Basically, this is just a random idea that came to me after re - watching the first Our Girl film and realising how Molly seemed to always land the good looking captains. Molly and Charles have been together around 2 years and live together near Molly's first training centre where she works along side her old Corporal Geddings training new recruits. Somehow I love a jealous Captain and a bit of angst because they always gotta make up! Not sure if this will remain a one shot, review and let me know if you would like some more and if so, what.

One new message: Molly

Might gonna be another late one gotta help Ged with this report I'm sorry I'll make it up to you promise xx

Geddings, fucking Geddings. To say he hated him would be an understatement, it was unfair considering he had only met him twice but he seemed to be a constant pain in his ass. The first time he met him he was immediately disconcerted. Just the way he was, the cocky confident personality, the way he and Molly interacted, they were on the same wavelength. Seemingly, they always had been. She was his all time 'favourite' recruit apparently. And, he made it more than obvious that if he could, he would have Molly for himself.

But, it wasn't only that. It was the way Molly spoke about him, she seemed to be so fond of him and she was never like that. He trusted her completely and knew how much he meant to her but he couldn't help the doubt niggling at the back of his mind. Plus, he got to spend all day, every day with her, most fucking evenings and nights as well these days. Tonight, she had broke a promise and replaced it with another. Tonight, she said, she was all his and they were going to have a nice dinner and watch tv and do whatever the fuck they wanted to without any distractions. But once again she had to work, with him.

He ate his dinner alone and left hers in the fridge before slouching on the couch watching some shitty programme to sulk and wait on her coming back.

She had been looking forward to tonight, she just wanted to spend some time with Charles since she had kind of been neglecting him recently, but when Geddings practically begged her to help him, her being the kind hearted person she was couldn't refuse. He even said he'd repay her for the 'mouthwash' he had to confiscate from her during training. That was when she knew she had fucked up. As he produced the bottle of Tequila, the shots started flowing to help them through the night and before she knew it, it was 11:45 and she was absolutely pissed.

"I need to get bed" Molly slurred.

"Eh?"

"I need to get home then to bed!" She corrected with an overly loud giggle.

"Hmm you're just trying to tease me," Geddings complained.

They were standing waiting on a taxi, first to drop her then take Geddings home. She hoped Charles was already asleep, he'd be raging if she got home at this time especially a little tipsy.

Charles glanced at the red on the alarm clock 12:22 and despite the anger he was feeling, he was actually beginning to feel a little worried. Right now, his girlfriend was with some other guy while he lay in their bed alone. Then, he finally heard a car stop and a door open up.

"Goodbye Mollsy Dawelsy" a male voice slurred.

"See ya later Geddy," he heard Molly reply.

She came clattering up to the front door, footering with her keys until she finally put them in the lock and came in. He could hear her kicking off her boots and then she must have lost balance as he heard her fall against the table.

"Shhhhh!" She seemed to tell it to be quiet while giving one of her giggles, one she usually used when she was drunk. She couldn't be drunk? She was at fucking work.

A few seconds later he heard the microwave ping and within 15 minutes she was climbing the stairs to their room. As she approached their room he shut his eyes tight, trying to pretend he never actually waited up for her.

When she entered the room she came to the bed, picking up her pyjamas before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. The smell of alcohol confirmed it, she had been drinking. Since when did the pub count as 'work'? As she went to the en-suite she attempted to find the light switch in the dark, ending up with just hitting the wall a few times before switching the wrong one and lighting up the whole room.

"Shit sorry Charlie," she whispered into the darkness after turning it straight back off. He could hear her laughing away to herself in the toilet, why was everything so fucking funny when she was drunk?

When she returned, he rolled over staring her straight in her wide eyes, the tension in the air lingering as they both knew he was pissed off.

"Oops did I wake ya?"

"Hmm" was all he could mumble as a reply. "Where have you been?"

"Work, did you not get my text?"

"Just didn't know getting pissed with that wanker was work."

"What the heck are you on about?"

"Don't even try and deny it," he warned. "If I couldn't tell by the way you're talking I can tell by the smell."

"I was at work it's not what you're thinking about, it's actually a really funny story-" she was cut off.

"I don't fucking care, you chose getting drunk with that than spending time with me, your meant to be boyfriend!"

"Don't be like that, I'm sorry ain't I," she climbed in the bed and traced her fingers down his tense arm. Course I'd rather have been with you but I had to help a mate out why do you hate him so bloody much anyway?"

"You spend all day with him, every single day probably more time with him than me, and he's made it more than clear he's got a thing for you and for all I know it could be a mutual feeling!" It was getting too far now but he just couldn't stop himself. "All those extra nights, how do I know if you're doing reports or fucking him!" Shit. He felt her body freeze next to him.

"Did you actually just say that?" The hurt in her voice sliced him like a knife to the chest. He could feel her welling up beside him and then she moved to get out.

"Stop where are you going? Wait, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that it came out wrong." he pleaded.

"I'm going to sleep next door I can't be near you right now. You know, I honestly thought you cared about me and thought more of me, clearly I was wrong." She made her way towards the door.

"That's probably for the best," how could she be pissed at him when she was in the wrong first?

"I love you more than anything you know." And as she gripped the door handle she heard the tiniest whisper, she almost thought she imagined it, 'Ditto.'

2:07 am

Neither of them had slept, it was very rare they argued but somehow when they did it was always so heated. They both

lay in their separate beds unable to sleep after what happened. Arguing only proved they cared, that there was feelings there, if you never argued you didn't care for each other enough. Her eyes red from crying, she decided to go wash her face in the main bathroom. When she had finished and opened the door to go back, she was stopped startled by the figure waiting outside.

"Jesus C, Charlie! You nearly gave me a Julius Caesar!"

She saw a slight smile tug at the sides of his face but he never said a word, just walked towards her and wrapped his strong arms around her small body. She sunk into his embrace, immediately comforted. They just stood there, saying nothing until he mumbled into her hair, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too."

They were both such stubborn people but when it came to each other they always gave in so quickly. He pulled back and wrapped his hand around hers before leading them both back to their bed. As they climbed in, he wrapped his arm around her waist before placing a light kiss on her cheek.

"I love you, Dawesy."

"Ditto."

There was so much left unsaid that they'd have to discuss in the morning, but for now that was enough to let each other know they'd always be there no matter what. They could get through anything and as long as they were wrapped up in each other's arms they could forget the world.