Bored on Sunday nights these days? It was only five weeks but I still find myself missing OG on Sunday nights. Here's a little present for all the OG fans out there to help you deal with this Sunday night! Author's notes at the bottom.

This is set towards the end of Episode 4.

Disclaimer: I don't own Our Girl, more's the shame! Everything you recognise was created by Tony Grounds and is owned by the BBC.

Chapter 1

Molly didn't know what to do. The Bossman and Smurf were screaming at each other in the middle of the bridge and Qaseem was yelling at the Captain to get the truck moving. She decided they needed to get on with the job and started checking out the women and children in the back of the truck, wondering if Badrai might be hiding among them. The driver seemed to be OK which must mean that if Badrai was on the truck he was not hiding in the cab.

As Molly looked, her eyes focused on the woman sitting at the back with the black burka on. Something was wrong about this woman. That was it. The eyebrows. They looked too manly. Her eyes locked on the other eyes and she saw her surprise reflected in them as the eyes of Badrai looked back towards her.

Time seemed to slow down for Molly as she took a step back and raised her gun, despairingly calling "Boss, Boss, it's Badrai!" She knew he was too far away to support her. Badrai was lunging towards her, standing up, and she saw he was lifting an AK-47 from under the seat beneath him. Time seemed to slow down as she desperately considered the alternatives. She realised that she had no cover nearby unless she jumped to the side of the bridge. Should she attempt to get to cover? If she did that, then the Bossman and Smurf would be in his direct line of fire and she couldn't let them get hit.

If she went for him herself then she was likely to take some damage but there was a chance she could take him with her without her squad getting hurt. His gun was already lifting and starting to point up from the ground. Her gun was pointing at his head but she remembered Major Morley saying they wanted to get Badrai alive. She lowered her aim, knowing that the hesitation could cost her dearly.

She was vaguely aware of Captain James calling to her but couldn't hear what he was saying. As Badrai's gun swung up from the ground he opened fire on full auto. Milliseconds later she opened fire herself with a focused three round burst at the right side of his abdomen.

Suddenly she felt like she had been punched. The first hit was at the top of her left thigh and then three powerful punches hit across her abdomen and then another in the shoulder, which spun her around off balance.

Away from the action, James, Smurf and the rest of Two Section watched in initial surprise and slowly dawning understanding and horror as Molly took a step back and started yelling. James screamed, "Dawes, get to cover". She backed up a few paces and then aimed her rifle, but then seemed to lower it as the Afghan woman with the black veil pulled up an AK-47 and opened fire on full automatic. Molly fired almost at the same time, but the section saw several shots trace up over her body, penetrating her thigh, then her abdomen and then her right shoulder, spinning her round. At the same time, the Afghan "woman" seemed to be thrown back against the inside of the truck as Molly's own shots went home.

"NO!" yelled Captain James, jumping forwards and running towards his medic as she started to collapse to the ground. "DAWES!" Smurf just stood on the bridge, watching in shock as his whole world continued to crumble around him. First he was betrayed by the Boss and now his breakdown caused Molly to be shot. He backed into the side of the bridge and slid down the wall, continuing to stare wretchedly as Molly's body fell to the ground on the far side of the bridge.

James reached her and stared down into Molly's wide green eyes. She had fallen on her back but, still wearing her Bergen, was propped up off the ground with her head lolling slightly to the left. She stared back at him through glazed eyes. "Boss" she whispered, staring into his light brown eyes, "I'm sorry." James stared down at the broken body of the woman he loved. Blood was leaking out of her left thigh and right shoulder but also, more worryingly, flowing out of her abdomen where a shot or shots seemed to have penetrated her body armour. James reached for her left shoulder and gripped it while he desperately fought for composure.

"Kinders! Man down!" He shouted on the radio, while his brain noted in a detached way that it wasn't a man at all, "One CAT-A. Urgent medevac required! Stay where you are and keep covering us. Send Dangles and Nude-Nut to me and someone to take care of Smurf! Make sure the MERT knows that it's our medic that's down and they need to send someone who can take care of her on the ground!"

"Acknowledged boss." Came the reply, and James could hear the tremor of emotion in Kinders' normally professional voice, as Dangleberries and Nude Nut broke cover and raced towards the fallen Molly. Out of the corner of his eye James saw Kinders turn and order Baz Vegas to go to Smurf.

