Thank you for the reviews. I find complex characters to be the most engrossing, which is why you will find that many of the characters in this story have added layers and dimensions than on the TV show. I enjoy exploring the hidden depths of each character, which is why this will be a long story. I know it is not a traditional Molly/CJ story thus far, so thank you to those who have stuck with me and have found enjoyment in it. I have not written Bones's POV deliberately for now, as I would like for everyone to discover who he truly is through Molly's POV as this is primarily her story. We will get his POV, but not quite yet.
Chapter 9
Royal Crescent
Bath, United Kingdom
"I spoke to Molly this morning," Emily James disclosed as she helped her mother, Jacqueline, prune her beloved rose bushes. "The poor thing picked up a stomach bug at work, and has not been able to keep a single thing down in 24 hours."
"I hope this does not mean that she is going to miss Andrew's passing out on Friday," Jacqueline worried. "I was so happy to hear that she would be attending."
"It's still two days away, Mum. Hopefully she'll be recovered by then. I know she really wants to be there to support Bones with his speech. She asked me again today if Charles was going to be there. She seems terrified at the prospect of seeing him."
"I hope you assured Molly that Charles will not be there. As much as I had wanted the whole family to be in attendance, I'm relieved that Andrew decided against inviting Charles. While I love my eldest son dearly, I by no means like him right now," Jacqueline revealed.
"I know it's difficult to accept what he did, but you need to remember that he was ill."
"I know Charles had PTSD, Emily, but I'm struggling to understand how much of his behaviour was attributable to the PTSD and how much of it was not. It seems there are many things I am discovering about my son only now."
"I understand, Mum," Emily empathised. "I did speak to Charlie a few days ago, and he seemed more like his old self. He said he's enjoying his time at NATO. He also misses Sammy, but I reminded him that he'll get to see Sammy in six weeks when he joins us in Lake Garda for our annual holiday."
"I hope you had the good sense not to tell him that you had seen Molly recently?" Jacqueline questioned her daughter. It did not surprise Jacqueline that between Andrew and Emily, Emily seemed the most willing of her children to forgive Charles for his transgressions. Emily had hero-worshipped him as a child and with a sixteen-year age gap, Charles had taken every opportunity to dote on his little sister whenever he had been home.
"I wanted to, but decided against it," Emily divulged. "Part of me wishes I had. I hate that Molly thinks that Charles is in a relationship with Georgie."
"I know you do, but it's not our place to interfere," Jacqueline reminded.
"Have you spoken to Charlie since Andrew was last home?"
"Your father has, but I have not wanted to speak to him. I'm afraid I require more time to reflect on what Andrew shared with us. I also worry, that if I were to speak to Charles now, I might say something I later regret."
"I suppose it's best he stays in Brussels for now. On a happier note, Andrew was absolutely thrilled to hear that Molly will be there on Saturday. Sometimes I think he still fancies her like mad. I'm sure you realised, that he had an enormous crush on her when he was a teenager."
"Any seventeen-year-old boy would have had a crush on her," Jacqueline dismissed.
"I think it is the reason why he was so angry with Charles after he jilted Molly. It absolutely gutted Andrew that Charles forced him to be the one to inform Molly that he had left for Bangladesh and that their relationship was over."
"I seem to recall your brother being equally furious when Elvis put him in a very similar position not so long ago. Why Charles did not consider this, is beyond comprehension to me," Jacqueline shook her head in disgust, still deeply pained by her son's actions.
"I hope Molly recovers quickly. Andrew and I were hoping to do a bit of reconnaissance on Friday."
"You sound like Edward. Do I dare ask what you two have planned?"
"We want to observe how Bones and Molly interact with one another. After seeing Molly a few weeks ago, I am more convinced than ever, that something is off with their relationship."
"What has led you to this conclusion?" Jacqueline grimaced, not entirely pleased with her daughter's attempts to meddle.
"Molly was extremely cagey whenever I mentioned or asked about Bones. Do you remember how her face would light up with enthusiasm any time someone asked her about Charles?"
"Of course, I do."
"Not only did she seem reluctant to discuss Bones, she was hardly enthusiastic when she did mention him."
"Perhaps Molly was uncomfortable discussing Bones with you, dear. You are, after all, her ex-fiancé's sister," Jacqueline reminded.
"Rebecca seems to think that Bones is up to no good," Emily disclosed.
"Rebecca?" Jacqueline looked aghast. "Why on earth would you discuss this with Rebecca?"
"Andrew and I thought she might remember Bones from when Charles was at Sandhurst or from other Officer events she attended with Charles while they were married."
"Did she?" Jacqueline felt appalled even asking such a question.
"She did," Emily confirmed. "In fact, Rebecca remembers him quite well. Apparently, Bones used to make an absolute nuisance of himself by flirting outrageously with her. She found it extremely embarrassing and knew that he only did it to wind Charles up. She confirmed that the two men absolutely loathed one another, and that Molly should definitely steer clear of Bones."
"It's been fourteen years since they were at Sandhurst together. I'm sure Bones has moved on from the Sword of Honour debacle."
"Why are you so unwilling to believe that Bones is a villain?" Emily demanded in frustration.
"Perhaps because I am a mother, and Bones saved my son's life not once, but twice. He also saved Molly's. You would be remiss in forgetting this," Jacqueline reminded. "I also value your father's judgment. He knows Bones better than any of us, and does not think that Bones would use Molly as a weapon against Charles. Edward thinks that Bones has genuine feelings for her, and I am inclined to agree. While it is unfortunate that Bones and Charles have a difficult history, it does not automatically mean that Bones is some type of villain."
"Perhaps Father is blind to his esteemed protégé's faults," Emily derided. "It's not like this would be the first time he's fallen victim to denial," she reminded her mother.
"Your father and I are equally guilty on that front and are now living with the consequences," Jacqueline lamented. "However, this does not mean that we should automatically assume that Bones is up to no good. It's not a matter of taking sides between Charles and Bones. The only person who truly matters in all of this is Molly. What Charles did to her is unforgivable. I failed her once, and I will not let myself fail her again."
"Which is why we should protect her from Bones," Emily argued.
"I know that you only want the best for Molly, Emily, but I will not interfere in her relationship with Bones while there is a strong likelihood that he has genuine feelings for her. If, on the remote chance, we discover that Bones possesses ill intentions towards Charles, and is using Molly as a pawn, I promise that your father and I will not stand for it." Jacqueline vowed, hoping against hope that it would not come to this, as the last thing she wanted was for Molly to be hurt again.
-X-
Moseley, Birmingham
United Kingdom
"You look bloody awful, Poppet," Bones greeted me when he arrived at my flat early that afternoon to drive me to London. We had originally planned for me to take the train to London and for him to meet me at Euston Station. Given how ill I had been, Bones thought it best that he drive me to London himself, even if it meant driving an hour out of his way.
"You try chundering for 36 hours straight," I grumbled.
"Are you absolutely certain you're up for this?" Bones surveyed me with concern. "If you're not, I would rather you give tomorrow a miss. There's no sense in risking your health over a bloody speech."
