I've had this story floating around in my head for a while, so eventually thought I would put pen to paper.

None of these characters belong to me, I am just borrowing them from the creators of Our Girl, to whom I am eternally grateful for the love story that is Elvis and Georgie...

Reconciliations

Kenya Summer 2016

Elvis stared at the brief that Charlie had grudgingly given him. WTF! It was Georgie, his Georgie! Jackson pointing out the bleeding obvious and Spunky questioning his competency for this mission was not fucking helpful. He couldn't believe after all this time that this was the way they were going to meet again. If indeed she lived long enough for them to meet again. His stomach lurched at the thought of losing her. Why had he been so bloody stupid? He should never have let her go. He had promised to love, cherish and protect her till, death do us part.

The brief named her as Georgie Lane, she must have reverted back to her maiden name at some point. Had the powers that be realised she was his wife, there would have been no way they would have allowed him to be deployed for this mission. Charlie was probably seething that they'd sent him, hence the friendly welcome. Well fuck him thought Elvis, no one else was getting this job. She was his wife, he was going to be the one to get her back from those bastards. He felt physically sick at the thought of her being in such a precarious and dangerous situation.

What the fuck was Charlie up to, letting this happen? Charlie knew how he still felt about Georgie and had assured Elvis that he would keep her safe under his command. Although they were not still together he'd kept up to speed on her deployments and it was no coincidence that she had been drafted to 2 section under Charlie's command. He was surprised that she had not been suspicious of the posting, as Charlie had been Elvis' best friend since they were at Sandhurst together. Elvis had found it impossible to let go of her completely, even when she had eventually packed up all his stuff and sent it to his parent's house. They'd had their ups and downs but he'd never for one minute stopped loving her and he had blocked all her attempts to divorce him over the last year. He'd always felt they were meant to be and that they would find each other again at some point. There had been no one else in his life before or since, who came anywhere close to Georgie in his heart.

3 years earlier…

During their first mission together in Afghan they had ended up in serious strife when their vehicle went over an IED. They had become trapped on a hillside surrounded by Taliban. They lost two of their comrades but Georgie had managed to keep a third alive through sheer force of will. Elvis was astounded by her bravery and professionalism under fire, he had often seen seasoned army veterans, men three times her size, crumble in less dire situations. At only 21 and having just completed her medical training, she was new to it all but took it all in her stride, whilst performing near miracles with her patients. He was impressed and instantly beguiled by this beautiful girl. She in turn was was in awe of his bravery and skill at getting his team out of difficult situations. Nothing seemed to faze him, no matter how deadly the circumstances. He never gave up and she learnt a great deal from him during that tour and the subsequent tours they happened to be posted on together. The fact that he was gorgeous, if a little full of himself, hadn't escaped her notice either.

Elvis was four years older than her and already had a wealth of experience in special ops in many of the war torn areas of the world. He was not your typical army officer at all. He was of Italian descent but was a North London lad through and through. However, he had more than held his own at Sandhurst and then had gone on to ace the Special Forces training that he had undertaken soon after leaving the Military Academy. He too was good at what he did, some would even say exceptional.

Over the following year, he pursued Georgie relentlessly following her back up to her native Manchester even though he was mostly based in Hereford, until, against her better judgement and much to her parents' dismay, she eventually agreed to marry him. Elvis was madly in love with her and he had been determined to make her his wife from the moment that she had told him she was not the settling down type. We'll see about that he had thought, with complete confidence that he would get what he wanted. She was no pushover and she was as strong a character as Elvis himself but she loved him too, with a passion, of that there was no doubt. She was, however, still young and totally unprepared for, marriage to Elvis Harte!

The early days of their marriage were blissful and full of fun and romance. Unfortunately, them both being away on tour a great deal of the time made life more complicated. But when they were on leave together they spent literally days at a time in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Due to the nature of his job, Elvis needed to keep himself in tip top condition and trained most days. His stamina in the bedroom, therefore, was superior and they made the most of that whenever they could.

