A/N This chapter has been rated O for Oh my god I can't believe that just happened! For those of you who have never been tortured by my muse before, it is an evil and twisted thing. You have all these chapters of lovely sweet fluffiness to lull you into a false sense of security then suddenly it whams you with both barrels of angst straight between the eyeballs! The muse was perched on the back of the sofa cackling like a deranged crow, so I knew we were in trouble. I would suggest approaching this chapter with extreme caution, possibly from a distance and whilst wearing combat gear. There may be scenes some readers may find upsetting.

Again, huge thanks for all the support guys, your reviews and support are awesome.

Elf xx

Intelligence had suggested a cell operating from an abandoned compound and 2 section had the unenviable task of being the ones to check it out. Unforgiving, the heat of the Kenyan sun beat down upon the lads, their full kit doing nothing to make the experience any more pleasant. So far there was no indication of anything amiss.

'How are you doing with the heat Clarke?' Captain James asked, falling into step beside the medic. He still had one eye on the surrounding plains, but this was an opportunity to reassure the lad.

'All right sir. It's certainly a bit warmer than Sevenoaks.'

'That where you're from?' James asked. 'Your parents still there?'

'Yes sir. House prices are just ridiculous though, you just can't get onto the property ladder.' Clarke said.

James glanced at the private. He felt like he was having a conversation with his dad rather than a nineteen-year-old squaddie. He stifled his amusement.

'We looked at places around London, that's where Molly's from, but they were just way out of our price range.' He said.

'London prices are just through the roof these days. The developers buy them up and price first time buyers out of the market.' Clarke said, parroting his own father, and Charles actually had to look away to suppress a smirk at the young lad's pomposity.

The walked in silence as Clarke desperately tried to think of something to say.

'How is, um, Molly?' The lad said eventually.

'Now you've got him onto his favourite subject!' Fingers was walking behind and couldn't resist the jibe.

'Piss off Fingers or everyone will be thanking you for a five mile run this evening.' Captain James threw back at the Private before once more addressing Clarke. 'She's doing very well actually. Started off where you are, but her first tour was in Afghan, she's been back once already mentoring Afghan medics, and now of course she's with the task force.'

Clarke nodded. 'Everyone seems to have liked her very much.' He said, his tone a little deflated.

Captain James knew exactly what he was thinking. 'She's very likable, although I might be a bit biased…'

'A bit?' Fingers snorted.

James ignored him. 'But she had a rough time when she arrived. The lads didn't like her, hell I didn't like her and she made some spectacular cock ups and I genuinely thought she was a bad apple, but, she proved herself and eventually she became one of the lads, and you will too.'

'Thank you sir.' The medic managed a small smile. 'I hope I can follow in her footsteps.' He said.

There was a snigger from behind. 'Say it Fingers and it'll be a ten mile run.' Captain James said with a warning glance.

Various cries of 'Shut up you bellend' and 'Fingers, for fucks sake' came from the rest of the section and Fingers wisely decided to heed their advice.

'All right darling? Cheer up, it might never happen.' The lad was persistent, Molly had to give him that. From his comments and her put down the very first day he was forever getting in her way and no matter how many times he got knocked back, he didn't seem to take the hint. All she wanted after another long shift was to grab some scoff before crashing in her bunk and yet she had to deal with this wanker… again.

'Look, for the last time. I'm not interested ok?' She pushed past him and moved towards the table where some of the other medics were sitting.

From the NCO table, Lance Corporal Georgie Lane watched the scene thoughtfully as she took a mouthful of her evening meal.

Private Flynn wasn't taking no for an answer. He grabbed Molly's arm. 'C'mon darling, what's the matter, I can help you take your mind off it later if you like.' He made a thrusting motion with his hips.

'You can take your fucking paws off me is what you can do.' Molly said angrily.

The private stepped back, his hands in the air. 'Only being friendly love.' He complained. 'Didn't realise you were a carpet muncher.'

'If you were the only thing on offer I would seriously consider it mate.' She said with fake sweetness. 'But as it goes I've got a top bloke thanks very much, and you don't fancy a bit of scrag end when you've got prime beef at home.'

His mates had now realised a show was on offer and were listening intently to whatever Molly's response would be. They weren't disappointed and howled with laughter.

The squaddie lifted his shirt to reveal, what Molly had to concede, were a fairly decent set of abs. 'You call this scrag end?' He was clearly getting tired of the rejection.

'By comparison, yeah mate, and thats being kind.' She snorted before pushing past him to go and eat.

Private Flynn finally sat down amid all the piss taking, but Georgie noticed he watched Molly a little too intently and too often and the Lance Corporal was getting a very bad feeling about it. She was going to keep an eye on him.

Her meal over, Molly was walking up and down the compound trying desperately to get a signal on her phone. Even if she could get one text out to Charles, and hopefully something back in return, but all she was getting was message send failure. Some unhelpful bastard had moved the truck she'd used previously and there didn't seem to be any others parked in the right place. She moved around the back of the stores tent in the hope that she might be able to get at least one bar. Lifting the phone she squinted at the screen and didn't hear Flynn come up behind her. A hand clamped across her mouth, the other around her waist as she panicked and began to struggle, but the Private was much bigger than her.

