Hi Everyone! This is my very first time writing and I feel very much a novice as I've been reading everyones amazing stories now for some time and completely admire the talent all of you have when writing stories. I felt since ive read so many of yours that it was time to give something back, although it might not be any good! I absolutely love Molly and James together but since it seems Molly isn't coming back for a while I thought I'd capture the imagination of another love story! It'll come to light in another chapter but James isn't with Molly at this moment in time. I really hope you like it! Be kind xx

Georgie lay back onto the medic bed and closed her eyes. Despite being exhausted she found it difficult to switch off her brain. Was she mad doing this all again? Would she ever be able to get past the trauma of the kidnapping and seeing her friend killed right in front of her? Despite this, for some unknown reason, she was drawn to the army like a magnet. Perhaps there would always be a desire within her to try and fix the world's problems – or maybe she was just plain mad. Either or, here she was, in the place they so fondly called 'Hell', Afghanistan.

"Lane, you in there?"

Georgie broke away from her thoughts and sat up after hearing the voice coming from outside the tent.

"Yes Captain, come in"

Captain James lifted up the flap entrance to the med tent and leaned his head in. His brown locks were ruffled and he had a hint of stubble on his jaw. He looked just as exhausted as she was.

"Sorry Lane..."He looked embarrassed. "Did I wake you?"

"No Sir, don't worry about that. Find it hard to get any shut eye these days. Too much going on up top" She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair and pulled it into a bobble, rubbing her eyes to try and evoke some energy into them.

"Care to share?" he asked gently, concerned.

"Wouldn't want to bore you sir, just need to try fight the demons which haunt me still that's all".

James entered the med tent and zipped down the entrance. He took a seat at the side of the medic bed and put one foot over the opposite knee making himself comfortable.

"That's what I'm here for Lane, we all have our medic to look after us but who looks after the medic?" he sported a cheeky grin putting Georgie at ease straight away. James always seemed to have a way of making everyone feel better. Especially in a place like this where it seemed impossible to have anything to smile about. He had always been there during the hard times and boy had there been a few of those to say the least. James had the unfortunate job in telling Georgie on her wedding day that the man she was meant to be marrying didn't want to marry her anymore. Being kidnapped in Kenya, seeing her friend killed before her very eyes, seeing Elvis again.

"Thanks Sir...I just...it's just hard to work out why I'm still doing this you know? It doesn't seem to be doing me any favours" She rubbed the back of her neck trying to relieve some of the tension she felt.

"We all get moments when we feel like that. Wondering what is the purpose of it all. But it's who we are Georgie. It's in our blood to help these people who are trapped by the cruelty of their country. We're trained to see the goodness in the innocent and know they deserve a better life than what they're getting. If you keep that at the forefront of your mind it'll help you defeat the demons."

Georgie looked at James with admiration. He always showed strength and knew exactly how to encourage others to believe in themselves. It was a quality which she knew others saw and escalated him through the ranks. There were few Captains like him and she understood now why there was a stampede of privates desperate to be in his charge. Well, except for the female soldiers, she knew exactly why they wanted to work closely with the Captain.

"You're right...I need to keep believing that. I'd write a reminder on my mirror in lipstick but I didn't think to pack it!"

"Don't worry, you can borrow mine" James grinned.

Georgie chuckled at his humour and this only intensified her emotions. She looked down at her hands and desperately tried to fight back the tears which were threatening to fall. She couldn't let James see her like this. She was a bloody soldier. Where was this all coming from?

"Everything alright Lane? I was only kidding about the lipstick, its actually Dangleberries"

Georgie cleared her throat but it was no use. Tears streamed down her face and she couldn't control it. Captain James moved from his seat and sat on the edge of the medic bed. He gently put an arm around Georgie and brought her closer to him.

"Sssh come on now, let it all out." He whispered to her softly, his other hand bringing her head slowly to his shoulder. Georgie could smell the faint last notes of his aftershave which was strangely comforting to her. In this moment she felt closer to him than she ever had before. She didn't know if it was her emotions sending her crazy but she knew she didn't want to let go of this moment. She had always got on well with her Captain, everyone did, but something inside her changed and she now understood why he got so much female attention. She could never deny that he was ridiculously handsome but never before had she felt butterflies in her stomach like this. Well except with Elvis but that was over.

She wiped her face and looked up at Captain James. He gave her a smile and it made her stomach flip. God he was gorgeous. He let go of her, ready to move off the bed, when she stopped him by lifting her hand to his shirt.

"Lane..." Captain James shakes his head and puts his hand softly on top of hers with the aim of removing it. "You're tired and upset, you need some rest". His voice is barely a whisper.

"What I need right now Captain is you..." the volume of her voice matching his.

Georgie leans forward and places her lips on his.

"We can't do this..." James whispers but unable to pull himself away.

They kiss, slowly at first then more intense. He exhales deeply as they get more urgent and desperate for each other. Her hands are on his cheeks, bringing him closer to her, a warm feeling spreading between her legs. Their need for each other was overwhelming.

To be continued...