Hi! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this, favourite it, follow it, review it, the lot. It is greatly appreciated. Decided I would write more of this fic by using different characters points of views to show the situation. I might not give an outcome to the story (AKA if Captain James survives or not) until we see what happens on Sunday. However, I am tempted to write more fics regarding Captain James assuming that he survives so hopefully they will be started within the next couple of days to help pass the time between now and Sunday. Anyway, enjoy chapter two!

Captain James POV

Molly Dawes. I could hear her voice, her breaking voice.
'I'm an epic fail'
She sounded broken when she said that, when she doubted her own ability as a soldier. I never wanted to hear her like that again, sad and desperate, yet here she was at my bedside wishing for me to wake up, and I couldn't.

"Boss, come back to me" She cried.

What was my problem?

I could feel her hand on mine, her skin hard from war yet comforting against my own. How I wanted to squeeze her hand back, show her that I was here for her, but no matter much I screamed at my hand it refused to move.

I could hear her stuttered breathing, she was crying. How much I just wanted to hug her, tell her I was here, that I was hers, prove how much I love her. I needed to show her that I would protect her, like I did when Sohail pointed to her, telling her that the Taliban wanted her dead.

She was right, love is more powerful than army protocol, but that might be why I die. I should have waited, waited until we were out of danger. I just wanted her to know how much I loved her, so that if I died she knew I was hers. If she has to go on without me, then at least she knows that she was the one for me.

I should be angry with Smurf, what he done was immature and dangerous, but I could have been more careful. If I had just waited, he wouldn't have seen, or if he had it wouldn't have led to both of us being shot, fighting for our lives.

Was he ok? Was he alive? If I am going to die, I hope to hell that he survives, for Molly. She needs someone, finally someone in her life that will love her, care for her, be there for her. If it isn't going to be me, then Smurf is perfect. That boy loves her. I can understand his anger, his heart break, but if that kills both of us then what have we achieved? We have hurt Molly, and that's not something we never wanted to do. We forgot about the mission and prioritised our own love life and look where it has got us! The girl we both love is crying because we were stupid.

I've tried to shout, scream for her, prove that I am still alive in here, but no sound escapes. It is just the sound of my breathing. I sound dead. I feel dead. But I am not yet.

"I will fight for you Molly Dawes. I will fight to survive, to come back to you. I need to see those eyes, that smile, your perfect face. I need to hear that voice, that weird mutation of the English language you have that I cannot resist. It makes you perfect. You are perfect. I need to come back to you, I promise I will fight to come back to you. I am at the junction between life and death and I know where I want to be, I just don't know which turning is correct. I am scared Molly, scared of turning the wrong way and hurting you even more. I hate the idea of you crying now, crying because of me. I shouldn't have kissed you; I should have just stayed professional, waited out. We wouldn't have been in this situation then. I am an epic fail, Molly Dawes, but I promise I will fight to come back to you. I need that god damn coffee."

She can't hear me, but I can hear her, and I will fight for her. I promise you that.