Molly had been back in Bath for several days. The house had been cold and empty. Charles had moved back in his parents. For molly it felt odd being in the house with out him, especially considering he was in the country not on a tour and knowing he was only a few miles up the road was tough.

Last thing at night and first thing in the morning was worst. The house was noisy with silence. She was used to Sam rushing around at a million miles a hour or Charles soft snores next to her. The house felt colder even though it was warm outside.

Molly was heading in to Bath. She was meeting Charles at a little Italian restaurant by Royal Victoria Park. It as a small and intermate place that was independent. When she arrived he was already sat at a table waiting.

"hello" she smiled

"molly" he stood unsure on weather to hug her or shake her hand. "you came" he smiled

"yeah well I washed my hair yesterday" she grinned jokingly sitting down. "you standing there all night" she asked when he didn't sit.

Looking through the menu molly was thankful that the food wasn't poncy or posh and she managed to find something she really liked.

"molly I wanted to apologise, I am so sorry" he looked at her.

"you really hurt me" molly looked down at the table

"I know I never set out to hurt you"

"so why did you do it" she looked up at him anger rising in her.

"I don't know. I couldn't think straight and we were apart for so long. I don't just mean different continents but we were drifting apart not talking properly..."

"I tried talking to you. When you came home after Nepal you wouldn't talk I had to find out about afghan from the lads and what Azizi did from them. About Elvis from someone else. I wanted to help but you just shut me out. I couldn't take it anymore..." tears forming in her eyes. He reached over taking her hand in his. This time she didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to make this right .." he brushed his thumb across the back of her hand.

Turning away she couldn't face him. He was apologising saying sorry and trying to make amends and she had possibly ended his career. She had to tell him

"Charles.. don't hate me..."

"molly?"

"I reported Georgie to Major Beck..." she hung her head unable to look him in the eye.

"What! Why would you do that?"

Looking up she looked him in the eye.

"I had to. She put your life and the lives of people I love at risk. She was reckless and she failed to take notice of your PTSD. And I was angry I hate her for what she did she was my friend..."

" this is bad molly. This can end careers"

"don't you think I know that. This was hard especially as it could impact you but I had to. Twice you almost died because of her. Twice I had the worst call of my life because of her and twice I sat by your bedside praying you would pull through because of her. Do you know how it feels. I felt helpless waiting for you to wake up." Tears rolling down her cheeks. Reminded of the painful events when she received the call saying that he had been wounded whilst on a training mission in Belize and was missing. Then once they had found him he had a raging infection that was hours away from spreading in to the bone of the leg that was already compromised from when he was shot in afghan on the first tour. Then again when he threw himself off the cliff in Bangladesh. He could have paralyzed himself or worse killed himself.

After they had eaten they walked round the Victoria park. It felt like old times like nothing had happened. The park was busy with children running round feeding the ducks.

"molly..."

"I have forgiven you if that's what you were going to say. But I don't know if I can trust you."

" I love you Molly James and I will do anything to earn your trust back" he held her hand looking at her.

Pulling away she turned to him sitting on the bench they were stood at.

" Its not just trust Charles, you hurt me. I want to love you but it hurts. You betrayed me and with someone I called a friend."

"I know. If I could go back I …"

"you would what you cant say things like that it means nothing you cant change the past. You would still have PTSD and until you sort that out then..."

Molly returned home alone. The house felt slightly warmer since she met with Charles. It was still quiet and cold but after agreed to take things slow and try to sort things out. It was going to be rocky and they were far from being back together but they were on the right track.

okay sorry that this chapter seems a little rushed but I really didn't know where I wanted to take it and I really lost my motivation on this one. so have decided to end it here. I am hoping to write a new fic soon just trying to think of new ideas and get the wording write. love Duckmadgirl xx