DON'T OWN OUR GIRL-It'S BBC AND ALL THAT SHITE!

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Through the great hall he carried her, until they reached a grand drawing room where he set her down onto the couch.

He stood and looked at her, brushing down his red army jacket with the shiney brass buttons. "are you in pain?"

Molly nodded, "wouldn't you be if you were knocked flying by one of them big motor cars of yours..."

He frowned, "One of mine?", then he realised, "...so it was YOU who was knocked down outside of the gates last night..."

"yeah...I justed wanted to see if you was back"

She winsed and he headed over to the drinks trolley and said, "I'll fetch you a brandy, it might deaden the pain a little"

She watched him uncap the decanter and pour out a brandy into a small glass, then he recapped the decanter and strode back towards her and held it out for her to take, she reached out and took it.

"thanks"

She sipped it and looked about the drawing room, "Blimey it's well posh in here...it's like Buckingham palace aint it"

Charles glanced about him then back at her, the brandy was shaking in her grasp, "drink it up"

She did and he took the glass off her scrutinsing it, "fine crystal...and worth a large fortune..."

She watched him go back to the trolley and place it gently down, he then went to the fireplace, stoked it up with a brass stoker and returned the fire guard, he then reached to the mantel for his slim cigars and lit one and exhaled looking at her.

Molly sat up and put her feet to the fine polished wood floor, "So what was India like then...", she didn't know what else to say because it was one of them awkward silences.

Charles exhaled again and shrugged, "incredibly hot...humid...stuffy...uncomfortable...what would you expect it to be like"

Molly shrugged, "I dunno...like I just said, I've never been there"

Charles' brown eyes locked onto hers, "then why ask"

"Because I'm interested that's all"

"Then don't be...I am quite confidently sure that you will never need to know what it is like over in India, because it is highly unlikely you will ever go..."

Molly swallowed and shrugged, "I don't want to go...sounds boring anyway"

He looked away and took a drag on his cigar, Molly got ready to stand, "your wife...she's ill?"

He looked at her, "how do you know"

Molly blew out a laugh, "the whole village seems to know"

"Then you will be in the position to know that I can never leave her"

Molly stood and shook her head, "Look...I was mad coming here...I should just get to my grubby little life...as worthless as it is"

Charles was flippant,"You said it"

Molly snapped, "god you are so arrogant!"

He raised his eye brows at her as he stubbed out his cigar in the silver ash tray on the mantel, "Is that why you 'love' me"

Molly swallowed down and then made to go, "I'll leave by the back door...I know my place"

He sighed and reached out to the door and pushed it shut before she got there. She turned and looked at him.

"What?", she asked.

"I have not excused you...you do not just walk out on your own accord...and there is you saying you know your place...evidently you do not"

Molly looked confused, "why are you doing this?"

"It was YOU who came here...why come here and then just leave without saying what it is what you want"

"I told you", she protested.

He chuckled and shook his head, "No...you have just enlightened me that you love me and wanted to see if I was back...it all seems rather a little spur of the moment to me"

Molly swallowed and came foward, "All right...I'll tell you WHY I am here...I'm trying to escape my life...my horrible horrible life that I'm trapped in...", she looked down and continued, "...I wanted to be a nurse...I WAS a nurse, but now...now I'm just a farmers wife that has dirt underneath her fingernails and who grows old and grey quick because I am always out in all weathers, rain or shine..."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his, "...when I was a girl...I used to read books and there was always a Prince charming or a hero that sweeps the girl off her feet...I wanted that...wished for it to happen to me one day when I grew up...but it never happened...till I met you..."

Charles looked over her as she continued, "...you were there...tall dark and handsome...a big strong man in uniform...a brave soldier who fights for his country..."

He cut her off in mid-flow, "...it's just not done...you and I...it can never be...you know that just as much as I do", he looked down at her, "...I am from here and you are from there...I am up here... you are down there...my family has pretiage and respect, yours are nobodys"

"but you love me...I KNOW you do!"

He chuckled, "what is human emotions got to do with life? To get through life you need status...you need respect and to know your place..."

Molly shook her head, "you being up there with all the glory and me down there in the mud you mean "

"no...that's not what I mean...", she was somewhat surprised because he took her hand in his and looked at her, "...can you imagine what would happen if someone like you and someone like me got together? Can you imagine the scandel...the embarrassment...MY family would not accept you at all...not a social misfit...in their world people like you work FOR them not marry into them"

He looked at her hand like he was inspecting it, "I can see you work hard...VERY hard...you have to make best of your life...sometimes we can NEVER have what we desire...it's just not..."

"...done, I know, you've said", Molly said, she looked to the door, "...all right...I understand what you mean now"

He moved out of the way and allowed her to open the door, she looked back at him and smiled, "...but life is moving forward Captain James...my Nan and Mum are always going on and on about sticking with your class and I've tried to...but life's changing...it's changing fast and one day you will wake up and find out that all THAT don't matter no more..."

She went out into the corridor and turned on her heel, "I just hope that when you do...it's not too late...I LOVE you Charles...and I'll wait for you forever if I can...I just hope it's not when I am old and grey"

And she was gone. Charles turned and looked to his reflection in the mirror . He didn't smile, he just stared at it.

"Hell will freeze over first, girl", he muttered...but he also smiled and went about his business.

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