for losing Brennan in the mock war, there where to many sets of cami's running through the trees. Bodies jumping in and out of foxholes to scurrying seconds later to another one. They were working their way to the other side of the trees, in full combat gear, it was hard to tell male from female. And with all the grease paint on their faces, their features were disfigured further. Poni and Jack where out there somewhere trying to keep an eye out for trouble, but with so many bodies running around it was hard to do anything. Ronnie took to the trees hoping she would be able to see more when the phosphorus flares went up illuminating the area below.


Brennan had been separated from the others when her night vision was lost for a few seconds from one of the flares going off close to her. Waiting for her eyes to return to normal, she stayed where she was. Rubbing her eyes to get the burning to stop from all the smoke floating through the air, she never seen the two bodies in cami netting come up behind her. A hand covered her mouth roughly while an arm went under her arms and around her ankles. She struggled against them, kicking her legs trying to break free but it was useless, who ever they were, they knew what they were doing. Dragging her off into the trees, she couldn't tell in which direction they were going. She was thrown to the ground and straddled by one while the other tied her hands to a tree. She felt her belt being ripped off her body, she tried to scream but the hand clamped down hard. Bringing her knee up, she hit him in the back throwing him on her. "You stupid bitch!" He brought his hand back punching her in the mouth splitting her lip, lights danced before her eyes from the pain. Then darkness started to claim her until she felt the knife cut through her webbed harness belt, cami jacket and T-shirt. And then nicking her skin as it came towards her throat. Blood ran down between her breasts. The one who had tied her arms was now tearing her cami trousers off her.

"Come on Vanderson, slam the bitch so I can have my turn!"

"Hold the bitches legs, cuz if she kicks me again I'm gonna snap her neck.

Ronnie scanned the area with the last flare, about 200 meters off she seen movement but couldn't tell what if anything it was, it looked like bushes but with the pink flare, it was hard to tell. With the next flare, she watched that area and seen the shapes gone, fear pierced her heart. Dropping from the tree, she ran with total un-abandoned fear of being hit by a tracer round. Branches slapped at her gear and body then a red flash burst in front of her face, hitting the ground she moaned. Rolling to her knees, she covered her face, tears came to her eyes as a scream came to her ears. Standing on wobbly legs, she half- stumbled half ran in that direction. Through tears, she seen movement of three bodies struggling. Rage tore through her, screaming her battle cry she ran.

"Oooohhh fuck!" Poni took off running in the direction of the unmistakable war cry. Running past Jack on her way, she grabbed her monkey harness straps and jerked her to her feet. "Come on there's trouble!"

The full force of enraged warrior hit Vanderson broadside, knocking the air from his lungs. Hernandez shocked at what had just happened froze, cold icy eyes bore right threw him, his eardrums pierced by a scream like none ever heard before. He was lifted by his throat and slammed into a tree knocking him out cold. Vanderson staggered to his feet rubbing his ribs, he gulped air, moving to the whimpering body on the ground. He kicked her in the side of her face then her ribs suffered the same, kneeling on her chest, he punched her only to be grabbed around the throat and thrown to the ground.

Poni and Jack burst through the trees to see Ronnie pounding a body into the ground, the screams coming from her sent chills up their spines, rage was an understatement for what was going through Ronnie's mind. Poni jumped her, knocking her off the body. Even with her bulk, Poni struggled to hold her down. Catching the feral insane look on her friends face she shivered.

"Ronnie stop, for Gods sake it's me, you gotta stop now!"

The red haze of rage cleared from her head as she looked into camel colored eyes. "Breeeennaaaan!"

Jack knelt beside an unconscious Brennan, running her hands across her cheek her hand came away wet and sticky. "Oooohhh Gods!" Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks "Ponnii... go get help!" Ronnie crawled to her lover, seeing her trousers around her knees, she tried to pull them up while Jack cut the ropes holding her hands to the tree. A white flare went up above them as it drifted closer, Ronnie seen a dark trail pooling on Brennan's stomach. Dipping her fingers in it, she felt that it was warm and sticky. A wail came from deep in her chest, taking 10 years off Jack's life. She picked Brennan up in her arms and cradled her head to her chest, tears poured down her face. Jack sat in front of them with her arms around Ronnie rocking them as they cried.

All they heard was a commotion coming through the trees.

"Get the fuck outta my way you stupid asshole!"

"You heard her move your ass or I will!" Yelled Poni.