"I'm sure I will be right as rain by then," I assured.
"When's the last time you chundered?"
"Dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe twelve hours ago?"
"Did you hydrate like I suggested?"
"Are you forgetting the fact that I'm the one who's the bleeding nurse around here?"
"Answer, the damn question, Poppet," Bones ignored my quip.
"Yes, I had some Gatorade earlier."
"Think you can make it to London without getting car sick? I can't have you ruining the upholstery in my Rover, Dawesey," he smirked.
"Get stuffed!" I glared at Bones.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. I'm glad to see you haven't lost your charm, Poppet."
"Stop taking the piss, Bones. I'm really not in the mood for it today."
"There's no need to get miffed at me, Poppet. We'll get you feeling better in no time," he placed his left hand on my shoulder to reassure me. "Is that your kit?" he pointed to my rucksack with his right hand.
"Yes. I didn't have much energy to pack, so I only packed the essentials. Max said he'd sort the rest out for me."
"Do want to change before we leave?" Bones gave me a sceptical look.
"Do I need to?" I looked down at my black leggings, oversized men's West Ham United t-shirt, black zip up hoodie, and flip flops.
"I know you've been a bit distracted, but you do realise we are in the midst of a heat wave, don't you? It's already thirty degrees."
"I'll be fine," I snapped.
-X-
"We're here, Poppet," Bones gently shook me once we had arrived at Max and Jack's home in Belgravia.
"How long have I been asleep?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Nearly the entire journey here. I'm so used to you talking the hind legs off a donkey that I almost didn't know what to do with myself."
"Piss off," I yawned as Bones came around, unbuckled my seatbelt, and then lifted me out of the passenger seat and into his arms.
"Oi! Put me down!" I protested.
"Not happening, Poppet. You're as weak as a bloody kitten. Now, put your arms around my neck and let me carry you. The only place you're headed to is Bedfordshire," he declared, before carrying me into the house.
-X-
"This isn't my room," I protested as Bones bypassed the bedroom I normally stayed in and carried me directly into his room.
"Change of plans, Dawesey. You're bunking with me tonight. Someone needs to look after you if you have any hope of attending tomorrow's festivities. I can't have you collapsing during the Sovereign's Parade."
"How many times have I told you that I can take care of myself," I pouted, annoyed that he didn't seem to grasp that I was the nurse, not him.
"How many times have I told you to let me be the judge of that?" Bones retorted, placing me gently on the bed. "I expect you to take forty winks. In the meantime, I will bring up our kit and see if Jack's housekeeper can rustle up some soup and toast for you."
"Stop ordering me about like one of your bloody troopers again," I yawned.
"Would you prefer one of my minging green smoothies instead? I know how much you enjoy them," he threatened with an evil grin.
"You're impossible," I complained, as I felt myself giving way to exhaustion.
"You wouldn't have me any other way," Bones gave me a knowing smirk. "Rest up, Poppet," he ordered, before kissing me on the forehead, and quietly closing the door behind him.
-X-
"I'm not an invalid, Bones. I could have come downstairs for dinner," I watched him place a bed tray over my legs from where I was seated in bed. The tray contained chicken soup, toast, and lemonade, which were all intended to keep my stomach calm.
"Eat up, Dawesey," Bones invited. "If you cooperate, I might let you have an ice lolly for dessert," he smirked.
"Cherry flavoured?" I perked up at the prospect.
"I'm sure that can be arranged. Now eat, unless you want me to force feed you."
"I thought you didn't do the whole 'mother hen' routine?" I asked.
"I normally detest that type of behaviour, but you've left me with little choice, Poppet. I cannot very well let my girlfriend fend for herself. God only knows what type of mischief you would get yourself into if left unsupervised."
"Stop taking the piss," I complained, as I nibbled on a piece of toast.
"Assuming you make a miraculous recovery by tomorrow morning, is your recce still up to snuff?"
"I spoke to Emily yesterday and she re-confirmed that he will not be in attendance. Apparently, Andrew refused to invite him."
"I'm glad to see that Edward has at least one son with half a brain."
"Can we please talk about something else?" I didn't feel like getting into with Bones over the James Family.
"Like what, Dawesey?"
"Dunno, perhaps you could tell me how on earth an anorak like Spanner landed Annabelle for a wife?"
"Now that's a good one, Poppet," Bones chuckled before he proceeded to tell me the story of how they met.
-X-
"You know you look about twelve-years-old with your fresh face, ponytail, oversized t-shirt, and ice lolly," Bones smirked as we sat at the island in Max and Jack's kitchen.
"At least I don't act like I'm twelve, unlike others I know," I stuck my tongue out at him before slowly licking my ice lolly in an exaggerated fashion.
"I know what you're up to, Dawesey," Bones warned, his eyes focused on my mouth.
"I'm sitting here, minding my 'Ps' and 'Qs', while I enjoy my ice lolly," I deliberately licked the excess cherry juice that had accumulated on my upper lip.
"Oh, I think you bloody well know what you're up to, Poppet," Bones retorted. "You better be careful," he cautioned as I neared the bottom of my ice lolly. "You don't want to get your hands sticky," he took the wrapper and stick out of my hand and placed them on the counter.
"And what if they are already sticky?" I asked in a husky voice.
"I suppose we'll have to do something about that," Bones gave a sexy purr, before reaching for my hand and drawing my index and pointer fingers towards his mouth.
-X-
"I was wondering where you two had taken yourselves off to," Jack wandered into the kitchen, interrupting our reverie and forcing Bones to release my hand.
"Dawesey was just finishing her ice lolly. You'll have to excuse her poor manners, she's made quite the mess," Bones chuckled. "Why don't you go and wash your hands while I clean the counter," he instructed.
"I'm glad to see you're feeling better, Molly," Jack remarked, as I stood at the kitchen sink cleaning my hands.
"Thanks," I wiped my clean hands with a towel.
"You should head up to bed, Dawesey," Bones advised. "Jack and I have a bit of catching up to do before tomorrow. I'll be up later."
"Uh, right," I nodded. It was clear that I had been dismissed, and that the intimacy from a few minutes ago had already been forgotten. "Goodnight," I offered awkwardly.
"Good night, Molly," Jack responded as Bones remained silent, his face once again inscrutable.
-X-
It was evening in the Serengeti, and we were lying in bed underneath the stars of the African Bush. Charles had just made exquisite love to me, and was gently stroking my hair while I rested my face on his chest.
"I love you, Molly," he declared in a husky voice. "I'll always love you. You're the only one for me. You know that don't you? I meant it in Afghan when I said I would adore you for always."
"Ditto," I smiled shyly at him, basking in his love. There was nowhere I would rather be than safe in the arms of the man I loved.
"I love that you're my girl. I love everything about you. Your beautiful green eyes, which have captivated me from the very first, your delightful smile, your delectable neck…" he breathed into my ear before he started nibbling the sensitive area of my neck, which caused a pulsing sensation throughout my body. "Then there's your gorgeous collar bone," he started kissing it, "and your glorious breasts, which fit perfectly in the palm of my hand," he reached for my breast and started stroking my nipple.
