A/N - Once again, my apologies for taking so long to update this. Thank you for sticking with me and thank you to Debbie for encouraging me to keep going through writers block and intense self doubt when it comes to my writing. I hope you enjoy x

-OG-

I knew this was a bad idea before I even set foot into our temporary home with The Harte's. They fuss and take care of him in a way that should be down to me but isn't. I know he's uncomfortable with the attention but he otherwise seems happy here. So here is where we will stay.

I've really had to suck it and put my big girl pants on. Not only are there reminders of Elvis everywhere I flammin' look but Olivia has taken it upon herself to make my life as miserable as possible. Sly digs here and there, and any excuse to make me look bad, she'll find it. Charles' recovery is all that keeps me going.

The more I watch him struggle to move and do simple tasks on that bloody leg, I realise that they were right and I was wrong. He never would have managed in my pokey bedroom.

It's also feels very much them and me. I'm lonely here.

It's them who get the sunny Charles but it's me who sees his frustrations more and more often these days. It's them seem to make him laugh and me who seems to say the wrong things.

"Here let me help you" I offer as he struggles to balance on one leg and do the simple task of dress himself thanks to his still tender body.

"I can do it" he says and plants a gentle kiss on the end of my nose. "Stop worrying so much"

I know he can do it, it just hurts me to watch him struggle. It's not in my nature not to help him or anyone else for that matter if they need it and to be honest it was more for my benefit than his. I just want to connect with him.

He moves shakily on his crutches, mumbling about his "fucking leg" as he goes. The 'fucking leg' that is a cause of great concern for self promoted wannabe doctor Olivia. Once again I'm stood on the side lines as her hand finds its way to the small of his back as he moves towards the kitchen, allowing her to help but not me.

"I'm concerned with the lack of mobility. Maybe we should get you back to the doctor"

Maybe she should just fuck of back to barracks and leave it to his actual girlfriend or better still, actual doctors to help make those kinds of decisions.

"Go easy" she says in her most gentle and seductive voice with her tits pushed up to her chin and giggling in his face "Pick your weight up off the leg. We don't want you over doing it" He does as instructed without biting her head off or warning her that she worries too much. Bitch.

I've noticed her dresses are shorter and tighter. And honestly I can't compete with her in the bod department. She's tall, tanned and lean. Army fit. And well I'm just me. Bit on the small side, never seen the inside side of a gym and my thighs are a bit wobbly. But he's never kissed the inside of her non existent wobbly thighs like he has mine, so I've always got that.

I'm most of the way through making him the pancakes he'd been craving the night before when Dr Big Tit's presents him with her efforts of some protein shit shake and healthy goodness to shit all over my unhealthy breakfast.

"The better you eat, the quicker you'll heal" she says, shooting me one of her shitty looks. I'm sure she'd flip me the middle finger if she thought she'd get away with it.

Charles also gives me a look, but a more apologetic one than hers but the kindness and apologetic look on his face just aren't enough. Not today anyway.

"I'm going out" I announce far more aggressively than I intend but fuck it, he needs to know she's pissing me off. He rises to his feet to stop me and I regret knocking him unsteady during my dramatic exit but Dr Big Tits will sort him out I'm sure. I need to get out of here. Clear my head and that before I explode.

There's only one place I want to be when my heads all over the place and that our bench. Mine and Elvis's.

Despite living in his family home, I've never felt further away from him than I do now. For the first time in a while, my heart aches for him as I wonder what he'd make of this. How would he deal with his twat of a sister?

-OG-

"I thought I'd find you here"

I've never been so pleased to hear Jackie's voice and the frustrations of the recent weeks start leaking from my eyeballs before she's even parked her arse next to me.

"Charles texted. Thought you might need a friend"

Charles is right. I do need a friend.. and several bottles of wine.

She pulls me into a hug "What you crying for soppy mare?"

"I'm just really bloody happy to see you Jac!"

-OG-

Several jäger bombs and a bucket of wine later and things seem to have escalated a bit.

