Alrighty then! Here is another one-shot. This is set before Molly goes on her second tour to train the Afghan medics.

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She took one step at the time; one foot before the other. Slowly getting herself to her destination. The sole of her shoes made a familiar noise on the wet grass of the Boleyn Ground. Too familiar. She took in the smell that reminded her of the last time she was here in the company of someone else. Someone who couldn't be here today. Deep down in her heart she hoped he was watching from above, smiling down on her.

She walked around the pitch, surrounded by thirty thousand West Ham United F.C. fans, cheering her on. Among those fans were the boys of Two Section, her man Charles and the rest of her family. After a long internal battle she had decided to bring her dad as her special guest, since he really wanted to meet his hero's. He had been so proud of her, especially after receiving the Military Cross, that she couldn't deny him this opportunity. He would probably never get one like this.

In the middle of this stadium she stopped and turned around. She took in a deep breath before turning on the microphone. Slowly the people occupying this massive construction stopped cheering, returning to their silent selves for only a few moments. She cleared her throat before bringing the microphone to her mouth. "I would like to dedicate this match to one of my closest mates. Dylan Smith", she said.

"Smurf", she added to the words. "Rest in peace, mate. You'll be missed."

She put the microphone next to her, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat the moment she uttered his name. The name that had caused her to cry like a fucking idiot if somebody even mentioned him to her. Even now, in front of these people, she didn't have the strength to control her emotions. The tears didn't have the decency to wait for when she would be alone, or with her captain for that matter. They always showed themselves on the most inconvenient moments.

When she had decided to actually stand in the middle of this stadium, she talked to Ben to ask him if she could dedicate this to a personal friend of hers. She had sent them a few photographs of Smurf, so the rest of the fans could see who she was referring to. Those photos were now shown on the screens on either side of the green field.

It felt so weird standing here, surrounded by acres of wet grass. This was the place where he fell down, the place that started an awful journey, eventually leading him to his death. She could still remember the way he collapsed in front of the goal post after he made his first goal. They had spent such a lovely day together, she never once imagined that it would end like that.

She swallowed one more time before she started to make her way back to the sidelines, where her dad was currently waiting for her.

The voice of Adele filled the small pub close to the stadium. All of Two Section retreated themselves to this pub after they had watched the match. The football team had preformed a bloody miracle since they actually won this one. She had been cheering, yelling together with her dad at the top of her lungs when West Ham actually made a goal.

Despite the happiness that came with West Ham winning, she couldn't help but feel sad. She was happy in her life, but sometimes it felt wrong to be so happy. If she was being happy, she would forget a person like Smurf and he was someone she never wanted to forget.

Her trail of thoughts was interrupted when someone nudged her shoulder. She turned her head and found Mansfield sitting next to her. "Come on, Molls", he said. "Cheer up. West Ham did win the match, they're alright. Not as good as The Rams, though."

"Shut the fuck up, Mansfield", Fingers yelled in the background.

"No-one beats The Rams, no-one!" He stood up, his hand proudly against his chest, like he was giving praise to some god. A small smile appeared on her face. The boys of her section always managed to make her laugh.

Mansfield sat down again, his face being all serious at the moment. "Smurf wouldn't want you to be sad, Molls."

"You think so?"

"Yeah", he said, while took a sip of his beer. "He would want you to be happy."

She smiled. "Thanks, Mansfield."

"Anytime, Dawesy. Anytime."

She looked across the table at the one person that had been her rock over the past couple of weeks. He had been there when the nightmares worsened, holding her when she would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming.

Or the moment when she felt the most happy. In his arms she felt safe, protected from everything and everyone in the world. He was always there for her, putting aside his problems to help her. That man loved her unconditionally and she loved him. That was the only thing that got her through this. It helped her deal with the death of Smurf.

The team must have noticed her and Charles zoning out on the rest of them. "So", Baz said as a response to their behavior. "You and the boss man, eh?"

"What about me and Charles?" When she mentioned the captain's first name, Charles almost choked on his beer, not expecting her to reveal his first name to the rest of the section.

"Charles?", Nude-nut laughed. "Ha, fucking hilarious!"

"Yeah, Molls. What have you and our Charlie been up to?", Mansfield Mike said, the joy audible in his voice, while he wiggled his ginger colored eyebrows.

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right. You've been doin' some exercising, help him rehabilitate." Baz Vegas started to make kissing noises, pursing his lips to support the weird noises he was making. Soon after the rest of the section joined their fellow soldiers, making the same noises and the same face.

The captain was still sitting across the table from her, not saying a word or doing something to make them stop. He simply displayed a cheeky smile on his face. This was probably revenge for her revealing his first name. "Shut up, you fucking twats!"

"Molly and the boss man, sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G", they all sung together. Charles and Molly looked at each other and both started to laugh at the same time.