I'm sorry this has taken me a few days to upload, but work has been ridiculously busy. Thank you to everyone for the kind reviews and messages; I'm glad you all enjoyed the previous chapter. An extra thank you to Donna for giving me the inspiration for this chapter x

"Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee," Mansfield sang, skipping the length of the mess tent. He ran his hand through the curly wig on his head, before coming to a stop, and placing his hand on his hip, jutting it out and posing for his audience. 2 Section all looked up from their breakfasts, mixtures of sausages and eggs suddenly spilling out of their mouths as the erupted into fits of laughter.

"You ginger twat," Fingers shouted out, throwing a bread roll in his direction. It missed by a fraction, catapulting within a hair's breadth of his cheek.

"You're just jealous. My mum says I've got more than a passing resemble to Prince Harry."

"Shut up!" The group groaned in unison.

"Oi, when are we gonna be watching that video thing back?" Molly asked them. It had been several days since they'd filmed it and she was desperate to see the finished article.

"Today," Captain James said, appearing behind her. His presence brought the tent to a sudden, uncomfortable silence. He looked across at the boys before turning back to Molly. "A word outside, Dawes."

Molly followed him behind the tent, a secluded spot that nobody ever ventured near. As soon as they were out of sight he pushed her up against the wall of sandbags, his mouth on hers in an instant; his lips pressing hard against hers, devouring her with irrepressible hunger. His hands explored across her back, touching her skin and enjoying their brief moment of relative privacy.

"Missed me?" She asked, a cheeky grin etched across her face.

"How could I not?" He rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. "Can you do me a favour?"

"What?"

He stepped away slightly to remove his shirt, revealing his incredible body to her. Just as she was enjoying the view, he suddenly turned his back to her. "I've got an itch right in the middle and I can't reach it." Molly chuckled, gently scratching his back until he was satisfied. "You are an absolute angel. I can never understand why the severity of an itch is always inversely proportional to the ability to reach it."

"What, boss?"

"The harder it is to reach, the more it itches."

"Oh…right. So when are we gonna watch this video then?"

"Right now actually, that's why I was coming to find you all. The lads will be busy this afternoon transferring everything across to the new R&R area, and I'm afraid you have been volunteered to work a shift at the hospital this evening."

"Volunteered? By who?"

"That would be me," he muttered the words slowly, cautiously. "You see I might need my blisters tending to at say… 1800 hours? It's purely a coincidence that you'll be starting there at that precise moment in time."

"Course it is."

"Mm," he smiled, kissing her again. "This is crazy."

"You're crazy more like. Wanting to be with me…I think you suffer some form of insanity, Sir."

"I don't suffer insanity, Dawes, I enjoy every minute."

Molly couldn't help but giggle. "You're proper weird."

"You love me really."

Molly's face fell, unsure of how to respond. They barely knew each other and here he was referring to love. She was sure if was just one of those things, just a saying, an off the cuff remark; he didn't really mean it. But it still left her startled all the same. Captain James picked up on her unease, his brain working in overdrive to find a way to backtrack.

"So this video?" Molly interrupted the awkward silence. "Now?"

"Yeah…yes. Can you get everyone together in the briefing hall? Major Beck has arranged for us to use it for a short time."

She nodded, walking quickly back to the mess tent where the boys were. They'd all finished eating and were now busy mucking around; the Grease theme was still clearly on their minds.

"Born to hand-jive, baby, born to hand-jive, baby"

The boys all stood, stumbling their way through the dances moves. She wasn't sure if they were doing it correctly, but they were certainly doing it with conviction. She spotted Qaseem on his usual bench, and sat down beside him so that they could watch and laugh together. The boys were all having fun so she didn't want to disturb them just yet. Especially when Baz appeared with a broom and the boys all started taking it in turns to limbo underneath it.

"How low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go"

At times like this, she realised that they really were the best second family she could possibly wish for.

"Come on, Molls, have a go!" Smurf shouted over, beckoning for her to join them. Molly responded with a shrug of uncertainty.

"Do you remember what I said to you?" Qaseem asked her, deliberately talking quietly. "Have fun. Forget your worries and move on."

Molly grinned, patting Qaseem's hand by way of thanks, and running over to the boys and attempting to limbo herself. She leaned backwards, stretching her back as far as it would physically allow. She swore the boys were lowering it further, making it even harder for her. Yet somehow she still made it underneath and was met with high-fives from everyone.

"Yes, Molly!"

"Come on you fuck-muppets, let's go watch this video."