"Charles!" I cried out in response to his ministrations, his mouth on my nipple, his tongue expertly swirling it.
"I love your taunt, sexy abdomen," Charles started to trail kisses down my abdomen, "and your shapely thighs," he parted my legs with his hand and started kissing my inner thighs.
"Charles, please!" I groaned, my body on fire for him again. "Last but not least, I love the secret part of you that's mine, and only mine," he declared with intensity before tilting his lips toward my feminine core, leaving my body trembling with need.
-X-
Belgravia, London
United Kingdom
"Wakey, Wakey," I was awoken from a deep sleep the next morning to find Max smiling down at me.
"What time is it," I yawned as Max opened the curtains to allow the sunlight to stream into the room.
"It's half past seven. I let you sleep as long as I could. How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"Good. We need to crack on if we want to get you to Sandhurst on time," Max indicated.
"Where's Bones?" I asked.
"I believe he is in the basement with Jack practicing Ju-Jitsu. He is in an absolutely foul mood this morning. You two didn't have another barney, did you?"
"No," I shook my head, surprised by Bones's mood. "Perhaps he's just nervous about his speech."
"Bones has nerves of steel. This is something different. He looked like he wanted to make mincemeat out of us at the breakfast table. At one point, I thought he was going to lamp me."
"That does not bode well for today," I sighed.
"If anyone can manage him, it's Jack," Max assured. "This is why Jack suggested they hit our basement gym for a round of Ju-Jitsu. If anyone can fight a bad mood out of Bones, it's Jack."
"I wonder what has his knickers in such a twist?"
"One can never tell with that nutter. Why don't you go and take a shower, while I bring you breakfast. I should warn you, though, your breakfast will contain a grotty green substance that Bones made in our blender. He insists that you drink it. I won't share the various threats and insults that went along with his request," Max laughed.
-X-
Pennyhill Park Hotel
Bagshot, Surrey
United Kingdom
I walked into the Brasserie at half past seven to find my father already seated with two cups of coffee. Having flown into Heathrow the night before, we had agreed to meet for breakfast this morning. My father had travelled to Surrey yesterday, where he had proceeded to spend the majority of his day catching up with various Army cronies.
My mum had opted not to join him, and planned to meet my father at Sandhurst this morning with Emily and Sam.
Today's events would begin with a Commissioning Service held at the Royal Memorial Chapel. From there, my family would proceed to the guest pavilion located outside of the Old College. This is where Andrew and his fellow Cadets would parade in front of the Sovereign. My parents would then attend a luncheon with Andrew, while Emily returned to Pennyhill Park with Sam.
Sam would stay overnight with Mum and Dad at Pennyhill Park, while Andrew and Emily attended the Sandhurst Ball, where at the stroke of midnight, my younger brother would officially become a fully Commissioned Officer of the British Army.
Tomorrow, Mum, Dad, and Emily planned to surprise Sam with a trip to Legoland in Windsor.
I had been surprised when my father had telephoned me last week to ask if I would fly in for Andrew's passing out. I knew Andrew would be displeased, and I cannot say I blamed him. I know he still hated me for what I had forced him to do to Molly.
I was fairly certain that my father's invitation was not on the 'up and up' and that he likely had a hidden agenda. One thing I had learned, was not to underestimate my father's cunning and ruthlessness. It was, after all, what had enabled him to attain the rank of Lieutenant General during his illustrious career.
I had agreed to his suggestion that we treat my visit as a surprise, even if my visit was part of a broader scheme.
The only positive thing to result from my PTSD was that fact that Edward and I now had a newfound love and respect for one another. I was currently closer to my father than I had ever been in my life. He had been my rock since Bangladesh.
"Son," my father stood up, and beckoned me to his table. "I'm so glad you came," he gave me a warm smile before pulling me into an affectionate embrace. It was still somewhat awkward to see the hardened General be affectionate with me, when for years, the only affection he had shown was a salute, handshake, or awkward pat on the shoulder.
"Father."
"Please, sit," Edward welcomed. "I ordered you a coffee."
"Thank you."
"You look well, Son. I'm glad to see you're maintaining your fitness level."
"The exercise helps me relax. I even do yoga now, but keep that between us. I'm not sure some of my fellow Officers would be impressed. I took classes when I was in Scotland and I find it helps balance me along with meditation."
"I also understand that you have been keeping up with your therapy sessions with Dr. Warner," Edward noted, referring to my Army psychiatrist who specialized in PTSD.
"Yes, I have weekly Skype sessions with him."
"I am extremely proud of you, Charles. I know the past eighteen months have been absolute hell, yet you have persevered, and are doing extremely well with your recovery. You don't know how happy that makes me."
"I still have a long way to go, but I am finally confident that I now possess the necessary tools to cope in the future. I'm also really enjoying my time at NATO. I find the strategy work incredibly interesting. It challenges my brain, and I can draw from all of the experience I acquired from my various tours."
"You always excelled at strategy," my father noted. "It was not until I visited you in Scotland last year that I realised how alike we are. The therapy sessions we did together had a profound impact on me. They allowed me to understand that the restlessness you felt was the same restlessness that I felt at a similar age. We both thought we could feed that restlessness with the adrenaline high that comes from being on tour, only to find that it left us hollow on the inside. I hope you are starting to see that the Army can offer you a world of possibility that does not necessarily involve traveling to a war zone. You still have much to offer the Army, but in a different capacity now."
"Dr. Warner and I have been spending a significant amount of time on this very topic, and I think I am finally starting to realise that opening myself up to new opportunities may not be a bad thing."
"Good," my father nodded. "You'll find your place, Son. I promise. As I mentioned during our therapy sessions, it took me a long time to revaluate my own priorities and to recognise the toll that my various tours took on you and your mum. Unfortunately, this did not occur until Andrew was born. You were at were already at Eton, and I am afraid the damage I caused you had already been wrought. While I cannot change the past, I will always regret what I did to you and your mum. I want you to know that your well-being and happiness are more important to me than anything else, and that I will always be there for you, no matter what," my father promised.
"I don't think I would have survived this past year without your support, Dad."
"You're stronger than you think, Charlie," my father assured, using the nickname he'd rarely used since I was a young boy. I could not help but think back to the moment he had arrived at the Bangladeshi hospital after Bones had rescued me. Seeing my father walking into my hospital room had been my undoing. I had finally reached rock bottom. My mind had been devastated by the PTSD, yet, the enormity of everything I had done to Molly, Sam, my parents, Andrew, Emily, 2 Section, Elvis, and Lane had finally hit me. I had broken down sobbing in the arms of my father. It was only when he'd called me Charlie, for the first time in over thirty years, and assured me that everything would be all right, that I had felt safe for the first time in a very long time.
-X-
"I've missed having a full English," I remarked as we started to eat breakfast.
"It's nice to have breakfast without your mum. She keeps trying to sabotage my breakfast with healthy substitutes. Last week she tried to slip vegan sausages onto my breakfast plate. She actually had the audacity to think that I wouldn't notice," my father scoffed.
