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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 9 The Challenge

By the time Sean found himself in Germany, he was exhausted. The past eight months had been grueling, satisfying, but grueling. The Polanski film was well into post-production. Roman himself was doing the editing and had already released a teaser trailer to the Internet. Response was immediate and overwhelming with the name “Oscar” coming up in regards to Sean’s dramatic lead performance before the film was even finished. Two months of promos and premieres for Outlaw and The Hitcher did nothing but add to his exhaustion. He had done his contractual duty, but he hated the schmoozing, the talk shows, the red carpet appearances, the press conferences and interviews and especially all the flying around. The only bright spot had been the nearly two months he got to spend at home with his daughters. Now he was looking at nearly a full six months away working on the first season of the new Adventures of Sharpe. An added bit of relief was that his next two projects had been slipped to the second half of 2008 and the premiere of True North wasn't until after he finished principle photography on Sharpe's Commission.

Completely out of character for him, he had decided to leave for Germany ten days before he was due to be there. His girls were busy with final exams and the media was starting to notice that he hadn't been seen with anyone since his breakup with Gina and had begun speculating. Besides, he needed to rest, eat a lot of good hearty German food and try to tone up a bit. Maybe even get off smoking again. Being an HBO production, he was just a bit concerned about how he was going to look in the love scenes that Sharpe was set to have, especially in high definition. The script was certainly more graphic than anything he had ever done for television, more sex, more violence, more blood, and more action. Thanks to the lack of good taste in American pop culture, his contract had a clause in it that required him to show his bare arse at least once every episode.

Taking the train all the way to Grafenwoehr, in the first two days there, Sean had already scoped out a nice pils stube that reminded him of his local back in Hampstead and walked the town from end to end. Now, he was bored with the little town. The few nightclubs were less than inviting, being too rowdy and jammed with soldiers letting off steam. So, with nothing left to do, he was bored. Bored and starting to think about Camden again. Since September, he had kept so busy once he started work on the Polanski film that she had nearly disappeared from his conscious memory. Now, with nothing to occupy himself with, she began creeping back into his dreams. He had to find something to do until shooting started.

“You can come out with the crew day after tomorrow, Sean,” Tom Clegg explained, “But you'll have to spend tomorrow morning out at the EOD center. They won't let anyone enter the Steinmetz area without a full safety briefing, and I do mean anyone. No exceptions. I'll have an AD make the arrangements, but you'll have to be there by 8:00 AM. Since you've come out early the assistant we've hired for you won't be here for another week, so you will have to get yourself up and around. Remember, this is the American Army we're dealing with and they're all about keeping to schedules. And don't be hungover, either.

“Aye, Tom,” Sean assured, “Remember, I've done quite a fair bit of work with Americans. I know how they can be pains in the arse and downright blood-eh rude. I'll be on me best behavior, promise.”

“Well, just be warned, Sean, the Sergeant in charge of the EOD soldiers is quite the tyrant, a regular little battleaxe,” Tom continued, “I doubt that even you could charm your way into her good graces. Whatever you do, don't go trying to impress her with your movie star charms. In her world, she's the star. I've never seen such a little bit of a woman command the respect that she does. Her commander is so scared of her we haven't seen hide nor hair of him since he formally greeted us on the first day.”

“A woman Sergeant, eh?” Sean asked, flashing his devilish grin and running his tongue over his teeth at the thought of some sport, “Sounds like a bit of a challenge, Tom. Tell me, ya' think I might fancy her?”

“Let's see; she's a little bit of a thing with short blond hair, very pretty, amazing blue eyes, and very intimidating,” Tom described, “So, minus the intimidating part, I'd say Sergeant Cantrell is just your cup of tea.”

“What's 'at, Tom? Did you say Cantrell?” Sean shot back with an astonished look, “Would 'at be Camden Cantrell?

“You've met her already?” Tom asked

“Aye, you might say I've 'ad the pleasure,” Sean mumbled, his blood rushing from his big head to his little head. Sweet Jesus, Beano, you really are one lucky fuckin' bastard.

