Hi, I'm new to this fandom. I've watched all the series when they originally aired and during their series, I had the urge to go back and watch s1 and not only did I become obsessed with this show but fell completely more in love with Captain James (I mean, who wouldn't?!).

I've had a few fic ideas and this is going to be a pretty short series so thought I'd start with this! Hope you like it, please review and let me know!

Enjoy!

Promises

"Medic! Help! I need a medic!"

Elvis immediately helped to move Dyno off the makeshift bed at the call from the ANA man. He was busy making sure his buddy was okay and comfortable that he didn't even glance at what was going on behind him.

Georgie instructed them to keep Dyno's leg elevated and still, while keeping a pressure on the wound. She looked across to Maisy and Rab to make sure they were both still doing okay before turning to the incoming wounded as Captain Azizi stepped back from laying the injured man down.

She couldn't help but let out a gasp when she saw who it was.

"Boss man…"

Elvis' head snapped up, Georgie had whispered the word so quietly that he almost missed them. He spun around and his eyes widened when he saw his best friend now led on the bed. He stood up and pushed Azizi out of the way, praying it was just a superficial wound.

"Shit!" Georgie exclaimed when she saw the chest wound still pumping out blood, springing into action.

"Charlie...What the hell happened?"

Charles blinked at him a couple of times trying to get his eyes to focus. "Elvis…"

"Yeah, I'm here, Mate." Elvis assured him.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Azizi rambled, looking down at him, shaking his head in disbelief. "My friend, forgive me…I'm sorry…"

"Azizi…" Charles called out weakly, managing to reach out a hand as the other man walked off.

"You're going to be okay…" Elvis gripped onto the hand, gaining his attention again. "Right, Georgie?"

Georgie was applying pressure to the wound. "Yeah, you're not getting rid of us that easily…just keep talking to us, Boss…"

Suddenly there was a gunshot that rung out loudly nearby. Georgie screamed and Elvis immediately threw himself forward to cover Charles.

"Fuck! What was that?!" Charles gasped; his eyes wide and breathing rapidly.

"What's going on?!" Georgie shouted out, hoping to be heard over the raised voices outside the shelter.

"Wait here." Elvis ordered before going to investigate.

"How's everyone doing, Lane?" Charles questioned, between gasps of air.

"They're doing okay, Boss." Georgie tried to assured him with a smile. "Rab took a bullet to the arm but he'll be fine...Might scar so he's pleased about that… "

"Go check on him…"

"I got Maisy watching him…" Georgie shook her head.

She knew she needed to check on the ANA solider soon but as long as there were no complications, Rab and even Dyno would be okay… Unless they come under attack from whatever was happening outside. Things had fallen warily quiet.

"Lane…"

"I'll check on him and the others in a bit." Georgie told him. "Right now, I'm staying with you...You're going to get the VIP treatment here, Boss."

Charles managed a weak chuckle. "Next time, I think I'll stick to the basic package if this is what you have to do to be a VIP…"

"How's he doing, Lane?" Kingy crouched down next to Georgie.

"Not too pleased with the VIP package." Georgie replied. "What's going on out there?"

Kingy glanced at Charles and hesitated before answering. "There was an incident but we're secure again…"

"An incident?" Lane looked at him with a frown.

Kingy shook his head a little, telling her silently not to ask anymore.

"Azizi…"

"Sir?"

"Azizi…he…Where?"

"Don't worry, boss…We got everything covered." Kingy told him.

"Shouldn't trust him…" Charles whispered, his eyes slowly closing.

"Hey!" Georgie tapped his face until his eyes reopened. "Come on, Boss…got to stay awake…You know what the boys are like…the minute you take your eyes of them, they'll be sitting down, having a break…"

Charles didn't reply, finding it more and more difficult to stay focused.

"Hey, how's it going?" Elvis returned, placing a hand on Georgie's shoulder.

She looked up at him. "We need to get him out of here now!"

"Merts on its way…"

"He's not going to last much longer." Georgie warned him, quietly.

"I'll go radio again…" Kingy stood up straight. "Try and move things along."

"Elvis…" Charles reached his hand to him again, groaning in pain at the movement.

Elvis tore his eyes away from Georgie and look down at Charles.

"Azizi…He was the one…"

"I know…"

"He told them…I fucked up."

"No." Elvis shook his head.

"Trusted him…"

"What's going on?!" Georgie hissed.

"It seems Azizi was feeding the Taliban information…" Elvis told her quietly. "That shot that was just fired? Put his gun to his own head… Said he hadn't wanted Charlie to get hurt…"

"Shit…What about the rest of his team?" Georgie questioned. "Can we trust them?"

"I have no idea." Elvis shrugged.

She looked back down at Charles, noticing a change in his breathing. "We really need to get out of here, Elvis…"

"I know."

"Here…Keep pressure on the wound." She gestured for him to take over. "I'm going to check the others …Make sure they're ready to go as soon as they get here…Keep him awake and talking…Call me the second anything changes…"

Elvis nodded and took her place, taking a deep shaky breath.

