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Some lovely reviews again. Thank you. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.

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7/7Thanks so much for all the reviews! Due to lack of interest (not unsurprisingly because it is a rather horrible depressing story) I am not writing anymore. Thanks as always for reading and maybe one day I will be back to write for Our Girl (If there is a series 2!) Bye for now :)

EDIT: See notes below.

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HAPPY EVER AFTER

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The office was bright. Brighter than he imagined a therapists office to be like. Charles sat there in his chair dressed in his smart army uniform with his medals pinned on show, his hair was combed and he was looking directly at the female therapist behind the desk. She had the right arm of her specs in her mouth and she was listening with interest.

"so you think you failed your entire platoon?"

Charles nodded, "I do...I did...I failed them all, I was supposed to be heading them, leading them, and it was me who led them into untold danger..."

"But you weren't to know the danger you were all in...how could you...as you have said, you were shot at by an enemy in disguise"

"Even so, with due respect, I should have known. I usually have a pure gut instinct for this kind of thing...it's my forte...this is what I do...and as the officer, I should be there looking ahead...making sure I am not leading my platoon into direct peril..."

The therapist closely watched him, she knew there was more to what he was trying to say, "and..."

Captain James looked up and met her eye line, "...I believe, no...I KNOW...my instincts were clouded...I wasn't fully in control...my mind should have been directly on the situation at hand, but it wasn't, I was thinking about something else..."

The therapist leaned forward, "Oh? So you are telling me that your mind was not fully on the task in hand...that you were...what? Distracted? By what...?"

Charles swallowed and broke eye contact.

She raised her eyebrows, "...or should that be...by whom?"

Charles opened his mouth to talk, but closed it again and gave her a nervous kind of smile.

"Captain James...whatever you tell me will go no further...what you tell me is strictly confidential, I am only here to help you"

Charles looked up to her again and then cleared his throat, "...there was someone on my mind...the medic...female...someone whom I have great growing affection for..."

"She..this medic...was on tour with you?"

"Yes...she was part of my section...my platoon, my team...she was someone who I was responsible for..."

The therapist rubbed her chin as she leaned back in the chair, "Is this the medic that saved you? If it wasn't for her prompt actions, you wouldn't have stood a chance"

He smiled back at her as he looked towards the window beside him, "I wish that she never saved me...and I feel really bad about thinking that, because what she did was incredibly brave...it was her who killed the man who shot me...she risked her life...yes, it's her job, it's what she is paid to do, but I was lying there worrying over her wanting her to keep down, keep low..."

The therapist didn't interrupt.

"...all I could think about as I lost consciousness, was how am I going to protect her now? How was I going to keep her out of harms way from those who wanted her dead..."

"Captain James, are you saying your were in love with somebody whom holds a lower rank than you?"

He was brutally honest, "Yes...and I know it goes against all Army regulations...I am armed forced to the core...Army regulations are my first and foremost...but then...it was like she put a spell on me...there was something about her..."

"But you blame her? You said that you wished you were dead...but she saved you"

"She did! When I woke up in that hospital having been told by the medical staff that I died more than 3 times, I was so relieved that I was still alive...when I saw that she was so worried about me, I could have cried tears of happiness because I realised she still felt the same way about me...that she had changed after flying back to the UK...but then..."

He looked sad.

"...then, I found out the true extent of the damage to my body...the third bullet hit the side of my slower spine and it paralysed me from the waist down...that was it...my world fell apart...everything I know was alien to me...I was just this...entity, trapped on a bed...that's when I thought about her saving me...I wish she didn't...I couldn't bear to even start to comprehend a life in a wheelchair..."

"Are you two...are you together now"

He shrugged, "Not in the real sense...it's too soon for me to look too far into the future...that's not fair for me, and more importantly for her..."

The therapist nodded, "Only you can decide that...we make our own futures in this world...and whether that it with her or on your own, you are the only one who should decide that..."

He blew out a laugh, "I wish life was easier...my life was simple before, living out of the bag and thinking about where the next tour would take me..."

"You have a lot to think about..."

"Yeah...I do..."

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Molly was waiting out in the sunshine. It was warm, but the late August sun was starting to change the colour of the leaves on the trees around the green park around her. She was sat on the grass and through her shades, she saw Charles leaving the entrance of the hospital.

Charles had refused point blank range for an electric chair, he wanted a manual one to keep his upper body in fine trim.

She stood up and smiled at him as he came towards her on the pathway, "So...how did it go, did it help?"

He stopped and pulled a shrug at her, "she let me vent out and I did...then I just spoke about what happened on tour"

"Ohhh a she was she?", Molly laughed.

Charles laughed with her, "Yeah...she was nice, but I don't know if I'd want to get onto the wrong side of her"

Molly sighed, "So what now? Do you want to go out for lunch somewhere?"

He shook his head, "I want to get out of this uniform, I'm roasting my fucking arse off sitting here"

Molly teased him, "I can help you out of that uniform if you want me to, boss"

He looked up at her and their eyes held for a few seconds, before Molly gasped, "I've been desperate to kiss you since we last kissed..."

"That seems like a lifetime a go"

"It was...but I still want to kiss you"

He sniffed back and looked up at her, "What are you thinking, Dawes?"

She bit her lips looking around her, then she removed her shades and smiled at him with a cheeky undercurrent, "'Ave you ever spent the night in a Travelodge, boss?"

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Molly shoved the key in the lock and she pushed open the hotel room door, she led the way in, and put the key onto the side and turned around.

Charles licked his lips as he wheeled in and looked up at her with a hint of a smile, "So...you've successfully managed to lure me back to your lair, then..."

She went over and pushed the door shut then she nodded round the room, "this is a nice room, init"

"Fuck the room, Dawes", said Charles as he wheeled himself next to the bed, she followed him inside and closed the curtains.

She turned feeling like this was her first time. She cleared her throat, "Do you need me to..."

Captain James shook his head, and managed to get himself out of the chair and onto the bed, he removed his beral from his head and chucked it onto the side and looked over at her, there was lust in his eyes.

"You're keen...", she smiled, and went to lay beside him.

He turned and rested his head on his elbow looking down at her, he stroked her face and smiled at her, "do you know what you are doing? I mean...", he hesitated.

Molly shook her head, "Yeah...and I want to, I really want you to"

He rubbed his thumb over her lips and down her cheek, then he lowered his mouth to hers and he kissed her gently. She responded with his hand slowly caressing her neck.

He pulled away, their gaze locked into one another, "there'll be difficult times ahead, Dawesy...not everybody will accept us being together if we go down this path"

She looked up at him, his brown eyes were so alluring. They captured her heart because it was beating so fast as she became lost in them.

"then all we can do is face it together then...two against the worlds better than one my granddad used to say"

He smiled at her and they kissed again, starting something that both knew could split their worlds in two, but also that felt very strangely right.

...end...

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Edit: I apologise for the strange upload error, I think it happened before and have had to re-upload using another laptop.

I didn't notice 'till about an hour ago because I've been out. Hope it was worth the wait, and not some big disappointment.