Although he was caring and hopelessly romantic, Elvis was fiercely protective of Georgie. He was used to being in command and being able to protect the soldiers in his charge. He sometimes found it difficult not to let that spill over into his home life. Because they were married, army rules dictated that they could not serve together. Elvis found it challenging, not being in control of keeping Georgie safe when she was away on tour. So more and more he used his contacts to pull strings interfering with her postings, to ensure that she was unlikely to be in any danger. Sometimes he even had her assigned duties at home in training roles, if he deemed a particular posting too risky. When Georgie found out this was happening she was livid, they argued endlessly about it but Elvis would not budge. In his wedding vows he had promised to protect Georgie and he was determined to do just that.

As time went by, for the amount of time they spent in the bedroom, they spent equally as much time fighting. They argued about her job, his job, their families, his nights out with his mates, her nights out with her mates, especially her all male colleagues. You name it, they argued about it. Once Elvis and Georgie started arguing, anyone around them, either friends or family, knew to give them a wide berth. They were both strong personalities who didn't back down easily, it made for a very heated relationship.

They had been married for just over two years when Georgie discovered she was pregnant. They always took precautions and had not planned on parenthood just yet, but due to the nature of their love life, it did not come as a massive surprise that it had happened. In fact Georgie seemed to recall a boozy weekend when she had been violently ill, that may have been the culprit of her losing her contraception, along with the other contents of her stomach!

Elvis was on tour when Georgie did the test, she had been feeling unwell for a couple of weeks and her period was unusually late. She knew that Elvis would be over the moon even though it had not been planned. Georgie, however was not so sure how she felt about the pregnancy. She was only just 24 and her career was taking off, she had recently been promoted to Lance Corporal. Her marriage to Elvis was tempestuous, to say the least. She knew that this pregnancy could spell the end of her army career, Elvis could not seem to tolerate the idea of her being in any kind of danger as it was, but now with a baby on the horizon… Even after it was born, she could imagine what he would say. She knew he only wanted to protect her, because he loved her so much but sometimes it was just suffocating.

As she had known he would be, Elvis was ecstatic. During a weekend leave they talked about the future and about them both possibly giving up active duty to go into training roles. Georgie played along and tried to be happy for his sake but deep inside she was terrified and the feeling gnawed away at her constantly. Was she ready to be a mother? To give up her career and the rest of her life to care for another little being? She had always wanted children but had not really planned on it for a good few years yet. How could they have been so careless? She couldn't see Elvis being happy, not doing the job that he loved and excelled at, either. It was probably unfair, but she suspected that deep down Elvis was probably delighted that the pregnancy would curtail her army career. Resentment flared within her resting alongside the fear and anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

A few days before her 12 week scan appointment, Georgie had felt that she was drowning. She had no one she could talk to who wouldn't judge her for feeling the way she did. Her parents and sisters had felt her far too young to marry Elvis in the first place and she couldn't bear to hear them saying 'I told you so.' In desperation she went to her GP, hoping to get some helpful advice. When Georgie explained that she was not 100% sure how she felt about the pregnancy the doctor, recently returned from maternity leave herself, just seemed surprised that Georgie might be feeling that way, bearing in mind she was married and settled. She was not the sympathetic listening ear with helpful reassuring advice that Georgie had hoped for. Instead she thrust some leaflets into Georgie's hand outlining her options should she choose to terminate the pregnancy. Horrified, Georgie thoughtlessly stuffed them into her bag and left the surgery in a hurry.

Elvis was due home in a couple of days and despite the turbulent nature of their relationship, she still got that fluttering excitement low down in her tummy at the thought of seeing him again. She was looking forward to his return, she missed him so much when they were apart. The previous night on facetime she had finally plucked up the courage to tell him how she was feeling and although he had seemed a little upset and deflated by her admission he assured her they would talk things through properly when he got home. Having finally told Elvis about her fears she felt a little better. At least he hadn't flown off the handle and had seemed genuinely concerned about her worries. Maybe things wouldn't be as bad as she had imagined. It might be nice to have a little mini Elvis around the place. She could just picture him with Elvis' gorgeous brown eyes and cheeky smile. For the first time since she had found out she was pregnant, she started to feel a little glimmer of hope that things might work out ok. Humming to herself happily, she began to plan a special meal for her and Elvis to share on his first night home.

