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"With what you both told me I think you both need to be separated. I am sorry. Rules are rules and they are there for the well-being of others." Major Beck said looking at the Chest fallen Captain and then to the Private. "Dawes pack up your kit and meet me back here once I have asked for a replacement medic. Again. I am sorry." However Molly didn't answer. She looked blankly at the Major feeling as though her knees were going to buckle. Everything was meant to go fine, they were meant to be able to be together both on tour and out, but it was just a cruel joke her mind had decided to play on her. Making her think that it was even a possibility, leaving her now with nothing. She was going to have to leave two sections, the boys she saw as her brothers but most importantly she was going to have to leave her love. She felt like the Major in front of her had plunged his hand into her chest and ripped out her heart. How was she going to cope? Captain James had always been her rock even when she didn't know it. He had made her fight for approval, be the best damn medic she could be without even meaning to. She couldn't move to a new section not now, not when she was needed here. Or was it that she needed to be here to be herself. 'Lady lucky my arse more like Temptress fuck up.' she thought not even caring that it didn't make sense just being too distraught with what was happening. What if she left and once they got back to England he didn't want anything to do with her? She couldn't handle it. Her breathing began going faster the more she panicked, going all light headed as she continued to breath faster.
However the scene that played before her were all in her imagination, in reality Major Beck had about to give them the answer when he was interrupted by her sudden panic attack. "With what you both told me I think you both... Private Dawse are you okay?" He quickly asked her as he saw she had gone pale, her breathing rapid. Captain James hadn't even noticed to wrapped up in his own little mental battle however his head instantly snapped to look at her. Without thinking he rushed to her side, going in front of her, facing her and took her face between his hands softly as he forced her too look into his eyes. "Molly. Listen to me Molly. Listen to the sound of my voice." He spoke smoothly, his eyes locked with hers never leaving her. "Come back to me. Everything is okay." As he spoke her breathing began slowing down until she was pulled back into reality. Blinking up at him she looked up at him confused "What happened Boss? One minute Major Beck was tellin' us that we couldn't be together and I had to move, next you're 'ere in front of me." The Captain chuckled half heartedly he forehead against hers. "He hasn't yet told us if we can or can't, it was just a dream... though doing what I've done I think I've fucked it up for us..." he let out a sigh closing his eyes. "I... I just got so scared and needed you to be okay..."
Major Beck watched as the two soldiers held their own conversation like he wasn't in the room. He though it was sweet and he knew there was something serious there not just a tour fling. The Major had never seen Captain James like this with anyone but his son, even Rebecca was never held this high, he would have never risked everything for her. Allowing them a bit more time he coughed indicating that he wanted their attention. Captain James instantly moved to the side standing almost to attention looking at his superior. "Captain James. Private Dawes. I have no problem with the pair of you being together on this tour." he said putting emphasis on 'this'. He couldn't speak for anyone else but himself and as he was the one running this tour he didn't mind. "Keep it professional, On duty you are Private and CO, what you do in your own time and in your own space in none of my business though there is one condition." Both James and Dawes held their breath waiting for what the condition was. "You have to tell your section."
