Ok, so the last 4 chapters have had a pretty amazing response, especially for my first ever fanfic. Anyway I really wanted to carry on with the story but I was starting to bore myself a little bit. This is actually my second attempt at writing this chapter, which is why it's taken so long for me to update. I think it's going to be a bit of a bridging chapter though. Still please R&R.

Molly's POV

It had been ages since the day she'd met Charles' family. A lot had happened in the time between then and now. She'd taken a short 3 month tour in Afghanistan training young medics. She'd enjoyed it but it hadn't been the same without 2 section there to piss her off. Jackie and most of the other medics she'd met the first time weren't there either. It didn't matter now though anyway, she was on the plane that would take her back to Brize Norton, back home, back to Charles.

When the plane touched down Molly and everyone else the plane picked up their kit and disembarked from the plane. It was a clod windy day and the air stung her skin, which had become slightly tanned from being in the desert for so long. The group of soldiers walked through the large automatic doors and into a corridor which would lead them out to the welcome lounge where their families would be waiting.

It took less than 5 seconds for her to spot him across the room. He stood there in his civvie clothes with his hands on his hips, his eyes searching for her amongst the crowd of army personal. She dodged her way through the crowd headed towards him. When she finally reached him she flung her arms round his neck, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. The couple didn't say a word to each other, but he silently picked up her kit and led her out to the car.

It didn't take long to get back to his family's house in Bath, his parents were away on a cruise so he had the house to himself. Molly walked behind him carrying her kit as he unlocked the front door. The minute they were in the hallway the door was slammed shut, her kit dropped to the floor and Charles had her pressed against the wall. Molly wrapped her arms round his neck and pulled him even closer, she pressed her lips to his and electricity passed between them. It took all of 3 minutes for Charles to lift her up and stumble up the stairs to the bedroom, where they stayed for the rest of the day wrapped in each other's limbs.

She'd missed him so much and felt so good to be back with him, she didn't want to let him go ever. In the morning the couple drove down to Newham to see her family. They spent the next 2 days in Newham. Molly was shocked by all the changes. Not only to the city, but also to her family. But the biggest shock of all was the house. It was actually clean. She also noticed they'd had some building work done.

"Ay Mum, what happened to the house?"

"Oh we wanted some more space ya know. So ya Dad went to the council, asked bout changing it. They said we could do wha ever we want, long as we pay for it. Couldn't use benefits or nowt."

"So what did ya actually do?"

"We made the attic into a bedroom. Knocked through all the bedrooms an re built the walls. They're bigger now, so ya kids got more space."

"Oh, I like it."

"Good"

Molly and Charles want back to Bath after a while. Molly wanted to be able to enjoy the quiet that came with being there. They did absolutely nothing productive with their time. Although they did manage to watch every single episode of Waterloo Road, which Molly considered to be a good use of time, Charles on the other hand disagreed. They saw Sam a couple of times. Molly was glad she had managed to get along with Sam, she could see the way it made Charles so happy to see them having fun, even if it did mean he was subject to their constant pranks.

It was 11:30pm when everything changed. They had been snuggled up asleep in Charles' bed, when the phone rang, it broke through the silence like a knife through butter. It was Charles who eventually rolled over and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, could I speak to Private Dawes please?"

"Sure." Charles said as he rolled over to hand Molly the phone, she was lying there eyes wide open listening to Charles. He passed the phone to her and mouthed "army" before he rolled over again and climbed out of bed, leaving the room so she could answer the phone call.

"Hello, Private Dawes speaking." She said as professionally as she could when she was still half asleep.

"Hello Dawes. This is Major Black. I'm sorry to disturb you this late at night but we require a replacement medic in Afghan. Would you be happy to complete a 5 month tour? I know you haven't been on leave long, so of course I understand if you don't want to."

"Can I get back to you Sir?"

"Ok Dawes, but I do need to know by tomorrow."

"Thank you Sir." She said before hanging up. She went downstairs and found Charles in the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand. She walked over and sat on one of the breakfast stools.

"They want me to go on a 5 month tour." She said quietly, glancing up at him.

"When?"

"I don't know, it must be soon because he asked me to give him a definite answer by tomorrow."

"Do you want to go?"

"I don't know, I only just got back."

"Sleep on it?"

"Yeah."

With that the couple made their way up the stairs. Deep down inside they both already knew the answer. Molly would go back to Afghan. Of course she would, it was where she was at her best and they both knew that.

As morning came Molly was reluctant to open her eyes. The light in the room was harsh and she was so comfortable lying there with her head on Charles' chest.

"I think I want to go." She said quietly, her eyes still closed.

"I knew you would." Charles replied just as quietly.

"Do you mind?" She opened her eyes and looked questioningly at him.

"How can I? I'd probably go if it was me they asked. Anyway you need to be brilliant, remember?

Molly chuckled slightly. She sat up slowly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She reached for the phone which she had left on the bedside table. She fumbled around not looking at what she was doing. Lifting her hand up to try further over she leant sideways slightly. Of course she knew the minute that she put her hand down and completely missed the table, that she would fall. Losing her balance she fell off the side of the bed taking most of the duvet down with her. She lay there covered in the king size duvet, she heard Charles laughing as he crawled across the bed to look at her lying on the floor.

"Seriously Dawesy, this time you weren't even trying to mock." He chucked staring at his girlfriend lying in a heap on the floor, her hair had gone everywhere and she was completely swamped by the duvet. He thought that she looked stunning, but she was giving him a very evil glare so he stopped.

