She Moves In Her Own Way
Elvis crept cautiously up the ramp leading to the rooftop. His eyes focused like a tiger watching its prey as he glanced round what seemed to be an abandoned area. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a sort of gap in the floor and crept slowly towards it. Pointing his gun down the make shift shaft he realised it led down to the levels below, with a single black rope hanging from the top. Deducting that there was no one about he confidently spoke into his radio "all call signs rooftop clear. Cease fire."
Moving towards another part of the roof he heard Charlie's voice announce "four stations this is zero alpha. Building clear." He looked over the wall and spotted several of 2-section milling about. He couldn't see Georgie but assumed she was ok since he hadn't heard anything over the com. Looking to his left he spotted a gun and a large grey sheet covering something. God how he hated afghanistan. You were never safe anywhere.
He moved towards it and slowly began to uncover the sheet with one hand the other at his com "suspected IED on rooftop, ten liner wait out." quickly but steadily he moved the sheet and confirmed it was and IED, and began to back away the way he came. He couldn't exactly do much without the right equipment.
With that a great explosion ripped across the the roof. Bright bursts of oranges and reds flashed across elvis' vision and knocked him on his back. A loud ringing noise was all that he could hear along with a worried cries from below. His mind blurred for a second or two and his eyes were unfocused. Smoke drifted steadily towards him and filled his senses. "Bloody hell" he said through gritted teeth. He sat up with much difficulty and became aware of a small stabbing sensation in his lower abdomen. A piece of shrapnel had wedged itself into his side. Wincing at the pain he attempted to stand up, when a frantic and easily recognisable medic rushed her way towards him.
"Elvis!" she screamed with relief as she threw herself at him sending him hurtling towards the floor again.
"Umpth" was all he could say but he couldn't help the slowly spreading grin at the sight of his girl.
"Thank god you're ok" she sniffed as she buried her face into his neck. Small yet noticeable tears began to stream down her face.. "I thought i'd lost you"
"Nah you know me george nothing can kill me i'm bulletproof remember?" he smirked as he said this. Georgie couldn't help but roll her eyes at his arrogant tone as she was reminded of their take down od Abu years earlier.
"You are one lucky bastard Elvis Harte" she replied shaking her head. Carefully she helped him up and began to inspect him for injuries. Her practised hands soon found the wound in his side and gently pressed her hands against it. Elvis couldn't stop the hiss of pain that escaped his lips as she did this. " By the looks of it, it's only a small piece of shrapnel, but i want a closer look at it to be sure." she began ushering him down the stairs and out into the open area where 2-section were awaiting instructions. Charlie came running up to them followed quickly by Spanner, Peanut and Dyno.
"Elvis! You're ok" panted charlie as he came to a stop in front of him. "Any wounds Lane?" he asked her with concern.
"Small shrapnel wound in lower abdomen,boss " she spoke professionally " i'm about to go clean the it up"
Charlie shook his head with a grin on his face " an IED goes off meters from you and and all you have to show for it is a small shrapnel wound?"
"You know me charlie boy, luckiest bastard alive" he replied with a laugh as he turned to his team. "Have we apprehended Omar?", he spoke quickly turning the conversation serious.
"No boss, we confirmed he was here but he must have escaped during the uproar" spanner said with a grim tone.
Elvis pulled a face of irritation at this news and was about to respond when Georgie began ushering him toward her makeshift med centre."oi!" was all he could say as he was pushed into the shelter. "I wasn't done speaking y'know medic" he quipped as he was shown to a seat.
Maisie was in the shelter already, trying her best to tend to the wounds when she heard Elvis' words. " yeah but with all the yapping you do you'd never be finished" she laughed whilst applying pressure to an afghan soldiers fun shot wound.
Elvis pulled a face of mock offence whilst Georgie just shuck her head and chuckled.
A loud noise of an approaching helicopter became apparent and Georgie sighed with relief that i was the medi vac she had requested. "Brains, Richards, Fingers come help me load this lot into the helicopter." georgie yelled.
The three members of 2-section did as they were told an handed them over to the paramedics. Elvis' eyes never left Georgie as she gently placed an injured soldier onto the the small platform. There were times like this when he took a moment to appreciate just how lucky he was that he had a girl like Georgie. In his eyes she was perfect. Witty, smart, beautiful and caring. And then with a flutter in his heart he remember hours earlier when she'd flashed the silver engagement ring at him from across the base. She'd said yes! He was going to marry Georgie Lane. the grin spread across his face almost instantly and his adoring gaze caused Georgie to glance over. meeting his eyes hers lit up and small smile slid onto her face.
God how she loved that man. That wonderfully frustrating man, she thought with a chuckle. If georgie admitted it to herself she realised that she had never really loved Jamie. He had been to safe, to comfortable - predictable even. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he just wasn't Elvis.
Elvis had captured her heart a long time ago with his suave words, charismatic simile and unpredictable nature. Georgie never used to have any intention of settling down till she met him. Shed planned to dedicate her life to her career as an army medic, but Captain Harte just had to throw a spanner in the works by relentlessly pursuing her. Hed swept in with a cunning attitude and flirtatious smile and completely stole her heart. He wasn't exactly terrible to look at either, she allowed herself to admit with a smirk. yes , he was the lovable rogue Elvis and god how she loved him.