"Boss…" came the whisper from below him, "Badrai….needs to live…Yanks want him alive…" the effort of talking seemed to tire Molly out as her head lolled again. "No way!" he bit out, "you're more important!"

With a seemingly great effort, Molly looked up and focused on his eyes, "Boss…I made a decision to wound, not kill…don't let 'im die – promise me…" Her eyes slid to the side and she lay panting, working to breathe. She finally managed to squeeze some more words out, "bandages…cover the wounds…try and stop the bleedin'…tie them tight…both of us…" her voice was so faint by the last word that James had to lean in to hear.

Dangles and Nude Nut had arrived in time to hear Molly's words and stared down in horror at the woman who had become the heart of their section. Molly was desperately pushing down on her bleeding abdomen, trying in vain to stop the blood flow. Dangles fell to his knees beside her as the seriousness of her injuries penetrated, "No Mols". He reached out to touch her face as she looked up at him and tried to smile reassuringly. The fact that she was trying to reassure them just about broke James' heart.

The interruption gave James a second to catch his thoughts. "Dangles, Nude-Nut! Go to the truck. Confirm that the insurgent is disarmed and that the other civilians are safe and then do what you can to keep him alive until the MERT gets here. Ask Qaseem to handle the Afghan civilians. I know it looks bad, but you must do your best to hold it together. For Molly" he finished encouragingly. They both acknowledged him and ran off while he started pulling bandages out of his med pack.

"Gloves. Morphine" Molly whispered.

"What?" he replied, startled.

"Put on gloves…and give me some morphine…side of my pack" she replied, "We'll make a medic of you yet sir…" she joked, coughing slightly. It wrenched at his heart seeing her trying to raise his spirits, knowing that she was injured because he had fucked up. Anyway, he couldn't focus on that now. He took off his gloves and pulled on a pair of surgical gloves as quickly as he could, but evidently not quickly enough.

"Takin' too long…stop the bleedin'…tie me up tight…will hurt me…but ignore it" She looked up at him again, "…hurry…stomach first". He pulled bandages out of the side of the small emergency med pack she kept strapped to her waist, identical to the one he had. He tried to push gauze onto her wound but her body armour kept getting in the way. He lifted it up and gasped as he saw the extent of the damage to her abdomen.

She picked up on it and whispered, "Is it bad?" As he stuffed gauze across the hole he answered, forcing as much levity into his voice as possible, "Nah, just a graze Dawesy. I was surprised you're such a wuss actually". She tried to laugh and coughed. "Can't wait…to play poker…wiv you sir…you're crap…at lyin'!" Looking across at her, he tried to smile, "It's a date Dawesy, so you'd better survive." She muttered something that seemed to include "first date", but her eyes were glazed and he noticed she was already turning pale. He applied the field dressings over the gauze and started to pass them around her abdomen. As he pulled them tight she emitted a hoarse scream which pulled at him.

She panted for another few seconds, obviously trying to get control of herself, "Now the leg…then the arm…don't worry sir…you're doin' well". He set back to the task at hand, pushing the gauze onto her leg and wrapping the field dressing around it tightly as she grunted. By the time he had finished her shoulder her breathing was starting to get laboured. He looked up at her face but her eyes were closed. Her lovely face looked pale, much paler than when he had started, and gaunt. He reached out for her hand, desperate to give her some reassurance that she wasn't alone.

"Kinders, ETA on the MERT?" he called, "ETA two minutes sir," came the reply.

"Tell them to get here as soon as possible. I'm losing her" he ordered. "Do they know we also have an insurgent casualty?" to which Kinders replied affirmatively, "Dangles, what's the status on the insurgent?"

"Still alive sir. We plugged the bleeding. He's taken two rounds in the right shoulder but he's still breathing. Tell Molly he'll live" As she heard the report, Molly's mouth twitched up but that was the only reaction. Suddenly he thought of another thing. "Baz, how is Smurf?"

Baz replied, "He's out of it sir. It's like he's totally broken down. He won't take his eyes off you and Molly and he keeps repeating No No No under his breath. He won't respond to anything I say". He didn't really want to worry about Smurf at the moment but the professional in him replied, "OK, make sure you hand him off to the MERT as soon as they get here". As he finished he heard the low pitched beating sound of a Chinook's rotor blades in the distance.