"I bet you my favourites tea bags, you can't drink that as quick as me" I challenge Bones before picking up his pint and downing it best I could. I think he's impressed.

"Beat that" I smirk, on shakey drunk legs.

He's utterly miffed. Either at my newly found pint drinking skills or maybe because I drank his pint better then he could but either way, he ain't impressed.

"What you doing here? Thought you'd be wet nursing Charlie for the forseable?"

My most exaggerated, fake laugh fills the air around us. It's a bit awkward isn't it?

"He.. old Charlie boy, has his very own live in "wet nurse" in Olivia Fucking Harte. Tits out to 'ere and legs up to 'ere and gob the size of the Grand Canyon. Bets that's not all that's big either. Anyway, I'm surplus to requirements"

"I could think of a lot of uses for you right now Dawes, but on this occasion I'll give you some good advice rather than use this situation to my advantage... go home to your fella. Forget Olivia and her tits, as magnificent as they are. It's you he needs."

He's right! He knows it, I know it. Jac would know it too if she was compos mentis but still I'm knocking back wine like it's going out of fashion with absolutely no intention of moving anytime soon.

"Why you saying this? I thought you liked me?"

Bones smirks at me and it tells me everything I need to know.

"Indeed I do Dawsey, but I'm not about to play second fiddle to Charles. And besides, now you've got me thinking of Olivia Harte" he winks at me and I don't fully appreciate the joke but I'll let him have it. He's a good bloke who knows he stands no chance against my Charles.

I feel him before I see him. My body instantly responding to his presence and it takes everything I have no jump on him there and then. I don't want to be mad with him, I just want to love him and she's making that difficult.

"Molly?" He says with such concern that I start to melt. "Talk to me?" He says gently whilst placing a hand on my cheek. God I've missed his touch.

"I just want to get us back Charles"

He pulls my face towards his to plant his soft lips on mine and I feel safe again... just like that everything feels okay, even if it was just for a minute.

I'm not sure if it was her pushed up chest or the impatient way she jingles her car keys that caught my attention but it would appear that the problem has followed him here.

"I don't believe it" I shout and possibly follow with a hiccup. He brought her here whilst trying it to save our relationship.

"Listen Molly, I couldn't get here otherwise. I needed to know your were safe.. I need to know if we're okay?"

"We're far from okay Charles, even further now that's she's here too. What is it with you two? You attached at the bleedin' hip or somethin'?"

He looks tired and is clearly in pain but remains patient with me.

"I know it's difficult but I've worked so hard to get my career back on track. I need all the help I can get to fix this and she knows her stuff. Please trust me."

"I don't trust her and you know it. She's got feeling for you and your too stupid to see it"

I knock back a shot that's not even mine to dull the ache in my heart but it doesn't work and neither do his words.

"I'm giving you the space to do what you need to do. But I'm not going back there. I'm going home."

And I pick up my bag and before I know it I'm walking away again. Like I always do when I need to protect my heart. I just didn't think I'd need to protect it from him again.

He slumps down in my seat and it would appear that our Jacs was all ears throughout that shit show.

"The fact that you've shown up here with the problem in tow shows just how out of touch you are Charles. Give her some space. Let her blow off some steam. She will come back to you." Jac always was better at wording things than me.

He opens his mouth but words don't come.

Me mum always said she reared fighters - Strong girls because we had to be where I come from. I was strong until I fell in love. Now once again I'm close to admitting defeat and giving in.

"I see she found her way back to old friends" Olivia says coolly. This was the moment she'd been waiting for.

"Her and Jackie have been friends for a long time. I'm glad she has her because clearly I'm failing"

She rubs his back as she delivers the blow that she knows will hurt him the most.

"Oh I didn't mean her, I meant Bones. Her favourite bed partner in your absence"

The look on Jackie face confirmed what he needed to know. I didn't even need to hear the words she said to know what she'd done. I watched his heart break from across the room and there was nothing I could do about it.

-OG-

Olivia is a nasty piece of work isn't she? What would Elvis make of all this?

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