Lisa and Poni dropped down beside their friends, but where pushed to the side as Corpsman tried to pull Brennan from Ronnie's arms.

"Get away from her!" Ronnie pushed the squid {navy personnel} away. Jack pulled the men aside "Give us the stretcher we'll get her to the ambulance, you take care of the scum over there!" Pointing to Hernandez and Vanderson.

Looking on the ground behind her, Poni saw the unconscious Marine. As she stepped back, she ground the heel of her combat boot in his groan. Feeling the flesh give beneath her heel, she growled with a sound close to pleasure. Lisa grabbed her and pulled her away. "Come on Poni, we gotta get her out of here." Pointing to Ronnie. "Before she starts killing!"

Three female Marines sat in the waiting room at the hospital on main side, as one paced back and forth wearing the floor tiles away. Their gear was piled against the wall except for the K-Bar slapping the palm of Ronnie's hand. Capt. Wilkins came running down the hall at break neck speed, seeing her daughter, she stopped before her. Taking the knife from her hand, she tossed it to Poni. Cupping her daughters face, she watched as the walls crumpled behind her eyes. Pulling her in to a fierce hug, she felt the flood gates release into choking sobs, sinking to the floor, she held her until she fell asleep.

Hours later, a doctor ushered a threatening Ronnie to the ICU area. Brennan lay in a hospital bed with tubes running out of her arms, stitches could be seen in her lip and cheek. And a bright white bandage was wrapped around her head with blood seeping through. Fresh tears pooled in Ronnie's eyes at the sight of her lover.

"Gunny, you can't stay to long, she needs..."

Ronnie spun on him growling through clenched teeth.


The scared doctor returned to the waiting room to find four vicious women. Three of them still in green face paint and one with silver intense eyes glaring at him. The silvered eyed one came towards him making him step back trapping himself against the bulkhead.

"Now tell me how she is or I'll turn that Marine you took to see her loose on this hospital, got that."

"Go mom!" The others yelled.

"OK ok, she has a concussion from what we can tell it was from a kick, she has the imprint of a combat boot to her temple. We put 14 stitches in the side of her head, 22 in her cheek and six on the inside of her lip and four outside, nine between her breasts that where from when her cloths where cut off. Three of her ribs were broke, and she has numerous cuts and bruises. She is heavily medicated and sleeping. We will know more of her head injure in the morning.

Jack stepped forward. "Was she?"

"No! She was not violated!" Sighs of relief were heard.

"What about the assholes that did it to her." Poni asked. "Are they alive?"

"One of them is at the brig sickbay with a concussion, the other one aahhmm... is still in surgery having reconstructive surgery on his face, and we are waiting for a urologist." Lisa elbowed a smirking Poni. "To get here from Bethesda Naval Hospital for the rest of the reconstructive surgery." He cleared his throat and smiled at them. "He deserved worse than he got!"

"Thank you doctor, how long before we can see her." Capt. Wilkins asked.

"Not until tomorrow morning, I must go now to check on other patients."

The Capt. turned to her daughter's friends and her niece, looking at the floor she shook her head. "I can't help Ronnie with this, those Marines are going to press charges against her, this is going to be one huge mess. The NIS and CID are going to investigate this because of the injuries and with it being an attempted rape."

"We understand." Jack replied. "Is there anything we can do in her defense?"

"Just tell the investigators what you know, then we wait and see. I'm gonna go see Ronnie, you guys get back to the barracks, everyone was pulled out of the field and are back at OCS.

Ronnie looking like hell, had tried to wipe the grease paint off her face. She stopped after finding she had burns from when the tracer round had hit her helmet dropping bits of the phosphorous onto her skin. Her eyebrow had been opened again from a branch or when she hit Vanderson. She had no idea, in her rage, she felt no pain. Sitting on a chair next to the bed, she held Brennan's small hand in hers. Her mother stood in the doorway watching, her heart went out to her stoic daughter whom very seldom showed any emotion. Seeing her now, she understood just how deeply her feelings where for this little blond, and because of it, it may be the end of their careers in the Corps.

Standing to the side Capt. Wilkins gazed down at Brennan's sleeping form, while running her hand through her daughters dark tresses.

"The doctor said she'll be fine, she just needs to rest."

Ronnie broke contact with her lovers face to look up at her mother. "Ma she wasn't...." Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked to the bruises covering Brennan.

"No Ronnie she wasn't, you kept that from happening. I don't need to tell you what is going to happen to you for what you did to those Marines. This is more serious than any of the other times, the one guy will be disfigured for the rest of his abnormal life. Not to mention, he'll be squatting to piss from now on." Ronnie's eyebrows drew together with this news, not remembering much of the beating she gave him.


