Hello readers, thanks for the reviews. I intend on making the following chapters longer.

I am going on a trip soon and I was worried I wouldn't finish this chapter before I left, but here it is, a bit shorter than I'd hope.

I'll post in the coming weeks

Shosanna dangled her feet over the edge of the building. Fredrick silently reached up and placed a hand on her shoulder, afraid she'd fall. With his other hand he wrestled his cigarettes from his shirt pocket and pushed one into his mouth. Dropping the pack into his lap, he reached for his lighter. Shosanna was already there, turning sideways to light his cigarette while taking one for herself. They smoked in silence sitting on the roof of the hospital, looking at the wrecked city. They'd spent the last week wandering around the town, having several close calls with Shosanna's curiosity. The latest of which left a burn on Fredrick's forearm from when she'd begun to prod at an undetonated device. He pulled her away just in time. They'd receive little word about the war, the remainder of the hospital staff left to take care of civilians caught in the crossfire in the bombings of Aachen and Cologne. They'd made themselves fairly unpopular with the nurses as they explored the hospital and were often found making love in odd places. The roof was a good hideout for awhile.

Shosanna fell back into Fredrick's lap, blowing smoke up into the air as she fell, leaving a trail of smoke. " Is that the border out there? That big wall, with the hole in it."

" Does that question warrant an answer? Yes that is the border, and the hole is where American troops came in. Fairly obvious..." Fredrick mumbled while looking out over the city. He flicked his cigarette away from the roof and lay back. Shosanna scooted up and nuzzled her head into his stomach, he reached down and set a hand on her back, stroking slowly.

"We're looking for a Fredrick Zoller." An official sounding voice said in English to a nurse below.

" We have several patients named Fredrick. Do you speak any German?" the nurse asked.

Shosanna pulled her feet up from the side of the building and crawled to the edge to see what was going on below. Fredrick followed her, though he couldn't understand the conversation past his own name. He got up it Shosanna and pushed her head down and pulled her back a bit. She looked back at him annoyed and he shrugged. " Unless you want them to see you. You can still see right?"

" Not as well." She said, edging forward. He grabbed her shoulder to hold her back and rested his weight on her as he took a similar position. " Trust my experience please." They listened.

" He's a German war hero. He looks like this." The man in an American uniform showed the nurse a picture at the steps.

" Its a flier for the film." Fredrick whispered. Shosanna nodded, a little astonished he could see that.

"Oh, well...He looks like a young man I've seen around here. The eyes are the same, he's a bit more straggly though..." The nurse rambled.

" Good, good. Where can I find him?"

" I'm not sure. He moves around, what do you need with him?"

" Its top secret ma'am."

Shosanna leaned forward more before Fredrick could catch her and the officer noticed her.

" Ma'am! Do you speak English?" The officer shouted up to her.

" little!" She yelled back.

" Deustch?" He inquired

"Mehr, was ist mit Français?"

(t): more, what about French?

" Seul dans son lit." The officer shouted in French back up at her.

(t) : only in bed

Shosanna pretended to laugh, while reaching back to hold back Fredrick from pulling her away. She meant to find out what this man wanted with him first.

" I come to you?" She asked in broken German.

"Nur wenn Sie Informationen!" He yelled back, she stumbled on her translation. She gulped, unsure what to say. Behind her Fredrick whispered, " he said only if you have information. Answer quickly."

" Ich kenne ihn. nicht hier..." She trailed off, trying to bring the works to her head, she setting for English, " gone in moment?" She stumbled. Fredrick tapped her, " say Er verliess..." she repeated after him. "beachten?" She asked. The officer looked at her confused, trying to make sense of what she said.

Fredrick sighed, " Try saying, "Ich werde Ihnen sagen, wenn ich ihn sehe."

" He's up there with you is he not?" the officer asked and they both cringed. She disappeared from the officer's sight.

" Damn it Emanuelle!" Fredrick cursed her as he crawled past her towards the ladder.

" Damn me? Damn me? Like its my fault that you kept whispering to me?" She asked as she followed quickly. They rushed down the railing and ran along the back of the building. Shosanna saw two uniformed men coming towards them and she faltered, going to turn back, four more were coming in that direction.

Fredrick grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into the grove alone the side of the building. Ducked low as they entered an open lawn, hoping she'd follow his movements. A shot rang out and he forceful pushed on her wrist rolling forward as she fell.

He stood in the cover of the base of a statue, waving for her to follow. She scrambled to her feet and followed. He caught her as she jumped into the cover, her hair pins gave way and her hair fell around her shoulders. Fredrick smiled and kissed her forehead, " You're beautiful." Shosanna hit his chest lightly, " Not the time." she said breathlessly. Fredrick looked ahead of them and pushed away from her, looking round the statue, he had a small window of vision between the statue and the next grove. He motioned with his hand for her to stay low, he took a chance and leaned out to check the side of the grove.

The cold metal of a gun touched to his forehead, he froze looking ahead at the officer. Shosanna screamed. Without moving, Fredrick looked sidelong at Shosanna struggling in the arms of the soldiers that had chased them. They were cuffed and walked across the yard to a car waiting at the street. They were pushed in, sitting next to each other with a soldier at either side. The officer sat across from them with the rest of the soldiers, they drove away. Shosanna opened her mouth to speak, to plead for Fredrick. She could try and tell them how he'd changed, how he had to do what he did to survive, even if he didn't want to, but would it matter tho them?