Since you've been gone

18

Molly

Everything about this mission. From the second I stepped onto the tarmac at Brize has been a disaster.

Smurf. Fucking Smurf and his platoon of fellow twats have been drafted in as support because it went tits up the second we got here. The fact that the restraining order had expired ruined any chance of me being taken off the team.

Signal is also patchy at best here in the back arse of nowhere somewhere in Bangladesh so I haven't been able to talk to my Charles as much as I was hoping. And I have plenty of time on my hands for over thinking and missing him.

He seems sad but promises he's doing okay and is working hard and I have to believe that even though I can see in his eyes he's lying to me.

What was meant to be a couple of weeks has turned into a month already with no sign of things being resolved as Bones struggles to gather the intel he needs to wrap this thing up.

We've got on well me and Bones, despite the fact that he looks at me like he wants to have me for dinner and has offered himself up more times than I care to remember and I hate to admit that it doesn't piss me off as much as I thought it would. It does however make me miss Charles even more. I miss his arms around me and watching his facial expressions as he gets lost in his favourite book. The way his skin feels against mine and the way I'm the only who can touch his bad leg without him flinching. I miss the intimacy we share. The love and friendship between us. If being here has done nothing for me so far, It has at least shown me that life on tour isn't for me anymore but I don't want to leave the army entirely. My body aches for the familiarity of home and him.

-OG-

Molly tossed her phone onto the table more violently than intended. She had searched everywhere for WiFi. Her heart aching for Charles. She settled into a grotty bar, willing him to pick up.

"Didn't your father ever tell you that pretty girls, alone in foreign bars usually spells trouble?"

Molly laughed "My Dad was too pissed up my whole existence to teach me anything except how not to live my life"

Bones smiled at her sadly "well, still a valuable lesson even if it was the only one he ever taught you. You've done well for yourself"

She threw the phone again in frustration and not getting Charles.

"He's probably at physio or boring that son of his to death. Have a glass of wine with me and try him again shortly will you? Can't have my medic stressed. Need you on top form"

One glass turned into several, the easy banter between them heightened by lost inhibitions "I'm pissed as a newt" she announced with slurred speech "and I'm pretty sure the Brig is gonna hang you by your little nuts for this" she giggled "and me and all. I should go"

Bones placed his hand gently on her arm "I think we both know I've got you covered when it comes to the Brig. And enough of the little... There is nothing inadequate about my nuts"

Molly laughed hysterically "I bet if I had nuts, they'd still be bigger than yours..."

He met her eyes which were full of mischief underneath a blanket of long, dark eyelashes. Beautiful and sparkling in the dim light of the bar.

She was so beautiful, kind and funny and like no one he had ever met before. He picked up her small hand in the pretence of studying her small fingers. Relieved she didn't pull away.

"How do you get anything done with those.. little sausages"

The joke was lost on her "Scott... don't" she protested his touch but her voice lacked conviction.