The drive back home was deadly silent. Molly stared out of the window, twisting her hands nervously in her lap. Charles peered over at her occasionally, wondering what he could possibly say to her. He guessed it was probably something to do with what she'd seen during her latest tour. He knew all to well how those memories could come back to haunt you. But this... Well, this was just unthinkable.

When they eventually reached the house, after what felt like an eternity, they both wordlessly climbed out of the car- molly trailing behind Charles as he made his way through to the kitchen.

"I don't think a cup of tea is going to fix this Charles." Molly sighed, sitting down at the table. She looked absolutely drained. She'd thought that by telling Charles she might finally get some relief from everything that he'd been weighing on her mind- but instead of feeling as though the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders it had only gotten heavier.

"I wasn't trying to fix it." He said quietly as he poured the water in to the cups. If he was honest he had no idea at all what he was trying to do. Restore some kind of normality maybe? Then again, how was that even possible after what he'd just found out.

Carrying the mugs over to the table he sat down opposite Molly, who was hidden behind a curtain of her hair as she stared intently at a scratch on the table. There was a long silence as Charles waited for her to speak, to offer him something- anything- but he knew it was wishful thinking.

"We need to talk about this Molly." He said eventually, when it became clear she wasn't about to start the conversation they so desperately needed to have.

"Do we really have to do this now Charles?" She sighed, looking up at him and pushing her hair back off her face. "I can tell you now that I've been over and over what happened that day in my mind, wondering what i should've done differently. It hasn't changed anything and it's not going to."

"It's not about that!" He protested.

"What is it about then?" She asked, and he could detect the slight tone of accusation in her voice. He was treading on thin ice.

"It's about the fact that we are supposed to be a team Molly! You can't just keep these things from me! We are supposed to talk about these things. I've been going out of my mind worrying about you, then you just drop a bombshell like that and don't expect that I might want to talk about it?" He paused for breath. "It was my baby too Molly." He added much more softly.

All her anger dissipated at those last six words. He was right, it was his baby too- his baby that he'd never get to meet because of her. What had she been thinking? It was reckless and foolish to think she could go out there and nothing would go wrong. She didn't think she'd ever be able to forgive herself for what she'd allowed to happen.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself slightly she looked up at Charles. "You're right- it was your baby to... And that's what's made this a hundred times worse Charles. I have to live with the fact that your baby- our baby- is dead because of me... Because I made the decision to walk out of base and go on that stupid patrol... Because of the fact I thought I was invincible, that nothing could possibly go wrong! And now every time I see you look at Sam, I have to deal with the fact that you're never going to get to look at our baby that way, because I ruined it." She rubbed at her eyes as a few stray tears threatened to fall.

Charles was rendered speechless for a few moments, trying to process everything she'd just said. He'd hardly been able to process what had happened in his mind, let alone trying to understand everything that Molly was feeling. "You can't blame yourself for this Molly. It was an accident." He reached across the table for her hand but she snatched it back out of his reach.

"An accident that wouldn't have happened if I'd been more careful." She said coldly, before pushing her chair back and standing up. "I'm going for a walk, I need some time to think."

"Molly, wait!" Charles called after her as she disappeared through the door. He got up to chase after her and stop her, but the front door slammed loudly before he could get there and he was left, once again, standing in an empty house.