Chapter 2 here! I wrote this at the same time as the first so it should flow quite well. AOR

I woke the next morning at first light. The rain was still falling heavily. I sat up and threw the covers off. Baldrick was in the kitchen, making coffee. George was sat at the table, looking unusually pale and tired. He ran his hand through his brown hair, making it stand up even more. I distinctly heard him tossing and turning in the night.

"Morning, Mr. B." Baldrick came out of the kitchen, clutching three cups of coffee. He handed me one, kept one for himself and gave the last one to George. Looking thankful, George wrapped his long fingers around the cracked cup.

"Good morning Balders." I replied, sipping the hot water with brown flecks floating around in it. As soon as I spoke, the field telephone rang. Sighing, I picked it up.

"Captain Blackadder speaking."

"Darling here, Blackadder."

"Ah Darling. Always a chore, never a pleasure. What do you want?" I said as dryly as possible.

"Captains orders. You, Lieutenant George and the monkey are to come to HQ for secret reasons that will be disclosed when you get here. Understood."

"Perfectly Darling. We'll be there in half an hour." On that note I hung up. Baldrick and George looked up expectantly. "Those idiots at HQ want us up there. I said we'll be there in half an hour so we can at least have breakfast." Baldrick nodded and fetched the ration box. George placed a hand on his stomach and scooted away from the food.

"Actually, sir, I'm not hugely hungry. I think I'll give this one a miss." He stood up hastily and went to survey the land outside our dugout. I shrugged at Baldrick.

"Ah well. More for us." Baldrick replied as we tucked into our breakfast. I munched a piece of bread thoughtfully, wondering why George wasn't hungry. Usually he ate when he could as soon as he was told he was allowed to.

"Do you think there's something wrong with the Lieutenant, Baldrick?"

"No, sir. Do you?"

"Well he's been acting rather strangely. Haven't you noticed?"

"No sir."

"I don't think he slept very much last night. I heard him tossing."

"Maybe he had a nightmare?"

I scoffed. "George, having nightmares? He's not four, Baldrick. Though he does have the same mental capacity." I instantley regretted these last words as I saw George standing at the door and looking very pale and suprised. He ran back through the doorway. Baldrick was staring at me.

"There's definetley something wrong , sir."

"I know. He never really gets upset when I insult him. At least if he does, he hides it very well." The guilt began to burn in the pit of my stomach. Had I really hurt George's feelings? Or was something else going on? George stumbled back into the dugout, eyes slightly shiny and vainly trying to straighten his hair. He wouldn't look at me.

"We should go to HQ, sir."

"Yes. Yes we should. Come along now Baldrick. Off we go."