The searing pain that woke her was intense, she'd never felt anything like this before. She doubled over as the agony gripped her insides, as she tried to get out of bed. What was happening, this couldn't be right? Another bolt of lightning shot through her. Shit! She gritted her teeth to try to help her deal with the pain. She felt the damp blood between her legs and suddenly the realisation hit her. "No, no, no!" A wave of devastation washed over her. How fucking cruel was fate? Only now, now when it was too late, now she was losing the baby, did she realise miserably that this child, Elvis' child, meant the world to her. How could she have ever thought otherwise? The pain in her heart suddenly rivalled the pain in her belly. Crawling out of bed she grabbed for her phone. With that in one hand and clutching her stomach with the other, she called her sister Marie.

Elvis arrived home later that day, he was surprised that Georgie had not been there to meet him at the base when his army transport had landed. He had tried to call her several times but her phone was just going to voicemail. Why was she avoiding him? He was still not over their last facetime conversation and he was having to work at keeping himself in check. He could feel his disappointment bubbling below the surface over her lack of excitement at the thought of them becoming parents. He was elated at the thought that they had created a child together and he just couldn't understand why Georgie wouldn't feel the same. They loved each other didn't they? He certainly loved Georgie with his whole heart and had always thought she felt the same. He knew they argued a lot but he just put that down to the amount of time they spent apart. In truth, he enjoyed the cut and thrust of their fiery relationship. He loved the making up after their arguments. A forces marriage was never easy, particularly when they were both serving soldiers, but loving each other had never been a problem.

It was late in the evening when Marie parked the car outside Georgie's house. She was worried about her sister. Georgie had been monosyllabic since the doctor had confirmed the news that she had miscarried the baby. He had said it was extremely common in early pregnancy and that there was no cause for concern for future pregnancies. They had gone ahead and performed the procedure to remove the remaining uterine lining as was normal after miscarriage. Georgie had just lay there completely stunned by what had happened. She had not cried, nor had she uttered one word since hearing the news. Marie was really worried about her. She was relieved when she was finally given the all clear to take Georgie home. Marie had been totally shocked when she got the call from Georgie in the early hours, neither she nor their parents were even aware that she was pregnant! What was going on with her? Marie was about to get out of the car when Georgie stopped her, mumbling that Elvis would be home by now and she wanted to tell him herself without an audience. Marie tried to argue that Georgie needed her but Georgie would not hear of it, telling her that she'd talk to her later. And with that she climbed out of the car and quietly let herself into the house.

Elvis was sitting at the kitchen table when she walked in, his face was ashen and he looked like he had been crying. Spread out on the table in front of him were the termination leaflets the doctor had given her. She'd emptied them out of her bag at some point but they hadn't quite made it to the rubbish bin. He demanded to know where she'd been, his voice was strained. Confused for a moment, she did not answer him straight away and he slammed his fist down on the table making her jump. He repeated the question, louder this time, holding one of the leaflets out towards her. She stared at him, her mind was in turmoil, this wasn't how she had expected the conversation to go. Did he really think that she was capable of aborting their baby? Anger surged in her. In that moment Georgie made a decision that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her heart was breaking and all she wanted was to curl up and push the world away, push him away. It was all her fault anyway, if she'd wanted the baby more, this would never have happened. Well if that's what he wanted to think, she would let him. "I'm sorry," she said "the baby's gone."

Elvis sprang up, knocking his chair over behind him and glared at her with a look of such loathing, she felt herself wince. He then passed right by her avoiding any physical contact, his face a combination of anger and hurt. He walked quickly through the house, out the front door and out of her life. Georgie collapsed sobbing as she heard the front door slam behind him but in truth she just felt such relief. The guilt she was carrying was unbearable. She was so angry with him for his awful assumption. But the truth was that she could not stand to see Elvis' pain at the loss of their baby, knowing it was her fault, for not wanting it enough. She was glad he had gone, she just did not have the capacity to deal with his grief as well as her own.