The idea of this chapter popped up to me during school today (very inconvenient time, since I have to actually pay attention in class, haha). I worked on it during school. I hope you like it.

Enjoy :)

Molly sighed, before walking out of the mess tent after she had her dinner. A soft wind blew across the ground of the current FOB where Two Section were staying at, making the sand of the Sahara desert touch her face or every other part of her skin it could find. They were stationed in the amazing country of Kenya – she had seen such amazing and beautiful sights on patrol – and were part of the British Peace Support Team.

She loved being on tour, feeling like she was making a difference in the lives of the locals. Without getting involved, of course. Charles made her promise not to get involved in the lives of the locals, even though he knew deep down it was pointless for her to keep that promise. She wanted to get involved, change people's lives. It was all she ever wanted.

She missed. God, did she miss him!

"Molls!", someone screamed in the background, getting her back from her realm of thoughts, pulling her back to the reality. "Post's here!"

She turned around to the place Two Sections were hanging out, walking towards them. "Do I have anything?", she asked Fingers, who was currently standing behind the gunny. He rummaged in it, not before taking a medium sized package out of it.

"Miss Molly Dawes", he said, wiggling his eye brows. He spun it around between his two index fingers, before handing it to her. "I'm smellin' some lovin' from the Captain", he said, not before actually smelling the package and shaking it around a bit, like a child wanting to know what was in his Christmas present.

"Maybe there some intimate pics on a more personal level", Baz Vegas added.

"You're excused, Dawesy", Mansfield chipped in.

"Seriously", Molly said, before taking the package from Fingers. "Shut up!" She sat down next to the rest of the section. She ripped it open, like she had seen her brothers and sisters do when they got their birthday presents, revealing the multi-coloured swimming pool from the first tour they had spent together.

"Oi, you lucky girl!", Nute-nut exclaimed.

She smiled at Charles' thoughtfulness. During their Skype-date a few weeks ago she joked that the swimming pool would be very welcome here, especially with the nights being incredibly hot and sweaty. She never thought he would actually send it to her. And last night when she spoke to him he had said he had a surprise waiting for her.

"He did say he had a surprise waitin' for me."

"Maybe we can take a bath together every morning", Baz said, most likely to mock her.

"Hell no! It's my very own swimming pool", she said, emphasizing on the word own. She pointed at the rest of the section, before continuing: "And you lot ain't gonna get any of that."

"I just wanted you to rub my back, Dawesy", Baz said, striking the tone of a young child not getting his way. "You know these bed fuck up me sensitive back. Why wouldn't you do that favour for me?"

She chuckled. "Cos I ain't ever wanna see more of you than I already have."

Brains stood up, finally mingling in the current conversation of Two Section. "Dawesy", he said, putting his arm around her and making some undecipherable handgestures. "As a medic you have to take care of our wellbeing. You don't want a reputation as a bad medic, do ya?".

"I already look after ya enough." Brains let go of her shoulder, playfully putting his hands up in surrender, the grin on his face still very present.

"He's changing you, Molls", Dangleberries said, contributing to Two Sections' new object they were taking a piss at. "Can't you see?" He tried to pretend to have a serious talk with her, like a father would do with his daughter, but she knew that he was just teasing her. Everyone was taking the piss out of her!

"He's not", she contradicted her section. "He loves me!" She pulled the package close to her chest, like it meant the world to her and if someone else took it, it would break her heart.

"We've got a case of Stockholm-syndrome there, lads", Dangleberries said.

"Hmm… yeah definitely", Brains said to back up his fellow soldier.

"That ain't good", Fingers added.

"Think we need to have a chat with Kinders", Baz chipped in. After she was called on this tour she heard that Kinders had gotten a promotion. He was now team leader of Two Section, currently holding the rank of Sergeant.

"Oh, wil you wankers just stop it!", she said, well more like yelled. Two section started to laugh. Ugh, stupid wankers. She was going to get revenge on them. Maybe do some extensive tests during the next medical check-up.

She turned around, ready to start unpacking the swimming pool and inflating it. Maybe she could throw in an hour of relaxation in there, before showering and going to bed. "Oi, Molls. Where you goin'?", Nude-nut asked.

She turned around again, facing the questioning looks of Two Section. "I thought I was excused?", she said, using the words of Mansfield against them. Her words were followed by one of her notorious cheeky smiles. That was at least what Charles' called it when she was teasing him.

She made her way to the female quarters, followed by blows and whistles from the rest of the team. When she arrived at the tent she shared with a few other female soldiers, she walked over to her bed and plumped down on it. She took the envelope that was attached to the box containing the swimming pool and opened it.

It read:

My dearest Molly,

How are you doing over there? The house is so quiet without you, or your laughter for that matter. That always brightens my day, not even the Rosabaya could have that effect on me and that says something!

Yesterday Sam came around. We went to the Bristol Zoo Gardens and had an amazing time. During the quick lunch he mentioned that he missed you and he says he wants to come with me when I pick you up from Brize Norton. So this has been decided for you. You have no say in this whatsoever.

Before I end this letter I just want to let you know that I love you. I think about you all the time, wishing you safe. Lying next to me in bed, smiling down at me or running you hand through my hair. I miss you.

Be careful.

Always yours,

Charles James

Ps; Don't enjoy the swimming pool too much. Gives you no time to be a brilliant medic, like I know you are ;)

While reading the letter tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. Every time he wrote a letter to her, it made these damned tears appear, like she was some hormonal, pregnant woman who couldn't control her emotions.

Letters like these made her going, made her strive to be brilliant like he said she would during their first date. And she had tried, tried her hardest to be good at her job. It made her feel like she was making a difference in someone's live.

She laid back onto the bed, closing her eyes while holding on to the letter like her life depended on it. She was blessed with such a support back home, even her mom and nan had written her letters. She smiled. She was happy, even when she currently lived in the most crappy conditions in the FOB.

She was incredibly blessed.

First of all, thank you very much for the reviews of the last chapters. Those are really appreciated, and make me keep going. I never thought I was good at writing "angst" in a good way, so the reviews really make my day!

As you may have noticed I have changed the names of the chapters, giving them the month that the one shot takes place, since I don't write in chronological order. To make it more clear…

And as always, a review would make me a very happy writer! Thanks for reading.. :)