TITLE: Behind Enemy Lines (AU)
AUTHOR: badkitty (gail)
DISCLAIMER: Joss & his Mutant Enemaites own Willow and Tara and whoever else from BTVS that may appear in this story. Everything else is the product of world history, legend, and my overactive imagination. This is just a fanfic – I’m not making any money off of it, and no copyright infringement is intended.
RATING: Most chapters will probably be R, but I’m going to give this an overall NC-17 for the inevitable blood, gore, violence… and of course the eventual hot girl on girl action. Ratings will vary for each chapter, and I’ll try to give a heads up beforehand. But I’m also forgetful about stuff so I might not.
SUMMARY: Lt. Tara Maclay is an agent for the Office of Secret Services (OSS), working for the Allies and deep under cover within the Nazi party in Germany. Her mission: to uncover a plot within Himmler’s SS Genheim Sparte to create a nefarious army of demon soldiers – a nightmarish and interminable force of undead killing machines under Nazi command and control. When the OSS loses contact with Agent Maclay only weeks before the planned D-Day invasion, they send the equally talented and deadly Agent Willow Rosenberg to find her.
SPOILERS: None. This is totally AU.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
NOTE: I’d like to apologize in advance for mangling the German language. I’m almost sure that’s going to happen, unless I get a beta who knows the language. But I don’t expect to use it much, so whatever. Also, this fic deals with Nazis. They were/are not nice people. Some of what they do or say might be disturbing to some people. So I’m just giving a heads up there.
UPDATES: I’m shooting for weekly. I’ll give a heads up if I expect to be late, or if I’m planning on, say, disappearing with a half finished fic and lots of impatient and pissed off kittens. I say “lots” in the sincere hope that this doesn’t completely suck, and people actually want to read it. And, uh, I’m not planning on disappearing unless George Bush gets re-elected and my wife and I decide to move to Canada and there’s a lag in my ISP service. Or if I get run over by a bus. (looks around) Did I forget anything?
Behind Enemy Lines
Chapter One (PG-13?)
May 8, 1944
MEMO – OSS HIGH COMMAND
Washington D.C.
Col. Henry Willis
RE: Loss of contact with Agent Maclay
Henry:
As you are aware, Agent Maclay’s mission to uncover information relative to the alleged “demon stratagem” within the SS Genheim Sparte has come to an abrupt and disconcerting halt. Our OSS mission contact in Berlin, Max Werner, lost contact with Agent Maclay more than a week ago. With plans for Operation Overlord less than a month away, it is vital that Agent Maclay’s whereabouts are discovered. She, by this time, should possess critical information regarding the status of the Genheim Sparte’s plans. As with all OSS agents behind enemy lines, Agent Maclay’s orders are to terminate her own life if she is discovered and unable to escape, as Nazi interrogators are notoriously adept at gleaning information from their prisoners by utilizing a chilling variety of torture methods. We can only hope and pray that Agent Maclay is still alive, and in possession of the information we so desperately seek.
Like Agent Maclay, Agent Rosenberg has been recruited for this mission due to her abilities in wielding magickal powers. Agent Rosenberg will be dispatched to our contacts in the Ardennes, who will assist her in entering Germany at the border somewhere near Aachen. From there, her mission is to locate Agent Maclay and await further instruction from OSS Command. I know you are concerned with Agent Rosenberg’s fitness for this mission. I have been assured by Major Giles at MI5 that her powers are well within her control, and that she is our best hope for finding Agent Maclay – or, if need be, for taking over the mission should our worst fears materialize.
I expect to hear from Agent Rosenberg within the next 48 hours. I’ll be in contact with you then.
Lt. Col. Jack Armstrong
London
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Ardennes Forest, May 3, 1944
Lt. Willow Rosenberg was soaking wet and decidedly peeved. She’d waited at the checkpoint well past the appointed time, and her contact was nowhere to be found. Her green eyes peered up from under her mostly worthless wide brimmed fedora, taking in the angry gray storm clouds roiling in the sky above. “Oh, France, lovely this time of year,” she muttered to herself, as the rain poured down mercilessly upon her. She heard a light rustling of leaves in the trees directly ahead, but couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead of her due to the pouring rain. She immediately touched the handle of her trusty Walther PPK (silencer attached) hiding deep within an interior pocket of her trench coat, comforted by the feel of the heavy cold steel that had saved her life on more than one occasion.
A tall man emerged from the thicket, as Rosenberg crouched behind a fallen tree and waited for the signal. She grimly acknowledged to herself that if she didn’t hear the signal in the next ten seconds, the man would die here in the forest with a 9mm bullet lodged in his brain. As Rosenberg silently removed the gun from her pocket, the man finally whistled. Two short bursts, and the Lieutenant sighed heavily, not even realizing she was holding her breath. She whistled back as she stood, pocketing the Walther.
“Mademoiselle ... Lieutenant Rosenberg?” Willow nodded. “That’s me.”
“My name is Thierry. I am sent to help you, which you already know. Please, we must hurry. A group of German soldiers have entered the town. We must keep off the road, and get you to safety.”
Willow nodded in assent. “Lead the way.”
The two did not speak for the next forty minutes. Willow followed Thierry through the forest, careful to remain as quiet as possible. She knew that Thierry must have been a part of the French Resistance, operating secretly since the German army overran the country more than four years ago. Were it not for these operatives, many of whom were plain country folk spurred to action by Nazi aggression, Allied agents like herself would have a much harder time moving about the countryside and crossing the border into Germany undetected.
“We are close, Ms. Rosenberg. Just through the clearing up ahead. Please, stay here and I will make sure our way is safe.” Willow crouched down and waited while Thierry walked a few yards ahead. Moments later, he returned, visibly agitated. “Mon Dieu! Germans are at the house. We must take cover.”
Willow silently moved forward. “I need to assess the situation.” Thierry nodded and followed. She moved forward toward the clearing, Thierry by her side, and took in the scene at the farmhouse several hundred feet ahead. Four German soldiers milled about in front, engaged in conversation and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes.
“Es sollte ein Hotel in der Nähe geben.”
“Seien Sie kein Idiot. Wir bleiben hier.”
“Looks like our friends don’t plan on leaving. Four out front, more inside I’m sure,” she whispered. “What now?”
Thierry turned to her. “We have a problem.”
***
Ok kids, I know it’s short, but that’s all I have for now. First off, I want to make sure that there are people who are interested in reading further, or else there’s really no point in continuing. I also desperately need a beta. And please some feedback would really rock. Thanks for reading!
gail
-Cameron 
If you'd like an email address to go with it for feedback, you can email me at 
Uhm, about the beta readers thread - I looked for it, but alas, I couldn't find it. I'm a dork. 
But I have been writing so it shouldn't take that long for me to post the next chapter 
Thank you for asking 
(Post Election Stress & Trauma Syndrome)....So NO hurry! Just glad to hear you're staying with it and one is coming someday. 
Very intriguing...
