A/N: Hello Everyone!

Very excited to be releasing Lost in You: Director's Cut. I was recently struck by an intense urge to re-watch Band of Brothers, for what I feel pretty confident in saying is the tenth time. I realized how much I love this show, so I decided to reminisce about my previous story. Upon reading the story again I realized I love these characters and have so much more to say. I wanted to flesh out this story so I decided, why not? (As well as some desperately needed editing, sorry it was over ten years ago!) So I hope you enjoy this rewritten version with more content! I loved revisiting this story and I hope you enjoy reading it, may it be for the first time or the second! And please feedback is super welcome! -Cat

Disclaimer: I do not own HBO or Band of brothers or anything affiliated with it!

Chapter One

Isabelle Toye looked at the clock beside her bed, sleep still close by. It took her a few moments to register that she had slept in. She sat up frantically and discovered, to her horror, that all the other girls were gone.

"Damn it!" She swore to herself as she leapt up and ran to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

As she tossed her clean uniform on to the hook by the shower, she tore off her nightclothes and threw herself in the small shower. The water may as well have been ice; the fifty or so girls who had used the showers before her, had used all the hot water. Why hadn't anyone woken her up?

She dried off quickly, pulling on clean underwear, a bra and thin peach coloured slip. As she dragged the brush threw her long wavy black hair she looked at her self in the mirror.

She had changed a lot in a short amount of time. She looked thinner …. Her mother's voice echoed in her head, 'You're too thin,' but Isabelle had always liked her figure, it didn't stand out but it suited her, even if she was getting a bit thinner now. Her big dark eyes, almost black, made her look gaunt with the new addition of the dark circles under them. She had never had the dark complexion of her mother or brother, but now she was positively pale. Ugh, and she needed a haircut…Her mother would have flipped if she had seen the length of Isabelle's hair. Isabelle's mother owned a small beauty parlour back home in Pennsylvania…

Pennsylvania seemed worlds away, let alone a mere ocean. Isabelle had always complained that she was stuck in a small town and never saw anything except coal mines. Now, all Isabelle wanted was to see the enormous black mounds that meant she was home, she felt like she had seen enough of the world for now. Possibly a lifetime.

As she dashed out of the boarding house, painful memories of home came flooding back. She did her best to push them out of her mind but it was useless. It was seven o'clock and she was a good hour late, there was no way to turn this day around. Why not wallow a bit?

Seven o'clock.

At home she wouldn't even be up yet. Maybe around nine she would have stumbled down stairs, Joe would say that for all the time it took her in the bathroom it didn't do her any good, she would stick out her tongue at her big brother, as she sat down for the enormous breakfast that her mother had made for the family. Isabelle would ask her dad if she could go to school to become a nurse, and he would reply from behind the paper "Nurses see things a girl like you shouldn't."

If there was one thing Isabelle knew to be false, it was that. She had seen everything, anything you could imagine, and here she was still standing. Still soldiering on. As soon as Joe had signed up to be a paratrooper and left for basic training, she had signed up to be a field nurse, why had she done that? She could be home right now, working the reception at her mother's beauty parlour. Now she was a nurse. What she had always wanted. It was kind of ironic. It was a bitter sweet triumph.

Isabelle had worked all over Europe in ancient buildings, tents, and even in open fields. She had seen things she never wanted to remember…but the images were always there…always.

Joe…

Isabelle often wondered how her big brother was doing. She hadn't heard from him since his company had left Britain, which didn't surprise her. What with her almost always on the move, as well as Joe and the unreliable mail, no word was sometimes better news. The army never missed a notification of death or a trooper being injured. But she wanted so desperately to be able to have a conversation with him. She missed him so much, and prayed he was safe and healthy. Isabelle's biggest fear was coming into work and finding Joe looking up at her from the bed.

As she reached the big white building near the city centre of Paris she took the steps two at a time. Her faded white nurses uniform clung to her, the small blouse with short sleeves, a long a-line skirt that stopped at her waist where it was meet with a fat white belt. When she reached the lobby she twisted her hair in a quick bun, tucked in some bobby pins and shoved her small white nurses hat over it. She dashed up the stairs.

When she came to the nurse's sitting room she looked in. Her friends, Clara, Jeanette, and Annabelle were sitting around the small table. Isabelle stormed in the room ready to let loose the hounds of hell.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She yelled at them. Annabelle jumped, spilling her tea.

Annabelle was definitely Isabelle's best friend. Isabelle used to have a best friend back in Pennsylvania but the thought of them ever being able to talk again seemed very far fetched, you don't talk about nail polish the same way after you had seen what Isabelle had seen, you appreciate it more somehow, even something that simple. How could she relate to the girl back home who, based on her mom's letters, biggest concern was whether or not they would ever get any satin after the rationing was over? Or whether it was socially acceptable to marry someone who is 4F.

Annabelle was British. She was about five feet in contrast to Isabelle's five six. Annie, as the girls called her, was not only short but also a little…round and very buxom. Her bust could make anyone jealous. When Isabelle first met Annie she couldn't help but wonder how she didn't have any severe back problems. Annie had light brown hair that formed perfect curly-cues, with big brown eyes. Her personality was just as lovely and welcoming as her aesthetic. Even though they were all around the same age, Annie was like the mother hen of them all, the big sister you could always turn too.

Now Clara was a real stand out. She had long blonde hair that would do anything on her whim. She was five ten with a perfect bust and hips…she was like an hour glass, with big blue eyes framed with perfect lashes, she was like a drawing…and her husky French accent made her even more irresistible to any boy that came near the hospital that was healthy…. even some who weren't.

Jeanette was Canadian. She had bright red hair with green eyes. She had to be the sweetest person Isabelle had ever known. It radiated from her. She was thin and tall about the same as Clara, she also stood out, mostly because of her hair but if anyone met her they instantly loved her, she could melt the heart of Rommal himself, or at least that was what the Head Nurse said to them all. Which was the highest compliment anyone had ever heard their Head Nurse give… to anyone….ever.

"You seemed happy enough," Clara purred off. Isabelle glared at her.

"I'm gonna be reprimanded!" Isabelle fumed. Annie looked from Clara to Isabelle.

"Look, Izzy, Clara was still in bed when Annie and I left, I shook her, I assumed she was awake." Jeanette explained looking back and forth from Clara to Isabelle with enormous eyes.

Annie nodded making her loose curls bob up and down. "It's true Izz," Everyone looked at Clara, who was patting her hair ignoring the fact the other girls were talking about her.

"Don't tell me those were pillows… not again, Clara," Annie moaned. Annie was the most senior nurse of all four of them, so she was responsible. Not that seniority helped much when a man came in missing a limb, or with his guts hanging out. None of them had any military training when they signed up, just promise and willing hands. And the army nursing corp was thrilled to have them.

"I had a date, I stayed out." She offered as explanation, shrugging a shoulder. All the girls rolled their eyes, Clara smiled wickedly. "We are told to keep the men's moral up."

"That's not the only thing you're keeping up," Annie said standing up. Isabelle burst out laughing with Clara, Jeanette blushed and giggled politely. "Come on, we have to relieve the others." Annie said standing and stretching.

They all left the break room sobering, getting ready to face the wounded men who never seemed to stop coming.