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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 25 Cockfight

“Smitty, I want you to take the Range Rover,” Camden instructed sternly, “and go out to the golf course and roust that useless Lieutenant of ours out of the club house. He’s got an 8:00 AM tee time. Tell him I said he’s going to have to work for a change. The Canadian EOD guys are handling the escort duties this week and the LT is to work the Operations Center. If he wants to know why, just tell him ‘ignorance is bliss’. He always seems to be quite happy with that answer. Then, go to the unit, dig around the ready room and find Colonel Sharpe a flightsuit, sunglasses and a cap. He can get away with wearing his own boots. Then, come back here. Once he looks halfway anonymous, you can give him a grand tour of a modern Army base. Let him see whatever he wants. Oh, and drop his own uniform off at the laundry for same day service. Tell them it’s for the film production and could they please get the blood out of it.”

“You sure about that, Sarge?” Smitty broke in to question, “Him interacting with the present, won’t that mess up the past? Er…… the future? Er……….…whatever?”

“I know this all seems like some straight-to-video, science fiction movie, but he’s already come into contact with his present day self and the planet hasn’t blown up or anything,” Camden shot back, “Nothing seems to have changed and we’re all still in one piece. I’m no scientist, but I don’t think it really matters. If we try to keep him under wraps, his curiosity might get him into trouble. This way, he’ll stay busy and you can keep tabs on him and cover in case anyone thinks he’s Sean. As long as nobody sees the two of them together, we should be all right.”

“Oi, I’m right ‘ere, if ye’ ‘adn’t noticed,” Sharpe interrupted, “Ye’ be talkin’ ‘bout me like some daft git what don’t ‘ave a lick o’ sense.

“Aye, she does ‘at,” Sean contributed, a crooked grin replacing his scowl, “She’s a right smart little Napoleon Bonaparte when she wants t’ be.”

“Well, if you have a plan of your own, I wish you’d let me in on it,” Camden boldly replied, “If not, then I suggest you boys just shut up and listen.”

Camden had nearly had to inflict bodily injury on both Sean and Sharpe when she first walked in on their little confrontation. Fortunately, her ear-piercing whistle managed to get both men’s attention long enough for her to turn on her Drill Sergeant’s tone to force a thin truce. A while later, after both Camden and Sharpe had finished telling their stories of their encounter in the woods, conveniently leaving out the details of their sleeping arrangements, Sean and Smitty, still a bit stunned, began to comprehend the situation.

“And do ye’ ‘ave a job fer’ me, lass?” Sean ventured, his grin turning cheeky, “seein’s how yer’ givin’ out orders an’ all.”

“I have to go see someone who, hopefully, can help us,” Camden explained, flashing a similar grin his way, “And quite frankly, Sean, when it comes to charming the pants off old ladies there’s nobody better than you. That is, if your schedule will allow for a few hours away from the set.”

“Aye, I’ve got no scenes fer’ today, only some sword fight choreography later this afternoon,” Sean confirmed.

“Sword? You?” Sharpe questioned mockingly, “a fancy pants li’ you wit’ a sword? I s’pose it be one of those light-as-a-feather fencing sticks?”

“Aye, a sword,” Sean shot back in a gravelly voice while quickly moving to seize Sharpe’s sword from the library table. With a practiced grace, he drew it from the scabbard, holding the heavy saber in salute position momentarily, before slashing smoothly down and back up with a loud swish, “As a matter o’ fact, one identical to this one.”

“P’raps ye’ can ‘andle a sword, but ‘ave ye’ ever sunk a blade deep into a man’s bod-eh?” Sharpe questioned bitingly, “Ever felt the grindin’ o’ steel on bone as it sliced through the innards and jammed into a man’s backbone? Ye’ might jest ‘ave the chance to know that feelin’ afore this is all over wit’.”

“AT EASE!” Camden ordered, regaining their attention, “You boys are going to have to play nicely. Now knock it off. And put that damned toy away, Sean. Colonel, what makes you say that?”

“Goin’ back won’t be a simple matter,” Sharpe calmly began, “Somebod-eh were watchin’ me when I went into ‘at cave. Somebod-eh set the whole thing up. Aye, this whole mess stinks o’ that buggerin’ bastard Ducos.”

“DUCOS!” shouted Sean, Camden and Smitty in unison, “Ducos’ dead!”

“Reckon ye’ knows all abaht Ducos. Believe ‘at as it pleases ye’, but we never did see ‘is bod-eh after Naples,” Sharpe answered, “And Jamie ‘as been ‘earin’ rumors ever since we started buildin’ the web o’ safe ‘ouses. Aye, this ‘as Ducos written all over it. He’s a smart ‘un, all right. He’ll know all abaht the caves and the legends and he’ll be waitin’. Waitin’ fer me te’ come back through. Unless……unless ‘e’s plannin’ on comin’ after me.”

“Uh, this is all getting a bit too complicated to suit me,” Camden reasoned, rubbing her temples, “I think there is an awful lot of explaining to be done. Like who is ‘Jamie’? And if Ducos is behind this, how could he have banked on you disappearing in the caves? And how in Hell did Bernard Cornwell come to write of you as a fictional character when you’re obviously not?”

“Sarge,” Smitty again interrupted, “It’s already after seven. We can worry about all that later. I need to go if I’m going to catch the LT before tee time.”

“Right. Oh, Sean?” Camden resumed issuing orders, “Lend Smitty your mobile for today. I want us to stay in contact and I’d rather not use the radios. Smitty’s too much of a cheap bastard to spring for one of his own. And Smitty, on your way back, pick up breakfast from the backerei for me and the Colonel. I’m going to hit the shower,” and pointing to the two casual chairs continued, “I expect the two of you to mind your manners and just sit there and be nice to each other.”

With Smitty’s departure, Camden strode off to the bathroom and with a backward glance, muttered a single word: ‘Men!’ then slammed the door behind her. The two men stared after her for a moment, and then turned to glare at each other. Several silent, long and very tense minutes passed before they both burst into full laughter.

“She can be a right tasty little shrew, that one,” Sean spoke first as the laughter played itself out, “Ye’ reckon she’s mad at us?”

“Are ye’ sure she be a Sergeant an’ not a damned General?” Sharpe, very much amused, asked back, “Things sure are different in the American Army! I’ve never ‘ad a woman order me abaht li’ that afore who weren’t a bloody Methodist. I thought she’d ‘ave me balls off there fer a bit.”

“Well, don’t rest easy, she still might,” Sean joked, “Mine, too, while she’s at it.”

“So, if’n ye’ don’t mind me askin’, how long ‘ave ye’ been ploughin’ ‘er?” Sharpe ventured bluntly with a cheeky grin.

“Long enough te’ know when te shut me trap when she starts barkin’ orders,” Sean confessed with a huge smile and shake of his head, “It ain’t only her. In this day and age, most women are jest like her. An’ don’t think I don’t know ye’ve already had a taste o’ her. You are Richard Sharpe after all, and ye wer’ here alone wit’ her all last night. And, I know Camden Cantrell.”

‘Are ye’ sayin’ the lass is a whore or summat?” Sharpe asked, a surprised look coming over him.

“No, not at all!” Sean defended himself, “Ye’ jest need te’ understand summat abaht modern women. And abaht Camden Cantrell in particular.”

“Ye’ve got me full attention, mate,” Sharpe informed him, stretching his long legs out over the ottoman.
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