Brennan was released from the hospital 5 days later, pissed beyond words. Two days after she had awoke the MP's came and took Ronnie away, when Jack and Poni came to see he, they told her that she had been put on barracks restriction to await the investigation and the hearing before the judge advocate. Brennan had been put on light duty until her ribs healed, and was able to finish her training. But that didn't help the fact that Ronnie was being held in her room on main side and she was at OCS.

She was bouncing off the walls and Lisa was at a loss as to what to do for her friend, Poni and Jack gave her messages form Ronnie, but it still didn't help the fact that she wanted to be with Ronnie.

She couldn't stand it anymore, being stuck in her room was killing her. If not for the fact that every hour up until 2100, she had to trek across the back of the barracks to H&SBn to check in with the duty. She knew she would have beat someone into a pulp to break the boredom. She got letters from Brennan via Poni and Jack everyday and in just a short time, they were worn enough from reading to look like they belonged in the Smithsonian. While she was down stairs, her ma showed up to tell her that NIS and CID had interviewed the two male marines about the night in the field. And where going to be seeing Lisa, Poni and Jack the next day, so she was to plan on being next. After her ma left, she headed over to check in with the duty.

Poni and Jack pulled to the back of the barracks. Parking their truck, they took off running to the basement door. Scouting the area for anyone in the laundry room, they ran down the dark area that led to the back stairs that led to the NCO quarters. At each landing, they checked the hallway for Marines until the reached the third floor. Poni went through the hatch first, running down to the next one, she stood watch, when the area was clear they sprinted down the hall. With her tit-bar, Poni slipped the lock.

"Pon you scare me with that thing, why do you have to carry it there?" Her lover asked.

"What else am I suppose ta do with all this cleavage?"

"How come I've never found it there when, you know, we ahh?"

"Because, ya always go lower first, gives me time ta toss it!"

Jack blushed red, she just couldn't help where her mind went first when it came to her lover! "OK Pons, I got it, lets go before she gets back and beats us to death." As they went down towards their room, they ran into Ronnie. "Hey Ron, done with the assholes for the night, you know with checking in?" Questioned Jack.

Ronnie gave them a funny look, they were up to no good, she just knew it. Poni never could keep a poker face around her.

"Yeah, I'm done until tomorrow morning, why don't you come on down to my room and well hang out for awhile?"

"Ahhhh, we'd." looking to Poni. "Aaahhh like to but we have laundry to do, yeah that's it, you know Poni the pig, she won't wash cloths, so she wears my underwear!" Jack gave her a raised eyebrow.

"Like I." A stern look form Jack. "Just love her thongs, yep that's it, makes me feel close to her all day long, yep sure does.....you know Ron she....owowowow!!!!! That's my tit!"

"Yep sure is, well Ron gotta go see ya!"

Ronnie shook her head as she walked down the hall, she could still hear her friends as they went. "Poni one of these days, thongs? You no damn well I don't wear thongs!"

"Oh, well that must have been....Yeow! Just kidding sweetheart, I would love to see you in one of those little thongs, a nice black leather one, oh boy makes my blood boil just thinking about it, will ya?

"Will I what?" Poni gave her a pleading look. "Ya know wear one for me?" Coming to their door Jack pushed her in. "Would ya settle for nothin for now?" As the door closed an Amazon war cry was heard.

Ronnie talked to herself on her walk down the hall. "They sure are sick bitches, leather thongs really!" A huge grin covered her face at the thought of her top drawer full of leather thongs. She walked into her now dark room, feeling something amiss, she crouched. Seeing movement on her rack, she pounced, fully intending to kill who ever was there. With her fist raised ready to pound, she heard her name whispered. Flipping the light on, she gazed down into misty green eyes. "Oh gods, Bre I'm sorry, I didn't know!" Pulling her close, she kissed her neck. "How did you get in here?" Realization hit. "Ooohh no they didn't?!" Kissing the soft lips of her lover, she whispered in her ear. "Remind me to thank them in the morning."


Cami's flew through the air caused by Jack's inpatient hands, holding Poni's foot in her hands, she pulled on her boot. With all her strength she tugged, Poni put her other foot on her lover's ass and pushed, the boot came free sending Jack through the air to land on her stomach across their rack. A yell was heard from outside from someone down below. Poni crawled on top of Jack's back, pushing blond curly hair out of the way, she nuzzled soft skin. "What was that yell?" She mumbled against her lovers skin.