Eventually she managed to untangle herself from the duvet, and now fully awake she found the phone lying on the floor next to the tangled up duvet. She dialled the number for the Med Regiments main HQ. After two rings the phone was answered.

"Medical Regiment, how can we help."

"Private Molly Dawes of the 4th Med Regiment, I'd like to talk to Major Black please."

The hold tune began to play as her call was forwarded to Major Black's office. It didn't take long for Major Black to answer.

"Private Dawes, I assume you have an answer for me."

"Yes Sir I do. I've decided to go on the tour."

"Good to hear Private. Report to Brize Norton at 0900 hours tomorrow. You will ship out to Camp Bastion and then be moved to your FOB from there. Any questions?"

"No Sir, thank you sir."

"Good luck Dawes."

The phone call ended and Molly turned to Charles who was still lying on the bed. She saw a slightly sad look in his eyes, like he was looking at her for the last time. She shook the thoughts from her head and stood up.

"Right ya big cockwomble, I've got a day to do whatever I like," She paused looking at him, "And I have no fucking idea of what to do."

"Well then Dawsey, you better get thinking."

"Hmmmm, I've got it." She said smirking.

"What?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Get dressed." She ordered as she headed for the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" He shouted after her.

"Wimpy." She shouted back.

"You're kidding right? You've got one day to do whatever and you want to go to a fucking Wimpy."

"Shut up ya wanker, Wimpy is well buff."

"Remember that dictionary I got you?"

"Yeah."

"Is buff in there?"

"Well no but reem is, so Wimpy is well reem."

"I give up. I actually fucking give up."

Molly laughed at the exasperated tone in his voice as she brushed her teeth. 15 minutes later the couple were dressed and finishing a coffee downstairs. When they had finished Molly stood up put her mug in the dishwasher and mumbled something about finding shoes.

Charles' POV

He'd been watching Molly so carefully all morning. Drinking in her actions and looks trying desperately to commit it all to memory, preparing himself for the next 5 months when he wouldn't have his Molly here to cheer him up or to call him a muppet. He didn't particularly want to go to Wimpy in fact he'd been kind of disappointed when she'd suggested it. But neither the less he didn't complain.

When Molly came back wearing her coat and shoes, he rose from his seat and walking down the hall grabbed his keys, coat and slipped his shoes on. They left the house and climbed in the car.

"Where to?" He asked.

"Newham." She said simply.

During the car journey they didn't talk much. Charles kept glancing to his left to watch her. They'd just turned onto the estate where Molly's family lived and were passing the high school.

"Pull over by that bunch of kids." Molly instructed him. He was slightly surprised by the request but he did as he was told. Molly pressed the button to unwind the window and then leant out slightly.

"Oh, ya is so busted Bella." Molly said her London accent became very prominent. Charles looked out the window to see the person Molly was talking to, it was her sister.

"Oh come on Mols, ya did worse when ya was my age."

"True but that's not the point."

"Don't tell Mum yeah?"

"Sure sure, just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Cool free reign. Catch ya later Mol."

Molly waved to her sister as Charles pulled away. 5 minutes later they pulled up in a space near her house. They climbed the stairs which Charles released actually seemed to smell worse every time he was there. They walked along the path and Molly opened the door.

Charles saw Belinda appear at the kitchen doorway. Behind her he could see Molly's Nan, along with some of Molly's old friends. I took him a while but he finally remembered their names: Molly referred to them as Proud Mary, Sharon and Mrs Sharon (although he called her bus lady and her real name was actually Tracey). They went into the kitchen and Belinda gave them both a cuppa. He listened quietly to Molly explaining to them that she was going back to Afghan. Her Mum took her out the room and he was left alone with her Nan, and friends.

"So what are ya gonna do while she's gone." Molly's Nan asked him.

"Back to Catterick, training newbies." He said the boredom in his voice was evident.

"Not going back with her then."

"No, I resigned my active duty commission after the Badrai situation."

"So ya training them instead."

"Yeah, it's not technically active duty. Plus they wouldn't accept my full resignation. Which I'm sort of pleased with, I didn't really want to quit."

Molly and Belinda came back in, Belinda looked as though she had been crying but she was trying to put on a brave front.

"So me and Charles might gonna go down Wimpy, wanna come?"

Everyone nodded, so the group piled into various cars. Somehow the bus lady ended up in his car. Which Molly found hilarious. They drove down the high street to the Wimpy on the other side of town. When they arrived they discovered that at another table was Dave and a couple of his mates. In the end the two groups joined together and Charles ended up between Molly and Dave. They ordered some drinks and began chatting, reminiscing about the last couple of months. Charles retold the story of Molly falling out of bed that morning. Everyone laughed except Molly who just turned a very bright shade of pink. About two hours later they all left and went their separate ways. Molly and Belinda had a very tearful goodbye.

By 7pm that night her kit was packed and sat ready and waiting by the front door. Charles had cooked up a tai curry, which had become one of Molly's favourites. They enjoyed the meal with a glass of wine before heading up to bed for what would be their last night together for the next 5 months. Charles lay in the bed long after Molly had fallen asleep, his arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders as if she would slip away if he let go.

The next morning Charles drove Molly to Brize Norton, he insisted on walking her in. He held her tightly, kissed her head and whispered:

"Come back to me."

Molly sighed and dropped her head into his chest before she whispered:

"I will."

His last memory of her for the next 5 months would be watching her walking through the doors her kit on her back, turning round for a second to wave before she turned back and jogged towards the plane that would carry her back to the war.

Ok well that's it, I actually have some good ideas for the next chapter so hopefully, college work permitting, that will go up soon. xem98x