The helicopter circled the area a few times, finally deciding to land by the compound in which they had hidden overnight. As it settled, the back ramp came down and two figures in full combat gear, but carrying medical packs and equipment instead of rifles, sprinted across the bridge towards them. As they got closer they resolved into Molly's friend Jackie Dawlish, and another woman that he didn't know. As Jackie reached Molly she seemed to recognise who it was and stopped dead and cried "Oh, Molly Dawes, what have you done now you stupid cow?"

Molly cracked open an eye, which now looked bloodshot and tried to grin up at her friend. "Trouble…seems…to follow me…" she rasped. It seemed to mean something to Jackie since she produced a small, sad smile.

"OK Captain, please tell me what happened and what you've done so far," said the other woman to Captain James, taking command. She was wearing a major's crown and had a tag saying "Doctor" on her upper arm. "Jackie, please go and check the other casualty. If he is able to be moved please take him to the chopper under guard and then come back and assist me." With one last glance at Molly, Jackie ran over to the truck and started looking over Badrai, talking to Dangles and Nude Nut as she did so.

As James filled the Major in on what had happened and what he'd done so far he kept an eye on Molly. Her breathing was becoming more laboured and he was really worried. As he finished, the Major turned to Molly and spoke directly to her, "OK Molly, I'm Nicky and we're going to get you sorted and back to Bastion, OK? So I'm just going to do a full check to make sure we haven't missed any wounds. It could hurt a bit as I move you around, OK?"

She didn't wait for Molly to acknowledge her before running her gloved hands around Molly's legs, starting at the bottom and running them up to the top. "OK, Captain, I'm going to lean her forward and I want you to unstrap her pack and then pull off her body armour, OK?" James acknowledged and set about loosening then sliding the straps off Molly's arms as the Major held her forward. The pack came off OK, but when he pulled the body armour off, what seemed like a torrent of blood seemed to leak out of Molly's back, and she moaned piteously.

"SHIT!" yelled Nicky, "Jackie I need you here now! Exit wound that we hadn't spotted! Captain, I need you to hold her up so I can dress it!" He immediately moved around to Molly's left shoulder so that the Major could reach around to the right side of her back, and he gently held Molly up. Her breathing was harsh and she was mewling in pain. Jackie arrived and helped the Major wrap bandages around Molly's wounds.

He tried to whisper encouraging words to her, but wasn't sure if she could hear and grasped her left hand with his, "Hold on Molly" he whispered, "everything's going to be OK". Molly coughed and then spat out a gob of blood. A thin stream of blood leaked down from the left corner of her mouth dripping over her chin, "You're a terrible liar sir" she whispered without opening her eyes. The Major finished and they laid her back, James pointing out the blood in Molly's mouth. The Major, Nicky, quickly looked into her mouth with her torch and answered, "Phew, it's not from her lungs. It looks like she just bit her tongue in pain. OK, now we need to get her on a stretcher." Jackie immediately grabbed a portable stretcher that they had put down next to the medical packs and started setting it up.

"We'll need some bodies, Captain," said Nicky and James looked up to see Nude Nut and Dangles standing around looking like spare wheels about 10 feet away, watching Molly with concern. Obviously Badrai was now in the chopper. Looking around, he also saw Smurf was nowhere to be seen and assumed he had been taken to the chopper as well. Kinders was standing up conversing with the ANA commander using Qaseem as an interpreter but they were both casting regular concerned looks towards Molly. The rest of the section was still covering the sides of the bridge but he could also see them casting looks at Molly as well.

"Nude Nut, Dangles, can you help move Molly onto the stretcher?" he called. They both immediately came over and knelt down by the stretcher with Nude Nut on the left, Dangles on the right, the Major at the top and him at the bottom. "OK, on three," called Nicky, "One, two, three." They all gripped Molly and shifted her onto the stretcher, prompting another of those horrific grating screams of pain from Molly. The soldiers all flinched but the medics seemed to accept it. The soldiers stood up, staring down at their fallen comrade as Nicky took out a blood pack and pushed a nasty looking needle into Molly's left arm, then took out a stethoscope and started listening at various points on Molly's chest. Jackie was tucking the blood pack into Molly's top pocket.

