Title: Distractions
Rating: PG-15
Characters/Pairing: Heffron/Roe
Summary: Just a little one-shot. Takes place during The Last Patrol.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Band of Brothers, and no disrespect is meant towards any of the men.

Distractions

Eugene Roe didn't have the time for distractions. Not now, and nor would he ever, it seemed. He had men to look after. He was making sure Lipton wasn't pushing himself too far with that pneumonia, answering the frantic calls for a medic that would surely follow the next artillery bombardment, and checking on the already wounded and stitched up. The days were a never ending parade of blood and broken skin, infection and body wracking coughs. Heffron, thankfully, he didn't have to listen for anymore, he seemed to be over whatever it was he had had in Bastogne.

Bastogne.
Heffron (Babe, he corrected himself mentally).

He was smoking a cigarette against the wall of a bombed out building when Heffron found him.

"Gene." Roe looked up, giving him a half nod. Babe looked exhausted. Eugene worried about him, but he worried about them all. It seemed like a lot of his energy these days went into worrying over Babe though, whether he meant to or not.

"Winters called off the patrol for tonight. We're not goin' back." You could hear the relief in Babe's voice when he told him, the lack of tension, and Roe gave him a brief smile. A small miracle, no patrol tonight.

"Hey," when Babe spoke again, his voice was closer, dropping to a quieter, more intimate level. "you doin' okay?" Tired, but worried. They hadn't spoken much since the night before, when Jackson had died there in front of them, from his own goddamn grenade.

Gene didn't answer right away. " 'm fine. Long as it ain't Bastogne." He took another drag from his cigarette and looked at the younger man. "You?'
The worry in Babe's face softened itself. "Long as it ain't Bastogne." He smiled, and Gene couldn't help but smile himself. Especially when Babe was leaning forward, kissing him with that grin still on his face.

"We're comin' off the line Gene." He murmured between kisses.
Gene sighed quietly against his mouth and pulled him closer. He could feel Babe's hands on his hips, dragging up the fabric of his shirt and sliding up over his skin underneath. Babe's hands were cold, but real good at warming up.
"Babe, I gotta go check on Lipton."
"Huh uh Doc, not with Speirs playing nurse you don't." Babe said breathlessly, pressing him against the wall and finding that spot just behind his ear with his lips, his tongue.

Gene wasn't sure he quite agreed with this line of reasoning, but he wasn't about to complain, and he didn't think he was going to be going anywhere soon in this state anyway.

'Sometimes,' he thought, his fingers tangling themselves in Babe's hair, 'distractions just found you.'