"Is it me, or has Mum been studiously avoiding me of late?"
"That was one of the reasons I thought we should meet before the rest of the family arrives," Edward revealed. "Unfortunately, when I was in Geneva last month, Andrew was indiscreet and said a few things to your mum that I had hoped you would tell her once you were ready."
"What things?" I could only imagine what my brother had revealed.
"She knows about the Sword."
"The Sword?"
"Apparently Elvis told Andrew how you came to be the recipient of the Sword of Honour during a night of rat-arsed foolishness."
"Typical Elvis," I rolled my eyes. "I suppose Mum is appalled?"
"She's not exactly thrilled that you usurped the Sword from the man who would ultimately save your life not once, but twice."
"I assume you share her opinion? I cannot imagine you condoning my actions."
"While others may judge your actions as dishonourable, I think they demonstrated cunning and skill. For me, it was a brilliant display of military strategy," Edward revealed. "What your mother fails to see, is that while you may have employed trickery, you outmanoeuvred Bones and proved that you were the better Cadet."
"That's what Elvis thought."
"When you realised the Sword was in jeopardy, you chose not to concede defeat. Instead, you studied your enemy, identified his weakness, developed a plan to exploit said weakness, and executed your plan to perfection. Had Bones truly been worthy of the Sword, he would have identified the threat and would not have allowed himself to be outmanoeuvred by his opponent."
"I doubt Bones views it that way."
"While Bones may feel a certain animosity towards you, I suspect that underneath his gruff exterior, he is grateful for the lesson that you taught him. Your actions ensured that he never allowed his arrogance to stand in the way of his judgment again. It was a valuable lesson he needed to learn, and one that has been important to his success in The Regiment."
"Wait. Have you known this entire time?" I was shocked to think my father had known all along, especially when I had thought he would be ashamed if he knew the truth.
"Yes. Your Sergeant Major at Sandhurst informed me. He was quite impressed with your cunning, and was pleased that you had ferreted out Bones's weakness."
"What should I do about Mum?"
"The Sword is the least of your problems when it comes to your mother."
"Did Andrew tell her about Lane? I knew I should never have told him."
"Yes," my father gave a grim nod.
"Fuck," I raked my hand through my hair. I could only imagine what a contemplable scumbag my own mother now thought I was.
"We could only keep it from her for so long," my father pointed out. "She was going to learn the truth eventually."
"I know," I sighed. "I should have told her before I went to Brussels. I think part of me was secretly wishing that she would never learn about what I did."
"She's hurt, confused, disappointed, embarrassed, and blames herself for dismissing Molly's concerns as wedding jitters. I also think it reminds her of my own failings as a husband."
"The affair?"
"Yes. While she forgave me shortly before Andrew was born, I know there are moments when she is reminded of the dishonourable manner in which I acted, and that even after twenty years, it still causes her pain when reminded of it."
"It's one of the reasons that I have been reluctant to tell her. I honestly had no idea that you'd ever had marital problems until you revealed it to me in therapy last year. Knowing that she has first-hand experience with infidelity, makes me even more ashamed of my actions. I worry that she thinks I am an absolute disgrace, and that she will never be able to forgive me for what I did."
"I won't lie to you, Son. Your mum is deeply disappointed and ashamed of what you did with Lane. However, it does not change the fact that she is your Mum, and that she loves you unconditionally. She may not like you right now, but she will always love you," Edward assured. "The best thing you can do is sit down with her tonight after Sam retires and explain to her what happened and why you did what you did. While your mum may not fully understand, I know that it will go a long way in repairing your relationship, and that with time, she will find it in her heart to forgive you."
-X-
"What should I expect from Emily, Andrew, and Sam today?" I questioned my father.
"Emily will be surprised, but pleased to see you. Andrew will be Andrew. Ultimately, he will forgive you, but he needs more time. I seem to recall it taking you a long time to forgive Elvis when he put you in similar situation," my father reminded. "Eventually you found it in your heart to forgive him just as I know that Andrew will find it in his heart to forgive you."
"And Sam?"
"He's still upset about losing Molly, and for you virtually abandoning him when you decided to flee to Bangladesh. He understands that you were ill, but I think seeing you last month in Brussels and Paris really helped. It will take time to rebuild your relationship with him, but I think he will be very pleased to see you today. I also think it is good that Rebecca and her husband have been encouraging him to Skype with you, and are supportive of you re-stablishing your relationship with him. He likes that you have been asking him about football, especially when he knows you prefer Rugby."
"Anything else I should expect?"
"I would be remiss in not informing you that Bones will be attendance today."
"Why the hell is he attending?" I demanded, not at all looking forward to seeing my nemesis.
"Bones has been invited to speak at today's luncheon."
"Bones?" I parroted. I couldn't picture the arsemonger speaking before the graduating Cadets and their families.
"He's up before the Promotion Board, which is why he was invited. You know, as well as I, that he should have been promoted two years ago, but circumstances being what they were, prevented that."
"Is that the polite way of saying I cocked-up his promotion, not once, but twice?"
"I'm sure he doesn't see things that way, Son. He's certainly never indicated that to me."
"He respects you too much to complain. I can guarantee he blames me, and that he's biding his time before he seeks revenge."
"Now you sound like…" Edward trailed off.
"Who?"
"Never mind. I know you do not get on, but it is outrageous to think that Bones would want revenge, especially when he is about to be promoted to Major."
"He has plenty of reasons to seek revenge. The man has carried a grudge about a bloody Sword for fourteen years. Not to mention my interference with his Nigerian operation, his secondment to 2 Section post Belize, you forcing him to compromise his undercover operation in Sierra Leone to rescue Molly, his ACL tear in Bangladesh, and whatever else you may have done to convince him to assist you and Beck in handling the consequences associated with my misdeeds. We both know he's not the altruistic type. It's only a matter of time before he extracts his pound of flesh from me. The questions that remain are how and when."
"I think you'll find you are wrong, Son. Just know, that no matter what happens, I am always on your side. Bones is an exemplary Officer and the best The Regiment has to offer, but he is my protégé, not my son. I will always put your needs first."
-X-
Belgravia, London
United Kingdom
"I wish it wasn't going to be so bloody hot today, Molly," Max frowned. "I so wanted to be creative and do a messy take on a chignon. Unfortunately, with the heat and humidity, I do not want to risk it today. I am going to do a very tight and controlled chignon."
"As long as it's not hanging down my back, I will be happy with anything you do," I assured Max.
"Bones and Jack were complaining at breakfast that they would be sweating their balls off today in ceremonial dress."
"I'm glad I am not them. I wish my dress wasn't sleeveless and that I didn't have to wear a jacket with it, though."
"At least it's made from cotton and viscose, which are both breathable fabrics."
"I'm surprised Bones has not stopped by yet to see how we are coming along," I observed. "Usually he is so impatient."
"Bones departed for Sandhurst while you were washing your hair earlier."
"Come again?" I stared back at Max in shock, feeling like I had been knocked for six. Bones hadn't seen or spoken to me all morning. I couldn't help but wonder if I had done something to offend him.
