"Come on, spill the beans" Brains said with a certain air of half sympathy, half not this shit again as he pushed a glass of wine towards her.
"What?" She snapped "Moll you've just come back from a mission with SF. You should be bouncing off the walls instead you've got a face like a slapped arse"
She took a massive swig and enjoyed the cool sensation as she felt it slide down her throat. "It just gets a bit much sometimes, being so close to him ... and 'er. I don't know wether I wanna buy her a drink and thank her for doing me a favour in the long run or punch her perfect eyebrows off her perfect face"
Brains couldn't help but laugh at the matter of fact-ness that was Molly Dawes. "If it helps she is sorry. She regrets it all, maybe you'd find a bit of peace if you spoke to her, clear the air maybe? No ones saying you have to be mates... but you could try?"
She rolled her eyes at him "know it all toss pot ain't ya" she smiled "Ill be training the new recruits with her so not gonna have much of a choice but to speak to the little cow am I?"
He noted the change in her as Charles made his entrance "Has he been alright? He seems a bit... I dunno, a bit something... I can't put my finger on"
"I know the brigs on his back, we're being deployed and he's doesn't seem sure bossman is up to the job. Something to do with his counselling but you didn't hear that from me alright? And he can't run for shit with that leg either. Taliban done a number on it I tell ya. And the terrain where we're headed isn't exactly gonna be helpful to someone with a bad leg. So he's fucked and if he's fucked, were fucked"
Her stomach did anxious somersaults at the thought of him being deployed. She'd been avoiding him since the ball, going to massive lengths to stop him from even seeing her and now here he was...By himself, obviously looking for her.
"Boss did you want a drink?" Brains shouted across to him. "Ah fuck" he cried as Molly kicked him hard under the table "Go on then Brains, as your offering. Looks like my company has stood me up so I'll join you in one before I hit the road"
Charles and Molly glared at each other "Right then... I'll get that drink" he said uncomfortably watching their exchange "You've been avoiding me?" His tone was revealing. He was hurting. "No shit, hope you ain't wondering why" he bit his lip "I'm sorry, I know I've let you down again and I know how lucky I am that you even considered giving me another chance. All I can say is sorry and ask for you to actually fucking listen to me" He attempted to take her hand under the table before she snatched it away "I've got nothing to say. There's nothing I want from you. Just fuck off"
She grabbed her coat and was gone in a flash.
"Sorry Sir, I'd better go after her" Brains said awkwardly, moving just as quickly as she did after thrusting his pint at him.
He sat with his head in his hands and wanted nothing more than to toss the pint at the wall. What a fucking mess he'd made once again.
-OG-
Georgie hovered awkwardly outside the room she would now share with Molly. This was the price they were paying for being the best medics on offer.
She gave Molly a shy smile and offered her the tea she'd picked up for her along the way. It was no surprise when she declined.
"Look Moll. I'm sorry, I'll never stop being sorry and I'd hate me too if the shoe was on the other foot"
"Look let's just agree to keep it civil for the sake of the recruits. I don't want another lot of soldiers discussing my private life and laughing at my mate shagging my husband. Just let me be Georgie, please"
Molly's eyes filled with tears, weakness was the last thing she wanted to show her. She'd worked too hard to move on from the hurt they had caused her.