"Ya know your boot, well it kinda went out the window!" Raising her head, she glanced at the opened window. "Oh well, what's another one!" Pulling Jack's T-shirt up over her shoulders trapping her arms. Poni ran her tongue up her lover's spine, nipping her skin across muscled shoulders, causing the body below her squirm. She pushed her naked hips against a cami covered tight ass and moaned. Sliding her hands down along Jack's ribs, she reached her web belt, pulling it free she then undid the buttons and pulled trousers and underwear down around tanned thighs. Jack could feel the wet curls of her lover when she ground her hips. Pulling heated skin into her mouth Poni sucked at the back of her neck, rolling Jack over with out breaking contact, she continued to assault her lovers skin. "Aaahhh....harder Pon!"

While Poni squeezed firm breasts in her strong hands, she sucked harder. Kicking her legs free of her trousers, Jack wrapped her legs around thrusting hips. She felt a strange sensation in the side of her neck and face but ignored it, wrapping her fingers in dark hair, she forced Poni to let go, and received a growl for it. After pulling her lover's lips to her, she nipped a full lower lip. Running her tongue across white teeth Jack gained entrance. Her kiss deepened plunging her tongue inside as one hand found wet swollen lips. Slipping three fingers inside, she swallowed a moan from Poni. Bracing her hand against her own aroused lips, she pushed up to Poni. Locked together, they thrust as one. Ragged breathing and moans could be heard from the lover's as they pushed each other higher towards the heavens. Within seconds, they were overcome by thunderous orgasms. Screaming was heard through out the third deck. All that was heard from room 333 was laughing from a dark SDI and her blond princess.

Between ragged breaths Jack kissed Poni's lips." It's never been that intense before!" Camel colored eyes crinkled at the edges. "I never thought of ya in a leather thong before!"

"Guess I'll have to get one then!"

"Can we do somethin else I've been dreamin about doin ta little Jack, huh baby, can I huh huh?"

Jack groaned. "That all depends, is it gross and disgusting?"

"Me!" In a shocked voice she squeaked. "Gross and disgusting, I'm aahhh...a sheepish grin formed on her face. "Guilty!" reaching into their nightstand, she pulled out a jar of blackberry jelly, showing it to a groaning Jack she pleaded. "Pleeease baby, I promise afterwards we can shower and aahhh try out our new pulsating shower head!"

"You dirty dog, but only if I get to use this!" Leaning under the bed Jack pulled out a can of whipped cream. She was answered by a war cry.

Ronnie and Brennan lay in the very uncomfortable rack, with their added weight the center bar kept digging into their lower backs, so they tossed the paper-thin mattresses on the floor along with the blankets and pillows.

Brennan rolled over putting her chin on Ronnie's chest. "I never asked you about that night, how did you know it was me that they had?" Ronnie was silent for a while trying to put into words how she had felt that night.

"It's hard to explain, it was like something inside was screaming, I felt...pain....anger. All sorts of things went through me, it's weird."

"What's going to happen with all this, I mean with us, I don't want to loose you! If they discharge you then what."

"Don't worry about it ok, let me ask you something, what do you think of leather thongs?"


The courtroom came to attention as the Judge came from his quarters, taking his seat he groaned at having to sit in the hard wooden chair. The Trial had been just as bad for the four Marines, the outcome could mean their careers and jail time for some. The two Male Marines stood together with their lawyer who was a chauvinistic prick and let it be known that the two Marines he was fighting for did no harm to the Officer Candidate. The Judge had to have Ronnie escorted from the courtroom numerous times and fined her for contempt of court because of her outbursts. She now stood with her mother and her attorney waiting for the rulings. After handing down the findings of guilty of attempted rape, aggravated assault and the jail sentences for the male Marines, the judge cleared the courtroom of everyone and turned to Ronnie.

"GySgt Flaherty, I was shocked to say the least when I looked at your SRB. And surprised that you have never lost a stripe before this time for you actions against other personnel of this base. You have quite a history with violence, but this time I can see what provoked such vicious attack and I don't blame you one bit. But I can not let it go lightly this time, I'm gonna do something I have never done before I gonna give you a choice." The Judge searched through some papers on his desk, looking down at her, he removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Now you have a choice of losing 2 stripes, busting you down to Sgt. along with six months of pay or what I would do myself." He paused and looked to her mother. "Retire." Ronnie groaned at the thought of retirement or being a junior Sgt. Two sets of silvery blue eyes looked back at him. "You can make your decision and let the clerk know, but make a wise choice about it." He disappeared from the room leaving a defeated looking Ronnie and her mother standing in silence.