"Bones didn't tell you that he would be leaving early to attend an event before the Sovereign's Parade, and that you would be traveling to Sandhurst with Jack?" Max looked taken aback.
"N-no," I stuttered in confusion.
"Mmm… Let me find Jack," Max exited the bedroom in search of his husband, leaving me in front of the mirror, chewing my lip, while my stomach filled with collywobbles. I couldn't understand why Bones had given me the silent treatment when he had been so thoughtful and caring the day before. I hoped this wasn't his way of giving me the big elbow so to speak. I was not sure I could handle another disappearing boyfriend, even if he technically was my 'fake' boyfriend.
-X-
"What's going on?" I asked anxiously once Max returned with Jack. "Max said Bones was in a foul mood this morning and now he's left without telling me. I honestly don't understand what's happened."
"Everything is fine, Molly," Jack walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "Bones wanted you to sleep for as long as you could this morning which is why he didn't wake you earlier. He then decided that we would drive to Sandhurst separately as he thought it unnecessary for you to sit through the Commissioning Service, which occurs before the Sovereign's Parade. This way you could preserve your energy for the Sovereign's Parade and luncheon. Given how warm it is today, I thought it was a prudent idea," he explained.
"I don't understand why Bones couldn't tell me this himself or at least text me," I protested. "Then with Max mentioning that Bones was in a foul mood, I honestly thought that he had left me here."
"Bones, would never do that," Jack assured. "Besides, he's always in a foul mood," he gave an awkward chuckle.
"Are you sure there's nothing else?"
"As Max likes to say, everything is kushty, Molly," Jack promised. "Now, why don't you let Max finish doing his magic, and we'll leave once you are ready. By the way, how's your stomach?"
"Better," I smiled.
"Think it might be up for a ride in my Audi R8?"
"What is an R8?" Not being able to drive, I had never paid much attention to cars.
"His over the top sport's car, which not only cost us a bomb, but is also his one true love," Max rolled his eyes.
"Don't listen to my Husband, he's just jealous that I rarely let him drive it," Jack smirked.
-X-
"You look lovely, Molly," Jack complimented once I met him in the foyer.
"Thank you," I smiled shyly, still uncomfortable that Bones had left me on my own with his mate.
"Max informed me earlier, that it's his opinion, that only Alexander McQueen would do for a Sovereign's Parade. I must say, I agree with my husband. You will certainly make Bones proud today," Jack observed.
Max had insisted that I wear an Alexander McQueen sleeveless black and ivory, boucle striped, tweed midi dress with a crystal embroidered neckline. The dress featured frayed raw edges on the neck, sleeves, and hem. He had paired it with a matching jacket with hand frayed edges, a crew neckline, and snap button fastenings down the front.
I found the outfit to be outrageously expensive, and wished Max had not spent so much of Bones's money on it. Max maintained that it was perfect for today's event. He also informed me that Bones hadn't so much as batted an eyelash at the expense and had advised Max to spend whatever he felt necessary.
Max had chosen to accessorize my outfit with black resin pendant earrings, a black calfskin, small jewelled satchel, and black leather 10cm court shoes with pointed-toes. Finally, he had pinned a black straw disc hat with ivory piped choux to my hair.
"I must say, Major Sinclair, you look quite handsome, yourself, in your blues," I complimented. I could only imagine how Bones, or rather, Captain Sykes would look in full ceremonial dress, which he was required to wear as an official participant in today's events.
"Thank you, Molly. Shall we?" Jack offered me his arm.
-X-
"Have you been to Sandhurst before, Molly?" Jack asked once we were in his bright red Audi R8 Coupe and headed out of London.
"Yes," I frowned, not wanting to think about the events I had attended with him previously.
"I apologize, that was rather daft on my part," Jack recognized his mistake.
"No worries, mate," I brushed the awkward moment aside. "When did you and Bones graduate from Sandhurst?"
"Fourteen years ago. Days like today make it feel like it was just yesterday."
"Do you think the incident involving the Sword of Honour is what caused Bones to be in such a foul mood earlier?"
"What incident?"
"When I asked why his promotion to Major was so important that it required a 'fake' relationship, he told me that recent events had reminded him of the Sword of Honour debacle. Bones explained how two members of your platoon deliberately sabotaged him, and how he would do everything in his power to avoid any further impediments standing in the way of his promotion because if it."
"Right," Jack gave me a strange glance before turning his attention back to the A4. "He didn't happen to mention who sabotaged him, did he?"
"No. Should I have asked?" I wondered why Jack had asked the question.
"No. It was so long ago, that I barely even remember their names," he dismissed.
"Bones has been less than forthcoming in sharing what you actually do for Ministry of Defence," I changed the subject. "Does this mean it's classified?"
"More or less. Let's just say I work in counter intelligence. Prior to that I was in The Regiment with Bones. Unfortunately, I injured my back during an op in Iraq, and was unable to continue with The Regiment. After rehab, I found an opening at the MoD which suited my skills."
"Do you ever miss being in The Regiment?"
"Sometimes I miss the comradery. The MoD can be rather dull at times. However, I enjoy what I do, and it has been great for my personal life. I can be based in London, which is ideal for Max."
"Do you ever see Bones leaving The Regiment?"
"Never. He lives and breathes The Regiment."
"I surmised as much."
"Max and I wish that he would settle down. I understand why he doesn't do the whole relationship thing, but I think that having a girlfriend would be good for him. Perhaps he wouldn't be such a moody bastard," Jack laughed. "Of course, she would need to be tough as nails to put up with his barmy arse."
"Tell me about it," I smirked.
"She would also need to understand his job and the risks it entails," Jack added.
"And she'd need to be Page Three material," I interjected. "That is his usual type, innit?"
"I'm not so sure any longer," Jack gave me a thoughtful glance.
"Should I warn Bones that you are out to play matchmaker?"
"Do I look like I have a death wish?" Jack chuckled. "Luckily, I suspect my matchmaking skills or lack thereof, will ultimately prove unnecessary."
"Why is that?"
"Call it intuition."
"Is this about her?" I probed.
"Her?" Jack looked taken aback, as if he had no idea what I had insinuated.
"I asked him recently if he had ever been in love, and was gobsmacked when he confirmed that he had."
"Interesting," Jack rubbed his chin in thought.
"He told me that she was in love with someone else, and that he had never revealed his feelings to her. Can you believe that?"
"Actually," Jack turned and gave me a peculiar look, "I can."
"Oh," I was not sure how to respond, or why I had even brought up the subject in the first place. I did not want to admit to myself that the thought of Bones having feelings for another woman made me distinctly uncomfortable for reasons I could not comprehend.
-X-
Royal Military Academy Sandhurst
Camberley, Surrey
United Kingdom
I had decided against attending the Commissioning Service and had opted to have coffee with Colonel Beck, instead. Beck had been my C.O. for the majority of my tenure with the Black Rats and I had the utmost respect for him. Unfortunately, shortly before Elvis's death, Beck had been promoted and transferred to a new position at the MoD. I had missed Beck's steady, but firm leadership style when everything went balls up in Afghan, and then in Belize. I often wondered if I would have spiralled out of control to the extent that I had, if Beck had still been my C.O.
