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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 13 The Secret

“So, tell me, Smitty,” Sean asked over a much needed beer at the end of a very amazing day, “Is it always like this?”

“What, the job as a whole or this sort of mission?” Smitty questioned, sipping on his first happy hour drink.

“Both, I s’pose,” Sean confirmed.

“There really isn't any time to think about it; each day is an adventure,” Smitty admitted, “At least with Sergeant Cantrell around, anyway. She’s our lucky charm; always seems to attract the most interesting missions.”

“That’s ‘cuz she just happens to be the best we’ve got,” Orry butted in.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Smitty exclaimed, surprised at the new arrival, “what the fuck are you doin’ here Sarge?”

“I get to play Public Affairs officer for some media types who want to interview Mr. Big Shot here out on the Sharpe set day after tomorrow,” Orry explained slapping Smitty on the shoulder good-heartedly while extending a hand to Sean, “I’m Chris, Chris Orry, and I understand you’ve got it bad for our little Cammie.”

Shocked by the boldness of the statement, Sean wasn’t sure how to answer him. Recognizing him as the man who had joked with Camden outside of the hotel in London, he had found out that Orry was Camden’s best friend. He just didn't know how much the man knew about their budding relationship. Orry had a disarming air about him and a wide-open grin that made Sean feel like he was back home with some of his old mates, although he wasn’t too sure he was comfortable with Orry’s straightforwardness. The man certainly didn’t find it necessary to keep his thoughts to himself.

“She sure ‘as got my attention.” Sean admitted, shaking the offered hand, “Please, call me Sean.”

“Where is our little Rottweiler, by the way?” Orry asked, looking around the pub. “I figured she’d be here by now.”

“She said she’d be down after she finishes up the after-action report and the range escort crew gets in for the night,” Smitty confirmed.

“What sort of mood was she in coming back from Dresden?” Orry wanted to know.

“She had that icy laugh of hers and her eyes were a bit glazed,” Smitty described with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, Hell! Sean, if you don’t want to get fucked to within an inch of your life tonight, I suggest you make yourself scarce,” Orry warned, attempting a mock-serious look, “Making big boom-booms tends to make our little miss as horny as a three-peckered donkey in a whore house!”

“Yer' 'avin' me on now, aren't ye?” Sean asked, fearful of his ears pinking up. Instead of an answer, Smitty and Orry just looked at each other and burst out in a hearty laugh, slapping Sean’s back good-naturedly.

“Smitty, I think Sean and I need to have a little huddle before she gets here,” Orry suggested a bit authoritatively and headed towards a quiet booth, “Hope you don’t mind, Sean?”

Orry didn’t beat around the bush. He explained that the only reason he felt he should tell Sean about the missing pieces of Camden’s history was due to the fact that she hadn’t managed to scare Sean off and he respected him for that. He had earned the right to know and Orry had his own reasons for telling him. After extracting an oath not to ever divulge their conversation to anyone, especially not Camden, Orry downed half his beer and began his story.

Eighteen years ago, Camden and Orry had been in the same unit based out of Fort Benning, Georgia. They had been as close as brother and sister from the time they met in EOD school five years before that. Orry shared an apartment off base with an Apache helicopter pilot, a Warrant Officer by the name of Paul Ryland. Camden was just a Corporal at the time. Through Orry, she met and completely fell for Paul and he fell for her. They became engaged just before United Nations Peacekeepers started going into Somalia. Her goals in life were quite different then. She would have liked nothing better than to marry her pilot, settle down and have babies. But, as fate would have it, both the EOD unit and the Apache Squadron were deployed to Somalia at the same time. Right after they got there, things started heating up. Some warlord or another got his hands on some rockets and shot down one of the Apaches.

Not knowing it was Paul's chopper, Camden was on the response team sent to clear the weapon systems and safe the ordnance so that medics could extract the wounded pilot. He was barely alive, still trapped in the cockpit when the team arrived. They cut him loose and he was airlifted out to a Navy hospital ship offshore. She knew he was really bad off but being the soldier that she was she stayed behind to finish the mission. He died just a few hours later before she could get out to him. Orry didn’t know what would have happened to her if he hadn’t been there to help her through it. Those were some dark days. Then one day about six months later, without having said a word about the tragedy to anyone, she just picked herself up and got on with life. But from that time on she was a very different person.

Whatever happened in London had had a strange effect on Camden. She had never given a second thought about the men who passed through her life until the night she ran into Sean. She wasn’t even aware of it herself, but Orry could tell something was different. For one thing, in the eights months that had passed since, Camden hadn’t been with anyone else. Another thing out of character was how she had acknowledged Sean’s existence when he had turned up in Germany.