Molly was a horrific sight. Her abdomen, shoulder and leg were covered in blood encrusted bandages and her hands, which were now lying at her sides, were also covered in blood. Her lips were smeared with blood and there was a line of it down her chin which contrasted strongly with her white, pasty face. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing seemed very faint indeed. As Nicky finished her checks she seemed to hear something and put her ear by Molly's mouth which moved infinitesimally.

"She wants you," she announced, looking at James, "assuming you're "Boss"? Be quick. We need to move her ASAP. I'll continue to monitor while you talk."

James bent down on his hands and knees to get as close to Molly's head as he could, conscious of the others, except Nicky, moving back to give them some private space. "I'm here Dawesy," he announced, wrapping her left hand gently in both of his. It was cold, despite the warmth of the Afghan weather. "Wanted to say sorry" she whispered so quietly he had to put his ear practically against her mouth. She was carefully enunciating the words. He wasn't having her blaming herself, "You don't have anything to be sorry for Molly. It was my fault". She squeezed his hand, and opened her eyes. It almost broke his heart. Her beautiful green eyes were bloodshot, "Don't…blame…yourself" she gasped and then "Look at me….please…" he turned to face her, fearing he knew what this was. "I love you" he whispered, looking into her eyes. She stared at him for a long moment and then her mouth lifted up at the left corner, "Ditto". A second passed, then:

"SHIT! She's arresting!" yelled Nicky, "help me get her to the chopper. NOW!" They picked up the four corners of the stretcher and sprinted towards the chopper, with Nicky screaming on her radio, "she's arrested, get the paddles charged and prepare for immediate departure as soon as we get to you. Advise Bastion we have an emergency inbound! Hot vampire!" They ran the stretcher into the chopper and medics immediately surrounded them, pushing the three soldiers away. Jackie gently pushed them towards the ramp, "You have to go guys, we're launching for Bastion now. We'll do our best." The ramp was already whirring and they managed to jump down to the ground as it started to lift. The chopper's magnificent rotors started to rotate faster and the engines whined. Deafened, they stumbled away as the chopper started to lift off. As it departed, nine sets of eyes followed it until it crossed the horizon.

A/N 1 I always thought the ending of Episode 4 was a bit contrived. How Badrai managed to fire, hitting James and Smurf but not hitting Molly, who was between them, seemed extremely unlikely and it also didn't sound likely that Molly would panic in that way, especially given how cool she'd been under fire up until then. On top of that, surely Badrai would want to fire at Molly, given she was responsible for breaking up his family?

A/N 2 I've used a Chinook as the MERT chopper as that is what was actually used in Afghanistan. I assume the cost of getting a Chinook to South Africa forced them to use other equipment for the series which led them to use those clapped out Hueys. The Hueys looked really cool (Apocalypse Now, anyone?!) but are certainly factually incorrect. Actually the British Army does operate the Bell 212, a close relation to the Huey, but only in Belize.

A/N 3 A typical MERT or Medical Emergency Response Team deployed in Afghanistan would consist of a trauma surgeon, a trauma nurse and two paramedics. The MERT is one of the key elements that has improved survivability on the battlefield in the Afghan war. Embarked in a Chinook helicopter the team can operate on a patient en route to hospital to provide critical medical support before the patient even gets to hospital. It is the equivalent of taking the casualty ward to the patient, rather than bringing the patient to the ward. Between the combat medical care on the battlefield, the MERT and the exceptional advances in trauma medicine pioneered at the Camp Bastion hospital, British soldiers in the Afghan war had a much higher chance of survival than in any other recent conflict.

A/N 4 Hot Vampire means that the MERT team has had to give a blood transfusion en route to Bastion.

A/N 5 My upload schedule will be significantly slower on this than Captain's Log. I have much of the second chapter already written, and all of the epilogue, but quite a lot of work to do in between (although it is all planned out!). There's a fair amount of research to do for this piece and quite a lot of real life to be lived, but bear with me! I'm still working on a continuation to "Missed Me" and will update that as soon as I've got something together.

A/N 6 On a totally unrelated note, did anyone else spot Major Beck in Corrie this week? So we've had Dangles in Casualty and Sohail in Homeland. Any other good spots?