DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'Our Girl' or it's characters.

Decided to continue...Molly's just finishing a tour here and things might get a bit dark for her.

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CAMP BASTIAN

"this really is just a scratch you know, you really didn't 'ave to come in here"

Molly said this as she packed up her stuff on the side of the medical tent. Her patient, soldier Dean Baylis looked at her darkly, "I just wanted a better look at the view, Dawes"

Molly turned around and frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

Baylis stood up and pulled his shirt back on, he smiled as he did so, "In another life I couldn't have been your Captain, Dawes"

Molly clipped up her case and made for the exit, he grabbed her arm tightly, "You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"

Molly shook him off, "Get off me! Who do you fink you are grabbing me like that?"

Baylis didn't flinch once, "Oh what would be the fun by telling you"

Molly saw a mate of hers stroll over from the late afternoon sunshine, Baylis and he glared at each other and he was away across the dust. Molly looked at the other bloke, Phillips.

"alright, Phillips, I 'eard you were comin' but I didn't know it was today though"

Ryan Phillips laughed, "Nor did I...the orders above are they want a quick clear out in the next few days"

Molly blew out a laugh, "that's a shame, I've really enjoyed this tour...I've really been able to get really stuck in this time"

Phillips walked with her up towards the communal area, "What did he want? Baylis", he nodded towards him as they approached the others at the communal area.

"Who him? He's got a real chip on his shoulder 'bout somefink...dont fink he likes me much"

"You getting all close and personal with Captain James hasn't helped..."

Molly didn't like her private life getting in the way of her job in hand, "What's that gotta do with him!"

Phillips paused and turned, "Baylis and him don't get on...I was there and saw it all...your Captain gave him a right rollicking over somthing...don't know what about...but Captain James gave him all the shit jobs..."

Molly looked over towards Baylis who saluted her with a sneery grin.

"See...he knows Dawes...this is just another way to wind your man up..."

Molly blew out a laugh, "you fink I'm scared of him...I take no shit mate...you know that"

"Just be careful Dawes...

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At Muster, Molly collected her meal and went and sat down. As she was about to tuck in, Baylis was sitting opposite her.

Molly screwed her face up, "what is your problem"

Baylis gave her a puzzled frown, "I've got no problem with you Dawes, why would I...you patched me up after that sniper shot"

Molly rolled her eyes at him, "It was nuffink but a scratch, you'll live"

Bayliss leaned in forward, "I've been meaning to ask you Dawes...hows that man of yours...I served under him a couple of times, did you know..."

Molly nodded, "He's a good Captain...you can rely on him"

He shrugged, "yeah...I suppose he is...it's just a pity he has his head stuck up his arse"

Molly didn't bite, but it was hard not to.

"What's he up to lately...last I heard he got shot out here last year...apparently was at death's door for a while..."

Molly shrugged, "He's doing fine Baylis...I'll mention ya to him when I get back"

Baylis stood up and looked at her darkly, "You do that Dawes..."

Baylis walked off, Molly couldn't help but shudder at his exit, Ryan Phillips then dropped into the seat beside her.

"You okay"

"Yeah...fine...as I said, he dont worry me...I'm a tuff gal me"

Phillips nodded, "Good to 'ere"

Molly laughed and then caught Baylis' eye, he was just staring back at her like he really had it in for her or something, she shuddered again and put her back to him.

She really had enjoyed this tour...pity someone had to mar that on the last few days.

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