"I'm sorry…" Charles whispered.

"Don't you go saying that…" Elvis told him. "If you really want to apologize it'll have to wait until your back in the UK and you can say it to your wife and mother for worrying the shit out of them…again."

"Molly…" Charles smiled, his eyes closing again.

"Hey, come on; open your eyes, Charlie!" Elvis shook him gently. "Look at me…"

"Promised…She'd be the last thing…" Charles mumbled, his head starting to roll side to side gently. "I close my eyes and she's here…Molly's here…I can see her…"

"Keep your eyes open and you'll see her real soon back home." Elvis promised him. "And if you want to look at her…"

He used his free hand to reach into Charles' inside pocket, knowing his friend always carried a photo of the two people he loved most in the world.

"Here…look at this." He held a photo up of Molly and Sam and was relieved when Charles opened his eyes again. "You got to get back to them, mate….just hang in there for a little longer…"

Elvis realized that he held two photos. He pulled them apart expecting to see another photo of Molly or Sam but what he saw felt like a punch to his heart. He looked back down and met his friend's scared, regretful eyes.

Elvis stared at the ultra sound picture, spotting Molly's name at the top…the date recorded just before Charles came on tour.

"Elvis!" Georgie shouted over to him as she moved from the injured ANA solider to Rab and Maisy. "I can't hear you two…You gotta keep him awake!"

"Promise me…" Charles whispered; surprising Elvis by gripping onto the hand that was covering the wound. "Be there for them…"

Elvis shook his head; this was not happening…he was not losing his best friend like this. He knew something had been on Charles' mind…He hadn't seemed himself and now he knew why. He knew his friend regretted missing out so much on Sam growing up. If he was going to be a father again then it started to make sense that he doubted his career in the army.

"Charlie…" Elvis struggled to find the words.

"Was going to tell you…when….we… got…home…." His breathing got shorter between each word then he called out in pain as tears slipped from his eyes.

"You're not doing this, Charlie!" Elvis told him. "I'm not letting you go like this…"

"Tell them I love them..." Charles pleaded. "I was thinking of them…"

"No!" Elvis shouted. "Georgie!"

"What's happening?" She was back by their side in a flash, her finger immediately moving to take Charles' pulse which was getting weaker.

"You need to do something!" Elvis begged her. "You need to help him…"

She shot him a look but didn't say anything. She knew he was scared and she also knew there was not much else she could do for the boss unless they got to hospital soon.

"Here, let me…" She pushed his hands away and applied fresh bandages to the wound before pressing down firmly. She winced sympathetically when he cried out loudly. "Sorry boss."

"I'm not doing your dirty work for you, Charlie…" Elvis was now knelt on the floor beside him, one hand still holding the photographs, the other gripping onto Charles' collar. "You hear me? I am not going home and telling my daughter that her favourite Uncle is never coming over to play with her again…and Molly doesn't want me looking out for her… and you're Sam's hero…You really going to let him down like this?"

"Stop…" Charles choked out a sob.

"I know you wish you were there more for him but you were there when it mattered…You're not the kind of father to abandon his kids… I know you're not…Don't you dare start now!"

"Elvis…" Georgie whispered; she knew he was trying to keep him awake but wasn't sure this way was helping either of them.

"Remember when you first met Laura… You said you wanted a little girl… and this could be her." Elvis held the ultrasound up in front of Charles' face. "This could be your baby girl… Sam's little sister…And you're going to be in so much trouble, you'll drive Molly crazy because she'll have you wrapped around her little finger…"

More tears rolled down Charles' face. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

Georgie had to look away and as she turned her head, she saw Maisy and Rab watching in horror while the other members of section 2 hovered by the door.

"Where the hell is that chopper?!" She asked, her voice cracking with emotion when she saw Kingy pushing past Fingers and Brains.

"There's a sandstorm…" Kingy replied, stuttering a little. "It's causing problems…"

"He doesn't have time for that!" She exclaimed.

"No! Charlie!"

Georgie spun back around when she heard Elvis cry out and saw Charles' eyes closed, his head rolled to the side.

"Shit!" She felt for a pulse and prayed to find one but she couldn't. "Shit! Malik, bag him!"

The ANA medic had been watching silently but stepped forward immediately when asked.

"Charlie! Come on, stop messing around!" Elvis shook him as Georgie started chest compressions.

"Elvis, get out the way!" She ordered.

"You've got to save him, Georgie!"

"Someone get him out of here!" She glanced back at the others before concentrating on her patient. She was going to try her hardest to save her boss but it wasn't looking good and she wasn't sure Elvis could handle watching him die.

He resisted to start with when Kingy started to pull him out of the shelter but once he outside, all the fight drained out of him. He leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sat on the floor.

He uncurled his hand and looked at the photos again…

Molly, Sam and an unborn child who may never meet their father…

What were any of them going to do without him?

TBC

Next up…Molly.

Thanks for reading, please review and let me know what you think!