I'm still here, failing to keep promises and upload, but this one was the result of a 3am writing session and it has slowly become my baby. So be nice. The layout and story are pretty simple, the letters are in italics and the story/memory is underneath. Oh and Tommy is new, he's Molly's elder brother, I created him for another project but he fitted in so well I had to keep him! The first few chapters will sort of set things up so bear with them. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have writing it. Let me know what you think. I don't own Our Girl, only Tommy.

Dear M,

Please wake up, I can't do this without you. I know that sounds selfish, but you understand. I can't breathe without you here, the world has its hands around my throat.

My parents are helping me with things, but there not you. Tommy's struggling, seeing his baby sister connected to tubes, I think it reminds him of your dad. He's been going to visit your mom, she knows what happened to you, but she can't remember it most days, he told me the other day she thought he was your dad, how she got angry and confused. Then he had to tell her everything that happened and she remembered. You know what it's like.

Tommy comes to see you, mainly when I'm not here or have popped out. He doesn't know what to do, there are so many tubes M, none of us want to touch you in case we break something and make you worse.

Wake up soon M, Tommy needs you.

So do I.

Charles

"One Cat A, urgent med-evac required! MIST out, wait out." Molly's voice was muffled through the radio as she started to treat the injured Private in front of her, "Hey, hey. Stay with me Liam, stay with me." She attempts to get his attention, but it appears futile "Boss?" The Private's voice is distant "Boss, why are you treating me?" Molly can tell she is losing him by the second, "Well ya know Liam, you so important Bosswoman thought she'd make sure your wounds are treated by the best. Stay with me." A regular ANA led operation had gone South when Molly's platoon had been ambushed, taking out both a Private and their assigned medic, her instinct kicked in and she began treating the injured despite her newly assigned Captain status. "James, how's he doing?" Command came through on the radio, "I'm losing him, where the fuck is that MERT?" Molly knew that if he didn't get treatment soon he one become the next on a long list of dead troops. "Tell it to hurry the fuck..." The battlefield exploded.

"Hello...Yes this is Charles James... Molly James' next of kin correct...Oh God, I'll be right there." His world fell in front of him as he put the phone down.

Quick question that I really need your help answering, do you like the idea of having a memory attached to the letters or would you prefer them to be on their own. I'm not sure myself so I thought I would start with them like this, advice and help is much appreciated.