I was eternally grateful to have Beck as my C.O. once again, and for the opportunity that he had found for me at NATO. It was vital to me that I showed Beck that I still possessed the necessary capabilities to perform at a high level within the Army, and that I could conduct myself in a manner befitting an Officer. I know that it would take time to fully regain Beck's trust, but I was relieved that he recognised the progress I had made, and that he continued to offer his full support.
Standing outside the Royal Memorial Chapel, I saw my father exit the Commissioning Ceremony with Lieutenant General White, Major General Burrows, the Commandant of the Academy, General Reeves, the Vice Chief of Defence Staff, and Bones. They briefly exchanged pleasantries before Bones saluted each General and walked in the opposite direction.
My Father then motioned me over to wait with him for my mum, sister, and son to exit the Chapel.
-X-
"Dad!" Sam was the first one to spot me. He looked smart in a navy suit, light blue dress shirt, and a navy and green striped tie.
"Grandpa said he had a surprise for me today, but I never imagined it would be you," he smiled at me, before giving me a hug. It thrilled me inside to know that my son was once again happy to see me. It had not been this way for quite some time.
"It looks like you've grown and it's only been a month," I ruffled my son's hair.
"Grandma, Aunt Em!" Sam called out to my mum and sister, "Look who's here!"
"Charlie," my sister greeted me with a wide smile, before throwing her arms around me.
"Mum," I kissed her my mother on the cheek.
"Charles," she gave a tight smile in response. "Your father failed to inform us that you would be joining us today."
"I wanted it to be a surprise," my father sent my mum a warning look.
"It most certainly is," Mum frowned. "Emily, did you know about this?" she turned to my sister.
"I'm just as surprised as you are, Mum," Emily replied, looking slightly uncomfortable for a moment.
"If you're concerned about how Andrew will react, I promise to stay out of his way and not to do anything to upset him," I assured my mum.
"Of course, you wouldn't do anything to upset Andrew," Emily agreed. "I think Mum is just surprised to see you. I'm sure Andrew, when he stops being the stubborn fool that he is, will appreciate having his older brother here," she assured.
"I have an idea, Sam. How about your dad and Aunt Emily take you on a tour of the grounds?" My father suggested.
-X-
Forty-five minutes later, we had arrived at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. Jack had suggested that I remain in the car with the air conditioning on while he tracked down Bones. Given that it already felt like an inferno outside, I had happily complied.
Several minutes later, I could hear the familiar strain of Jack's voice. It was difficult for me to make out exactly what he was saying, but it was clear, from the tone of his voice, that he was angry at Bones.
As they approached the R8, Jack appeared to give Bones a stern look of warning, before Bones opened my door, and reached down to help me out of the low-slung Coupe.
"Careful, Poppet," Bones helped me onto my feet and made sure I was steady on my heels. "How are you feeling?" he examined my appearance from head to toe.
"All right," I shrugged, noticing Jack hovering over us.
"I can take it from here, mate" Bones cocked his head at Jack. "We'll meet you in front of the Library at half past," he instructed.
-X-
"Molly," Bones looked at me uneasily, before offering me his arm, and setting a slow pace. "I would like to apologize for acting like a complete tosser this morning."
"You're apologizing?" I looked over at Bones in disbelief.
"I was a selfish git, and I should have realised that leaving the way I did would make you anxious. It was an insensitive thing to do on my part, and I am sorry for making you worry," Bones apologised in a genuine voice, his expression one of contriteness rather than his usual arrogance.
"Why did you do it?" I stopped walking and turned to face him. "You were so thoughtful yesterday and then you just froze me out last night and this morning. I don't understand why."
"Last night I was an arse because I did not want Jack to give me endless grief after walking in on us like he did. This morning had nothing to do with you. I was annoyed earlier, but it was down to a misunderstanding on my part. It's no excuse for acting like a bastard, though. I'm obviously still struggling with this whole boyfriend thing," he admitted.
"Are you finished being an arseface for today?"
"Bones has certainly had enough of being an arseface for one day. Captain Sykes, on the other hand, does have a legend to live up to," Bones offered with a smirk.
"You know, Captain Sykes looks rather scrummy in full ceremonial dress," I returned his smirk.
"I hear his girlfriend is gorgeous, and that she's likely to give the Stepford Wives a run for their money today."
"Unfortunately, Captain Sykes parted with far too much coin on her outfit. The thought of his girlfriend swanning about in Alexander McQueen is absurd."
"Not when she looks fucking hot. As for the cost. I hear Captain Sykes is minted, and can more than afford it."
"Is he?"
"You better believe it," Bones smirked. "Shall we?" he offered me his arm and led me towards the Academy.
-X-
"How you haven't fallen arse over tits in those bloody heels is beyond me," Bones shook his head with exasperation as we walked past the gymnasium towards the library.
"You could try walking faster than a snail's pace," I pointed out. "I do know how to walk."
"Your feet will thank me later," Bones retorted. "You don't happen to recall having any vivid dreams last night, do you?" he randomly inquired.
"No," I gave Bones a perplexed look.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?"
"I can assure you, I do not talk in my sleep."
"Last night you did."
"Oh," I blushed, hoping I hadn't embarrassed myself in front of him. "What did I say?"
"Nothing of importance," Bones brushed aside my concerns, seconds before spotting Jack in front of the Library.
-X-
"I managed to procure some bottled water from the Officers' Mess," Jack handed me a bottle.
"Thanks," I smiled at Jack. "I cannot believe how warm it is outside. I feel like I am back in Afghan," I remarked. "You two must be roasting in your dress blues."
"This is nothing compared to the jungle and desert training we do in The Regiment," Bones shrugged. "Just think, if Max were here…" he was suddenly cut off as a dark-haired boy with curly hair came racing towards me, nearly knocking me off my feet.
"Molly!" I found myself captured in an embrace by none other than Sam James.
"Sammy?" I stared back at the twelve-year-old boy in shock. I had not seen him since the wedding and was amazed by how much he had grown.
"Oi!" Bones grabbed Sam firmly by the shoulder. "Watch it, mate. You nearly knocked her over."
"Bones, it's all right. This is Sammy."
"Sammy?" Bones gave me a sceptical look, before turning his attention back to Sam.
"Jacqueline and Edward's grandson," I clarified.
"Right," Bones gave a stiff nod.
"Are you here with your Gran and Grandpa to see Uncle Andrew's passing out?" I turned my attention away from Bones and back to Sam.
"Yes. Seeing you here is wicked, Molls! I cannot wait to tell…"
"Sam, I have been looking everywhere for you. Is this where you ran off to?" Emily James confronted her nephew.
"Look, Aunt Em. It's Molly," Sam beamed at his aunt. "I thought I spotted her from across the cricket ground pavilion and wanted to see if it was her," he explained.