'So you think you're too good for me, just coz you're shagging a Rupert?' Flynn growled in her ear as she fought against his iron grip. 'You're just a little prick tease slag like the rest of them that's asking for it. If you're giving it away for free, might as well get me some.'

Molly's eyes opened wide as she tried to fight. Flynn pushed her hard face first against a storage locker trapping her with his body as the hand around her waist fumbled with the button of her combat trousers.

This was not going to happen. Opening her mouth Molly bit down as hard as she could on her attacker's hand.

'Fuck!' He said, pulling the appendage away as blood began to pour from the teeth marks on his fingers. 'You fucking bitch.' He spat, turning her around and holding her by the throat. Molly tried to swallow. 'I ought to make you suck my cock for that!'

She gave a strangled laugh and coughed. 'You just saw what my teeth did to your hand cockwomble!'

The hand around her throat tightened as he lifted her onto her tiptoes, her fingers desperately clawing at his grip. An evil smile appeared on his face as she struggled to breathe. 'Not so gobby now are you?'

With his free hand he unbuttoned his own trousers.

'What the fuck is going on here?' Corporal Kinders, voice cut through the night. Flynn froze. Slowly he released Molly and turned to face the NCO who was accompanied by a murderous Lance Corporal Lane.

'Just a bit of fun boss.' Flynn lied.

Molly bent over rubbing her throat and coughing.

'Private Dawes does not appear to be having a great deal of fun.' Georgie said icily as she moved towards her friend, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Standing up, Molly brushed Georgie gently aside and stood in front of Flynn. 'You fucking nonce!' She spat before headbutting him in the face with so much force that she staggered back. Flynn collapsed like a sack of potatoes, blood pouring from his nose.

Kinders suppressed an impressed smile. 'Are you ok Molly?' He asked, concerned.

'I ain't never been so glad to see you before boss.' She gasped before rubbing her forehead. 'Got a fucking 'eadache now though.'

Molly hopped up on the medical bench, as Georgie handed her an icepack for her forehead.

'I'll need to take some pictures of that, and those marks around your neck.' Georgie said.

Instinctively Molly's hand came up to her throat.

'We'll have to do a Sexual Assault Evidence Kit too.' The Mancunian medic added.

'He didn't get nuffin.' Molly protested.

'No, but he will be charged and they'll need the evidence for the court marshall, regardless of if he got nuffin!' Georgie ended by mimicking a very bad cockney accent.

'What will happen to him?' Molly asked. She hissed as Georgie took the ice pack away to inspect her forehead.

'Shipped back home, MCTC in Colchester, dishonourable discharge and a long and painful prison sentence you'd hope, but it depends on what the Redcaps decide to charge him with.'

'I dunno, perhaps I shouldn't have goaded him, just ignored him maybe?' Molly said.

'No. Look at me.' Georgie said firmly and waited until Molly made eye contact. 'You made it very clear that you were not interested. I saw it and so did a lot of other people. This was not your fault in any way.'

Molly grimaced and looked away. 'I don't want a big fuss.' She complained.

'You don't want him to get away with it?' Lane asked incredulously. 'The next girl he does it to might not be so lucky.'

'There is that.' Molly replied. 'How did you know, you know, what he was gonna do?'

'I didn't, but there was something about the way he was with you. Then the moment you got up, he was out after you so I found the Corp and we tracked you down. We're obviously witnesses so he will be charged anyway but your statement is vital understand?'

Molly nodded. 'Best we crack on and get this kit done then eh? And Georgie?'

The lance corporal looked up as Molly gripped her arm. 'Thanks for having my back.'

Georgie gave a small smile. 'Any time.'

'How is she?' Corporal Kinders asked Georgie as Molly made her way back to her bunk.

'Shook up, bruised, scared, angry, all the things you'd expect her to be.' Georgie said, barely able to keep the anger out of her voice. 'What a fucking arsehole!'

It was rare to hear Georgie swear and Kinders flinched at the sheer venom in her voice.

'We'll give her some compassionate, send her home to regroup.' He said.

Georgie shook her head. 'She won't go. You know what she's like and she'll just be festering. I might just have an idea though?'

Kinders raised his eyebrows in question.

'She was going to roll out the protocols' She said.

'Yes, you were going to do a video podcast to all the sections?' He wasn't sure where this was going.

'I propose that the first presentation be done in person and where better than the section she wrote it for?'

'I don't know Georgie…'

'She'll be busy, she'll be away from here and she'll be with lads she knows and more importantly trusts?' It was unspoken that she would also be with their commanding officer. 'They waited out before and you said yourself no-one had a clue?'

Kinders nodded. 'We might just be able to swing it.' He said, rubbing a hand around his chin. 'And it might help with a very difficult phonecall I have to make.''

Georgie sympathised. 'Good luck with that, much as I'd like to think he'll take it well, rather you than me. He's going to hit the roof.'