"Ma what am I gonna do, the Corps is all I know?"

"Do you really want to walk around this dam base as a Sgt. after spending all these years as a GySgt, and have to take orders from people with less time in grade than you have in the head?"

Tears were forming in Ronnie's blue eyes and it wasn't the thought of being a Sgt.

"No but what else do I have?"

"Go for your other dream and leave these asshole male Marines behind you. What you did you should have gotten a God dam medal not busted in rank or retired! The Corps has not changed for us like the rest of the world has, you were doing your job and all these assholes can think of is to keep it a secret from the outside world and away from the Pentagon! If you were a man, they would have named the barracks after you and given you an award and medal. But you made them look bad, so take them for all you can get and go on with your life."

Danny and Jack were in their office when Ronnie came in out of uniform with an empty box in her hands.

"I guess this is it?"

All three of them had tears in their eyes as they hugged. "I'm going to miss you guys!"

"What are you gonna do?" Danny asked her.

"They owe me 240 days of leave so I'm gonna sell it back and then travel for a while until I can think of what to do with the rest of my life."

Jacked wiped the tears from her cheeks, her hazel eyes looked in to the blue eyes of her long time friend. "What about Brennan, does she know?"

Ronnie dropped down in to the office chair and covered her face with her hands. "I haven't told her anything, I don't want to ruin graduation for her, and I'm not officially discharged until Friday so I can still change my mind if I want to."

Ronnie stayed away from the barracks after that it, was to painful. She had packed up everything she had on base, moved it to her house, and just waited until Friday when her heart would be broken in to thousands of pieces along with Brennan's.

Bre was at a loss and Ronnie had been very distant from her for days. Now with graduation in 8 hours and counting, her nerves were gone. The bleachers were full that covered one side of the parade deck, the company came from two different directions, cadence could be heard but one company seem sluggish in its marching and that included its to drill instructors. Poni was calling cadence like she was marching straight into hell. Brennan had tears trickling down her cheeks, she felt hurt that her lover wouldn't be there to see her graduate. The Platoon had just come around the first corner of the student administration's building when they heard the low rumble of their SDI's voice take over cadence. Brennan turned her head to see her lover in full dress blues, her red and gold gunnery Sgt. stripes and hash marks showing brilliantly in the noon sun and her gold emblems sparkled like her silvery blue eyes. Ronnie and Brennan exchanged smiles.

The company stood at attention on the parade, at the last word from their company commander, screams pierced the air as covers were thrown into the sky. Parent's hugged their daughters as well as boyfriends and friends, it was the day they had all worked so hard to reach. Brennan searched the crowd for Ronnie, she found her off to the side with Danny and Jack. She threw caution to the wind and ran and launched herself into her lovers arms, their friends surrounded them to block the exchange from view.

"Guys hit the office!" Whispered Danny.

Brennan took off first with Ronnie following a few minutes later. The office was in dark when Ronnie walked in, she could feel her lover's presence. Closing the door, she pulled her from the chair she sat in, hugging her close she murmured into her ear.

"I Love you and I will never forget you."

Brennan had pulled back and with pain filled eyes.

"What do you mean, where you going?"

Ronnie kissed her trembling lips. "They retired me as of today." Choking sobs over took Brennan.

"They can't, I need you don't leave me please!"

" I have to, I wish it could stay but I can't."

"NO!" Sobbing in to Ronnie's chest, she pleaded with her lover. "I'll give up my commission we'll go somewhere and start over, please don't leave me!"

"You'll be ok, Jack, Danny and Lisa will be here you, go on with your dream. You'll make one hell of a lawyer." She kissed her one last time to show how much she loved her and placed in her hand her gold emblems and solid gold Gunnery Sgt. Chevron's. "I will always love you!" Then she was gone, Danny and Jack found Brennan sobbing in their Office. "Take me to her house, I have to see her."

"She won't be there, she was all packed and was leaving after graduation."

They helped her out of the office and took her to Lisa's house where they all sat around depressed.


Ronnie got out to her Harley and found a Officers sword and belt strapped to her handlebars, unsheathing the sword, she caressed her lover's initials on the top of the blade. Tears spilled from her eyes as she spoke.

" I will always love you Brennan."

Continued In Part 2

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