"Lucky for you it was," I ruffled Sam's curls. I had missed him so much. We had been the best of mates prior to his father abandoning me. "Hiya, Em," I smiled.
"Molly, you look amazing," Emily complimented, taking in my appearance. She had always possessed an eye for high fashion.
"Thanks, Em. You look wonderful. I bet you cannot wait for the ball tonight."
"I am excited. It will be my first ball with Matt!" she enthused. "Are you going to introduce me to the two handsome Officers standing beside you?"
"Where are my manners?" I giggled. "Emily, this is Major Sinclair and Captain McClyde," I introduced. "Jack, Bones, this is my dear friend Emily James and her nephew Sam James."
"I know who you are!" Sam suddenly burst out at Bones.
"You do?" Bones looked a bit taken aback at Sam's announcement.
"You're Bones. My grandpa talks about you all the time to me. In fact, last year I had to write a report for school about the person I admire the most and I wrote it about my grandpa."
"Your grandfather is a brilliant man, Sam. I can see why you would choose him," Bones remarked.
"I remember asking him for my report about his proudest moment in the Army."
"What was that, Sam?" Emily asked.
"He told me it was when Bones asked him to accompany him to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh. It was for an investiture. Like the one you had, Molls. He said it was the proudest moment of his career because Bones had been awarded the Victoria Cross. Did you know that it is the highest honour in the British Armed Forces? Grandpa said that it has only been awarded fifteen times since the Second World War."
"Did your grandfather say why Bones was awarded the Victoria Cross?" I could see the extreme discomfort on Bones's face, and wanted to prolong the agony a bit longer as payback for all the times he had evaded my questions.
"He said that it was a secret and that I could not put it in my report, but that Bones did something incredibly brave while he was in Afghanistan and that he saved many lives because of it. Grandpa showed me a picture he keeps in his desk of Bones wearing the Victoria Cross after it was awarded to him by the Queen. Grandpa said because what Bones did must be kept a secret, he had a private investiture, and that only Bones, some people from the government, and Grandpa were allowed to attend. The Prime Minister was there, too," Sam added. "
"I was merely doing my job," Bones dismissed, clearing wanting Sam to drop the matter.
"You sound just like Molly," Emily chuckled. "Somehow I doubt you would earn a Victoria Cross by merely doing your job."
"Now you know why Bones and Molly make such a great couple," Jack pointed out to Emily. "They are both incredibly humble when it comes to their accomplishments."
"What are you doing here today, Molls?" Sam asked.
"A mate of ours is giving a speech later today and we came to support him. His name is Captain Sykes," I explained.
"It's so cool to see you, Molls. Do you know my father?" Sam turned towards Bones and Jack. "He's in the Army, too. His name is Charles James and he is a Captain with the Black Rats."
"Yes, Sammy. Bones and Jack know your father," I responded.
"He's in Brussels right now doing work for NATO, but he's…"
"Why don't you tell Molly about your new football team," Emily cut her nephew off.
"You're not going to believe this Molls, but I made the Bath City FC Under 14 League a few months ago."
"That's brilliant, mate!" I was happy to hear that Sam had not lost his passion for football.
"Do you like football?" Sam asked Bones. "Molls loves football. She's the only person in my family who truly understands the game. Dad and Uncle Andrew like rugger, but footy is my favourite! She's pretty good at it, for a girl and all."
"Is she?" Bones smirked.
"Molls?"
"Yes, Sammy?"
"Aunt Em told me that you live in Birmingham now."
"That's right, scamp."
"My football team is going to play a match in Birmingham next month. Do you think you could come?" Sam requested.
"Of course, I can, mate. Just ask your Aunt Em or your Gran to text me the details and I promise I will be there."
"Wicked!" Sam exclaimed with excitement.
"You can come, too," he invited Bones. "You are Molly's boyfriend, aren't you?"
"Sam," Emily chastised her nephew, before giving me an apologetic look.
"What? I heard you talking to Mum about it last week when you dropped me off at home."
"You're right, Sam. I am Molly's boyfriend," Bones confirmed.
"Molly's the bee's knees. You better not be a total dickhead to her like my dad was. If you hurt her, I will kick you in the arse with my new footy cleats," he warned.
"Sam," Emily groaned, visibly appalled by her nephew's language.
"I have no plans to hurt her, mate. I also think she's the bee's knees. How about I promise you, that if I ever do hurt her, you can be the first to have a go at me?" Bones suggested. "Deal?" he held out his hand for Sam to shake.
"Deal," Sam shook Bones's hand, satisfied with his response.
"We should find our seats, Sam," Emily announced. "I'm sure Gran is wondering what happened to us. Why don't you say your goodbyes to Molly, Major Sinclair, and Captain McClyde? Perhaps we can catch up with Molly after the Sovereign's Parade."
-X-
"Is this where you tell me that I've lost the plot and am imagining the fact that a twelve-year-old just grassed you out?" I quizzed Bones as we walked towards the Old College building with Jack.
"Edward needs to put a fucking padlock on that kid's mouth," Bones groused.
'I thought it was rather touching."
"Sam certainly threw a spanner in the works," Jack chuckled.
"Were you ever planning to tell me or were you planning to continue with your guessing games?" I prodded Bones.
"I unlike, a certain Lieutenant General know what the word 'classified' means."
"You could have it declassified if you really wanted," Jack pointed out.
"Stop talking out of your arse, Sinclair, unless you want a punch up the bracket," Bones threatened his best mate. It was obvious that Sam's disclosure had him brassed off and looking for a barney.
"Keep your hair on, mate," Jack advised. "This is not the time or place to make a total bollocks of yourself."
"He's right, Bones," I agreed. "Think about your promotion. The last thing you need is to stuff it up over something trivial."
"You're not my fucking agony aunt, Dawes. Do us all a favour and shut your bloody cakehole."
"Fuck you, Bones. You can play the hard nut all you want, but I don't give a monkey's arse. If you want to lose your rag, have at it," I invited. "It's not my promotion you'll be making a dog's breakfast out of, but your own. Now, I suggest you get yourself knotted," I ordered, before turning to Jack. "Shall we find out seats?" I had reached my limit with Bones for one day and wanted away from the infernal man.
-X-
"Dad!" Sam arrived at the pavilion full of energy with Emily. I had been separated from them during our tour when I had been approached by two fellow Officers from the Black Rats. Emily had agreed to continue Sam's tour while I caught up with my colleagues.
"You've arrived just in time," I smirked. "Your Gran was starting to worry."
"You won't believe who we ran into…" Sam began with great excitement only to be suddenly interrupted by Emily.
"How about we tell your Dad and Gran who you saw after the parade?" she suggested before sending an anxious look in Mum's direction.
"But, Aunt Em, I want…"
"Not now, sweetheart," Mum cut off my son. "Prince Harry will be arriving any moment. Now, why don't you help me with my camera. You know I am hopeless with the zoom feature and I want to ensure that I take good photos of Andrew," she promptly changed the subject.