Camden had worked out a detailed team schedule to cover the daily safety briefings and escort duty for the caravans of trucks and vans going back and forth across the impact area to the production site at the ancient village of Steinmetz. By leading the early morning escort team herself and leaving the briefings to Smitty and the other team leaders, she figured it would be unlikely that she would run into Mister Sean Bean. After the first two days, so far so good. Only problem was, she had started to do something she hadn't done since she couldn't remember; she started to question herself.

What are you doing to yourself? Why are you so worried about seeing him again? You were just a quick fuck to him and he was just a one-night stand to you. He probably won't even recognize you, let alone remember you. He's a big movie star. He probably has a different woman every night. You were such a shit to him, ordering him around and taking off like that, why would he want a repeat? What would you want with him anyway? He's not a nice safe agent or cop or soldier that you can just use up and throw away with a clear conscience. They understand. This guy is a civilian, uncharted territory. And, he's used to getting what he wants. Just don't look into those emerald eyes. Or that killer smile. Or that kissable mouth. Or those hands that know just how to... NO. NO. NO. Don't think about that!

Hey, Smitty!” Camden called, coming in the rear door of the Operations center, “You in here?”

“Sergeant Schmidt just left for lunch with one of them TV people, Sarge,” answered the clerk, “He'll be back in about an hour. Oh, and somebody left a package for you. It's with the rest of today's mail on your desk.”

Sergeant Cantrell was relieved to finally sit down for the first time since 5:00 AM. Sorting through the mail she came to a plain manila envelope containing something soft and light. The only marking on it was her first name written in an artistic script. Carefully slitting it open and turning it down, the contents slid out before her. The first thing she saw was a one-line note, written in the same script: Tonight, 8:00 PM, Hotel Goldener Lamm, Suite 6. Picking up the single sheet of paper revealed a pair of delicate black lace panties that looked awfully familiar.

Sean had complete confidence that Camden would show up at his door at 8:00. He finally had a handle on what Sergeant Cantrell was all about, thanks to his lunch with Smitty. As soon as Smitty had gauged Sean's interest in Camden, he had become a veritable fountain of information. In fact, he had gone so far as to suggest Sean's next move. He knew Camden wouldn't be able to resist a challenge being waved under her nose.

In Smitty's opinion, Sean had turned out to be a really nice guy. Not all Hollywood or condescending or anything like that. He had been very interested in the briefing and the history of the location of the shoot. When Smitty explained that he knew all about them having crossed paths in London, he made it perfectly clear that he believed that it would only be fair to Sean to make Camden deal with a mess of her own making. He apologized for her behaviour, offering to help however he could. To Sean's credit, his interest in Sergeant Cantrell sounded very sincere. In fact, he seemed rather sad that she hadn't given him the opportunity to demonstrate his sincerity. Readily agreeing with Smitty about her having to deal with her own mess, Sean put him on notice that this time, though, things were going to be on his terms, not hers. He'd be damned if he was going let her get away with using him the way she did in London. Not him. I'm Sean fucking Bean, dammit. I'll 'ave 'er knickers off afore she knows what 'appened to 'er. She's goin' ta find out just what a big 'eartthrob I real-eh am.

Since opening that damned envelope, Camden had been alternately pacing and storming about the Operations Center, causing Smitty and the standby team to find a reason go off and wash trucks for the rest of the afternoon. She knew exactly where those panties had come from.

Who the hell does he think he is? This is my turf. He doesn’t belong here. He's not supposed to be here until next week. He's doing this to punish me. He's just a spoiled actor who thinks he's all that. He's probably just bored and thinks this is all just a game. Have a little fun with a starstruck soldier. I'll show him. He has no idea who he's dealing with. What if I had plans for tonight? That's it, then, I'm not going. He obviously knows how to find me now. I'll have to confront him. At least thank him for returning my panties. Ok, I'll go. Just to set him straight. Ten minutes. That's it.
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