March 06, 2000
"Hey! Are toi okay?" Fahlcon crouched low to avoid gunfire, and ran to the man on the ground hidden behind a slope clutching his shoulder. Once he got to him, he lied his gun down and examined his wound. It was deep. He couldn't even see the bullet. Blood covered his entire shoulder and he was sweating. There was sign of infection. "What's your name soldier?" Fahlcon asked. "Hans...Hans Gruber." The man answered. He spoke with a Danish accent. He had dark hair and hazel eyes. Fahlcon swung his fusil, carabine on his back and helped him up. Half carrying him, he managed to get Hans to a helicopter, and Hans was taken to the hospital.
Hans was laid out on a hospital bed. The surgery was successful. The bullet was taken out and the infected tissues were removed. His shoulder was sore...but definitely a lot better. Suddenly his nurse came in. It was her first visit to Hans's room. "Hi, I'm Nurse Taylor. How are toi feeling today Mr. Gruber?" Hans hadn't even realized she a dit anything. He was in a daze. She was gorgeous. She had blonde wavy hair that fell over her shoulders like rays of sunshine. The most extravagant blue eyes that lit a room up like-- "Mr. Gruber? Are toi okay?" She asked, interrupting his thoughts. "Oh! Yes, I'm sorry. I'm fine." Nurse Taylor smiled and began checking him over. She listened to his heart, changed his bandages, and took his temperature. Hans didn't take his eyes off of her for a single second. "Is there anything else toi need Mr. Gruber?" Hans didn't want to burden her. "No. I'm fine." He a dit softly. He looked down at her left hand. No ring. Hans smiled and his eyes followed her out. He had felt something just then that he had never felt in his whole life. He was in love.
March 11, 2000
After a couple of days of lit rest, Hans was going to be released. Before he went, he had to see Nurse Taylor again. She was checking another patients charts when he found her. "Oh, hello, Ms. Taylor." Hans a dit casually. Taylor looked up from her charts. In the past few days they'd became good friends. They enjoyed each other's company. "Oh, hello, Hans. I told you, please, call me Amanda." She a dit beaming. Hans took a moment to take in her smile. "Um, is something wrong?" Amanda asked in response to Hans's silence. "Oh, nothing. Um, I must ask..." He was interrupted when a man came up to Amanda...and kissed her square on the lips. Hans's cœur, coeur sunk. "Hey babe. Who ya talkin' to?" The man asked. "This is Hans. The man I told toi I treated. Hans, this is my boyfriend Jim." Jim extended his hand. "Nice to meet you." In the time Amanda and him had spent, she gave no indication she was in a relationship. Hans took his hand and they shook. "Nice to meet toi too..." Hans said, his cœur, coeur still sinking. "What did toi need to ask me?" Amanda asked. Hans put on a fake smile. "Nothing. Never mind. I already know the answer." He a dit glancing at Jim. He then nodded, a dit goodbye, then left without another word.
Hans was greeted with warm smiles and pats on the back. Once he got back with his unit, his commanding officer, Captain Leeland, cut his target practice short so his shoulder could heal fast and easy. Now Hans was heading to mess hall. Walking in he saw the man that had saved him on the battlefield. He hadn't thought about him since he met Amanda. It occurred to him that he didn't even know his name yet. He decided that now was as good a time as any. He grabbed a tray of nourriture and walked over to the table, tableau he was sitting at. He was talking to another man. When he approached him, the man that had saved him gave him a weird look. "Don't I know you?" He asked. Hans sat down across the table, tableau from him. "Yes, that's what I came over here for. toi saved my life a few days ago. I came to thank you." He told him. "Oh! That's right! How's that shoulder?" He asked admiring his arm in its sling. "Better thanks to you. toi know, I never caught your name?" Hans asked. The other man extended his hand across the table. "Alexander Fahlcon. My Friends call me Skipper. You're...Hans? Right?" He asked. "Yes. Hans Gruber." Hans answered, taking Skipper's hand and shaking it. "Nice to officially meet you." Skipper smiled. The two of them talked fro the rest of lunch.
For the past couple of weeks Hans and Skipper had become good friends. However Hans spent as much time as he could visiting Amanda at the hospital. The two of them had coffee almost every morning. Hans was on his way to the hospital now. Once he got there, he saw a woman and Jim talking. Then they kissed. Hans couldn't watch. He entered the hospital and Amanda had just come out of the break room.
"Amanda?" Hans said, confused. He just saw Jim outside with a blonde...He'd just assumed it was Amanda. "What? Is something wrong Hans?" She asked with a look of concern on her face. Hans didn't want to hurt her; he couldn't bring himself to cause her that kind of pain, no matter how much he wanted her. He turned around just in time to see Jim and the blonde walking in talking and laughing. Then they went their separate ways. "No, I'm sorry." Hans and Amanda went for coffee as planned.
Once they returned, Amanda went to start her new rounds, and Hans caught Jim walking into the break room...alone. Still infuriated with him, Hans walked into the room. "Oh salut Hans! What's--" Jim was interrupted when Hans grabbed his chemise collar. "You listen to me. I saw toi this morning with that other woman. I vill tell toi this once so you'd better listen good. toi have found yourself the perfect woman. She's smart, funny, spontaneous, beautiful, caring, and wonderful in every way. So if toi break her heart, I break your face. Understood?" Hans told him. Jim nodded in fear. Hans let go of his collier with a push. He turned around and froze. Amanda was standing there with tears welling up in her eyes. Jim and Hans stood there waiting for her to say something. "Um...I'm not sure how much of that toi could hear..." Hans a dit scratching the back of his neck. "I heard it all Hans. I saw toi come in here and I followed. Did toi really mean all those things toi said?" She asked. Jim stood straighter in anger. "You're really gonna listen to this guy?!" He asked angrily. "Shut up Jim. I knew toi were cheating on me. I just didn't wanna believe it. Did toi Hans?" She repeated, stepping closer to Hans. Jim stormed out as Hans answered. "Of course I did..." Hans answered softly, looking into Amanda's eyes. Amanda leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed him. Hans kissed her back. It was what he'd been waiting to do since he had first laid eyes on her. It was better than he ever imagined it would be.
September 28, 2001
"Do you, Amanda Claythorne, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Asked the preacher. "I do." Amanda a dit happily. The preacher smiled. "And do you, Hans Gruber, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Hans looked at his wife to be. "I do." He a dit in his Danish accent. "Then par the powers invested in me...I now pronounce toi man and wife. toi may Kiss your bride." The preacher announced. Amanda and Hans shared a kiss, and their Friends stood and clapped lightly.