2014.
Molly couldn't hide her delight. Two weeks of not knowing what had happened to her captain. Finally she was in the hospital where he was. Despite being slightly nervous she couldn't help but feel at ease. Knowing that they were okay. She took one big brave breath and looked into the window where he was and her heart broke into two whole pieces. Captain james was there in bed but with a toddler and a woman, Molly couldn't see her face but it was still enough too intimate her. She left and never looked back at him again.
18 months later, Kenya.
He was angry. Another fucking replacement medic. Just what he needed. Off course he was delighted for Georgie and Elvis and their baby news but he could do without this.
He was also nervous. This was his first big tour after his shooting. His recovery was a long one but one that was prolonged due to his stubbornness and he missed Molly. He wanted to see her, needed to even but everytime he phoned. It went to voicemail. Much to his sadness. His family thought that he was angry at slightly depressed because of his shooting. But Elvis knew that there was something deeper to his sadness, it took Elvis several cans of beer and a late night to get Charles to open up to him, eventually he did and Elvis genuinely thought he had never seen him so sad before. He was truly broken.
"Two section! Listen up" within a second they sat up without hesitation in them. "We will be helping the Kenyan army, in the refugee camps on the Somali border. As you may off noticed we are a medic down we will meet him or her at the refugee camp tomorrow. Are we clear?"
They all replied in unison, as they walked off he heard them mention dawesy. He went back to his quarters where he got out his pictures off his most beloved. Most were Sam. In fact all were off Sam, all apart from one. It was a picture that one member off two section took. Off him and Molly singing. The night he realised he loved her. They look so happy. He thought they would be like that forever. Maybe not. But she had a special place in his heart.
As they arrived at the refugee centre, it seemed quite a depressing place, with children running about with no where to go. A place torn by war. Children the sam age as his son, crying for aid or even just a hug.
"Two section stay here. I need to get our medic." They did as they were instructed to do so and stood still, but looking around at the camp.
As he walked off, a loud explosion caused by a suicide bomber. Chaos was caused. He looked up and ran to the first person he saw. A man who was crying, screaming in pain for help, on closer inspection he seemed that he took a huge impact of the blast and tragically lost both his legs.
"Sir, we need to get him to the other medics now!" She screamed through the gunfire. It was like she didn't recognise him. Maybe she didn't. He certainly recognised her."We can't it's too dangerous." He shouted back at her.
"Sir, he will bleed out and die if we don't help him"
He nodded excepting defeat. She was still the same, thinking about how to help others instead of herself.
They both ran, whist holding him on the count off three. Where they were met with more army medics who were just finishing their tour whereas Molly was just starting her tour. She knew she would be sectioned with a platoon who were not medics and she would be the medic for them, she didn't really mind she loved being on tour. Since Afghanistan she found she independence and she didn't need anyone else. She had grown in strength and even got promoted to lance corporal, something she was very proud off.
Later that evening she went back with the other medics to officially meet her section with for this tour. She walked to where they were based. Her jaw dropped. She really couldn't believe it.
Off course two section where delighted to see her in fact started a new song "we've got our dawesy back" they chanted. "Sir?" She stood to attention in front of him. God this was awkward they thought.
"Can we speak in private, private Dawes?" He regretted his tone off voice within a second.
"Off course sir, but it's lance corporal now"
He nodded. But by god was he proud of her. He wished he had been there for her, to see her promoted, he would off loved it.
"Dawes, it's been a long time. How have you been?" He shifted in his position. And ran his hands through his hair, a tell tail sign he was nervous.
"I've been fine thank you sir. I hope you're recovery went well." She sounded different to him. More confident within herself, still had she cockney edge but more discreet. "Um yeah it was fine thank you. Could of done with someone being there" he went for it he had to acknowledge the awkwardness. She looked him dead in the eyes. "You had your wife and son, Sir, if you don't mind I need to pack for tomorrow"
His world broke. How did she know. He never tried to hide it from her, just never mentioned it. Endless she was at the hospital he thought, he had to have this out with her. But not today.
"Get some shut eye, early start tomorrow" he said trying to avoid this conversation.
They both went to bed, equally confused and tired. But they knew one thing for sure, old feelings never die, they still loved each other.