“I’m real-eh surprised about how you an’ Smitty 'ave been so decent to me considerin' ye' don't know me from Adam,” Sean acknowledged gratefully, “I’m not quite sure why yer’ doin’ it. You must think I’m just some randy git of an actor with a big ego and a hard-on lookin' to snag a bit of tight arse fer a quick shag.”

“You may have noticed by now that EOD is a family of sorts; a somewhat dysfunctional family, but a family all the same.” Orry solemnly explained, “I trust Smitty with my life, so does Cammie. While I don’t hold much hope of you and her lasting beyond your visit to Germany, no offense intended, its just that I'm just as much of a horny old goat as you are, I do believe him when he says that he has a gut feeling that you’re just what Cammie needs at just this point in time and you seem to have already gone over the edge over her. And, the odds are pretty even that she might just break your heart; your reputation hints that you would probably survive it without any long-lasting effect. I hate to sound mercenary about this, but quite frankly, I don’t really care what happens to you or what your motives are, but I do care that Cammie might just possibly come out of this with a new attitude about love and relationships.”

“Look 'ere, ye' don't know even know the real me. Ye' think ye' do from all them stories written about me. I confess I'm no saint, but I'm not some smarmy git looking fer a different bit of fluff ever' night like they make me out to be either.” Sean defended himself, “I've never had to work this hard for a woman in me life. I can't tell ye why she ‘as me all daft. Mebbe there ain't much of a future fer us, Mebbe she will break me 'eart. I jest know that if I don't give it a go I'll regret it the rest of me life.

“I can't say as I blame you. God knows I'm no saint either. I will admit however, that if I ever had a chance with a woman like Cammie, I likely would do the same,” Orry assured him with a crooked smile of understanding, “She doesn’t know it yet, but Cammie will be pinning on her Master Sergeant stripes in a couple of weeks. That will let her stay right here for another four years at which time she can retire from active duty. She has a standing offer to stay here and take over as the Range Control Director and I expect she will do just that. She has an attachment to this place and its people. It has become the home she never had. There are some really decent Bundeswehr EOD guys stationed here that she has been keeping at arms length for several years now. She uses the old principle of never shitting where she eats as an excuse for not letting nature take its course. Smitty and I won’t be around forever. We don’t have the same attachment to Germany that she does. Eventually, we will rotate back to the states. We love her and want her to have a life outside of EOD and we don’t want to worry about her being alone when we do have to leave.

“So, ye want to use me?” Sean demanded to know, forehead knotting and eyes glaring at the thought, “Why? Why me?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say we want to use you, but you have presented us with an opportunity and you were in the right place at the right time,” Orry answered, “You have cracked the lid on her Pandora’s box. Now, I wouldn’t blame you a bit if you got up and just walked away from the situation right now. In fact, if I were you that is probably just what I would do. I feel it’s only fair to tell you all of this because of the unique position you are in right now,“ Orry continued, “In her world, there are only two categories of men; civilians and soldiers. She is totally unaffected by your celebrity, by your reputation. Hell, she didn’t have a clue about who you were until Smitty educated her about a month ago, but it was perfectly obvious that the memory of you had been nagging at her for the past eight months. The only thing that really shook her up was that you were a civilian and civilians in her book are unknown entities. Men she has no control over. The only guys she's given the time of day to in the past eighteen years have been some sort of soldier. That classification includes all sorts of cops and government agents. I get what it is she sees in you, you are a legend after all, but the one question I have about this whole situation is just what is it about her that has someone like you chasing after her? I know she's a hot little number, but come on, buddy, she's a bad-tempered, bossy, arrogant, spoiled, uncompromising, hard-as-nails, forty-two year old Army Sergeant. What is it about her that could possibly have your dick all twisted?

“I been asking meself that same question,” Sean wondered out loud, “Hold on, she's fort-eh two? Blood-eh 'ell! No fuckin' way.

A whistle from Smitty at the bar signaled Camden's arrival. Both Sean and Orry nodded simultaneously and began to laugh out loud. It was obvious why Sean wanted her so bad as she waltzed into the pub as if she owned the place. Even in her muddy cammies and combat boots she was stunning.

Camden's formalness of earlier had been washed away before she slid into the booth, her thigh pressing close to Sean’s. His breath caught in his chest as he focused on the steady gaze of her deep blue eyes as they connected with his. She seemed quite calm, as if being there with him was exactly where she was supposed to be.

“Gee, Chris, too bad you have to leave so soon,” Camden flatly stated without taking her eyes off of Sean.

“Lovely to see you too, Cammie,” Orry joked, “I guess I know a hint when I hear one. Oh, by the way Sean, I suggest you stay away from your hotel tonight. Seems paparazzi are camped outside for some reason.”

“Well, I guess it's a good thing that my place is right upstairs then,” Camden fired back without so much as a glance in Orry’s direction, “Good night, Chris, and say good night to Smitty for me, too.”
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