-X-
"Why does Bones always have to be such an irritating prat?" I asked Jack once we sat in our seats and waited for the proceedings to begin. Fortunately, Bones was seated near the front of the pavilion with the other Officers who would be participating in the day's events along with the VIP guests and dignitaries.
"I'm not sure which is hotter right now. His temper or the temperature outside?"
"That's a tough one," I fanned myself with my program. "As annoyed as I am about the Victoria Cross nonsense, I'm relieved that he was nice to Sammy. Given how Bones feels about Sam's father, I was terrified that he would act like complete bastard towards Sam."
"He's actually good with kids."
"That, I find hard to believe. Having five younger brothers and sisters of my own, I can attest to the fact that the little bleeders try the patience of a saint. Bones, as we both know, has zero patience."
"Wait until you see him with Ella and Mia," Jack smirked.
"Who are Ella and Mia?" he had piqued my curiosity.
"Bones hasn't mentioned them to you?"
"No."
"Bloody typical," Jack rolled his eyes. "Ella and Mia are his nieces," he explained. "Identical twin nieces. The little hellions are coming up on age five and have Bones completely wrapped around their little fingers. Assuming Victoria keeps up with her incessant nagging that Bones bring you to Winchcombe for a visit, you should get the opportunity to meet them. Between his mum, Ella, and Mia, the man does not get a moment's peace in Winchcombe. If you ask me, it's bloody hilarious and exactly what the shirty bastard deserves," Jack laughed.
"Now this I will have to see," I giggled. "That is, if our relationship progresses to that point. The way I feel right now, I might to tell him to sod off for good."
"Somehow I don't see Bones agreeing to that, Molly," Jack warned.
"We'll see about that," I rolled my eyes.
-X-
The arrival of Prince Harry, the Sovereign's representative, marked the beginning of the proceedings. The Sovereign's Parade began with Prince Harry inspecting the Cadets. Next was the Trooping of the Colour. Jack explained to me that the honour of the Trooping of the Colour is awarded to best platoon and that each platoon competes for the honour in a competition designed to test both endurance and teamwork schools. We then watched the Cadets parade before the Sovereign, which was truly a magnificent spectacle, especially when I know from personal experience how much effort and practice goes into the choreographed marches and how important it is for each Cadet to be perfectly in synch with one another.
"How are you holding up?" Jack whispered in my ear as the parade progressed.
"I'm feeling very warm," I confessed.
"Have some more water," Jack handed me my bottle. "We still have to listen to Prince Harry's address and then he will present the awards."
"Right," I nodded as I felt my stomach lurch.
-X-
Prince Harry gave an engaging and memorable address to the Cadets, which included anecdotes from his own time at Sandhurst. He also managed to make a few jokes about the oppressive heat. Once he completed his speech, he then invited the Commandant of the Academy and Vice Chief of Defence Staff to join him in presenting the awards.
I was thrilled when Andrew was announced as the recipient of the Sword of Honour. I could only imagine the pride Edward and Jacqueline felt in their youngest son. Especially when Edward had been a recipient of the Sword himself. It was blinding that all three James men… I stopped myself. I wasn't going to think about him or the fact that he had also been awarded the Sword. Instead, I would be happy for Andrew and everything that he had accomplished.
-X-
The Sovereign's Parade ended with the Cadets leaving the parade ground via the Grand Steps of the Old College building, followed by the Adjutant of the Academy on horseback.
"Molly, are you, all right?" Jack gave me a worried look as we stood in the pavilion watching the Cadets and Prince Harry leave the parade ground. "You look very pale."
"I'm feeling a bit peaky from the heat," I admitted, as my knees nearly buckled.
"Hold my arm," Jack instructed. "As soon as we can leave our seats, we will find somewhere cool for you to sit and get you some cold water," he promised.
"Thanks, Jack. I'm sorry for being such a bother today."
"You're never a bother, Molly," he assured.
-X-
As soon as it was possible to leave the pavilion, I walked to the ladies' room where I proceeded to dry heave over the toilet on wobbly legs. I felt utterly wretched from the intense heat. Given the the weakened condition that my body was still in, I questioned whether I could make it
through the luncheon. The last thing Bones needed was for me to chunder in the middle of his speech.
"Pull yourself together, Dawesey," I whispered to myself, as I slowly pulled myself upright from where I had been crouched over the toilet.
I cautiously walked over to the sink and turned the tap on to splash cold water on my face, the back of my neck, and my wrists. Hopefully it would help me refresh myself.
Looking into the mirror above the sink, I couldn't help but notice that Jack was right, I did look pale. I also had dark circles under my eyes. While I had felt as if my make-up had literally melted off from the heat, the setting spray Max had recommended had ensured it hadn't. At least I could be grateful for that. My hair had also managed to stay tightly coiled. While I didn't look like a complete disaster, I definitely did not look my best.
With a shaky hand, I touched up my lipstick, added some more powder to my face, and slowly walked towards the exit. Hopefully Jack would be waiting outside with Bones.
-X-
I had stopped in the Officers' Mess to use the toilet before joining my family on the Grand Steps of the Old College building for family photos. The luncheon was not due to start for another thirty minutes, which would give my mum plenty of time to satisfy her desire for photos. Stepping out into the blazing sunshine, I immediately did a double take.
"It can't be," I whispered, as I felt my heart start to race, my body break out into a cold sweat.
I had imagined this moment so many times, that I knew it couldn't possibly be real. It had to be a figment of my imagination. In all the scenarios I had imagined, I had never imagined this. I tried to rationalize that the woman standing across from me couldn't possibly be her. The Molly I knew was a free-spirited bohemian, not this stiff, refined creature looking every bit the Sloane ranger.
As hard as I tried to justify that the woman standing before me could not be Molly, deep down I knew it was her. My body would recognise her anywhere. I was the moth to her flame. Only Molly could fuel such a desperate need in me. It didn't matter that she despised me, or that I would never forgive myself for what I had done to her, all that mattered was seeing the only woman I had ever truly loved again. I yearned to look into her beautiful green eyes, smell her distinctive fragrance, and feel the comfort that only her presence could bring to my desolate existence. All that mattered in that moment was seeing the woman I would love until my dying day. For when I had jumped off that cliff in Bangladesh, ready to end things, it was Molly who had been the last thing I had seen.
-X-
"Not again," I sighed, while waiting for Bones and Jack, as the familiar nausea returned, followed by a feeling of light headedness.
I looked around, hoping to locate Bones and Jack, when my eyes were suddenly captured by a pair of familiar brown eyes. Eyes, that I had hoped to never see again.
"N-no," I choked, as I found myself trapped by his intense stare. This couldn't possibly be happening, not here, not now. He wasn't supposed to be here.
My light headedness and nausea increased as I saw him approach. Soon my heart was pounding with each determined step he took. I started seeing spots in my vision as my panic intensified.
As much as I wanted to flee, my body was paralysed with shock. I tried to look away, but I was trapped by the intensity of his gaze. My body trembled uncontrollably as he came closer. There was no possibility of escape, not when he was standing before me for the first time in nearly two years…
"Molly," he breathed, before my world went suddenly went black and I felt myself fall into an endless abyss.