(Been a while since posting anything new and rather nervous.)
Set after Ruth's return.
Chapter one
Having forgotten her car keys Ruth returned to the grid. Flustered at the prospect of running late for her evening plans she whipped the forgotten keys from off her desk and span back round to begin her advance to the pods. It was then that a distant vocal melody caught her ears, it was coming from Harry's office…
Her evening momentarily on hold, this was simply too intriguing, Ruth found herself drawn to the doorway where she witnessed a sight she couldn't quite believe.
A tie-less Harry sat slouched in his chair, eyes closed and oblivious to her. Ear phones in he sang grandly to Areosmith's 'I Don't wanna miss a thing'.
…"Don't wanna close my eyes!"
Ruth was glad he did have his eyes closed, this was a side of Harry she'd not seen before. She liked it.
I doon't wanna faaaall asleep cos I miss ya baby, and I don't wanna miss a thi-iing.
Cos even when I dream of yooou"
She wondered if he had ever dreamt of her…
"The sweetest dream will nerrrr-ver do,"
…She'd dreamt of him.
I still miss ya baby, and I don't wanna miss a thii-ing!"
They'd defiantly missed more than just 'a thing' they'd missed out on everything.
,
Ruth smiled, the situation was simply too unbelievable. For a start it was Harry was singing, enough said. But the unexpected choice of song made the scene only more surreal. Yet the notion he was open to the odd ballad was an encouraging one. 'Perhaps there is a romantic buried under there somewhere'.
The initial shock and awe factor was fading and she was now trying hard to supress a growing giggle that co-in sided with his over-animated facial expressions. Just as she decided she should try creep away, spare him the embarrassment she knew he'd bear if he were caught, he briefly cracked open his eyes and clocked her.
Immediately Harry shut his mouth, ripped the earphones from off his head and in under a quarter second was sat bolt upright, the look of sheer mortification plastered across his face.
Ruth's grin grew, spreading the full distance across her face; her eyebrows raised him a questioning glance.
"I was er- I was Just-" he shrugged knowing how pathetic he sounded.
"Singing?" Her amusement built.
"Yes." He winced.
Her grin faded to a more sincere smile as she paid him a genuine compliment, "And not half badly, Harry." She turned and walked off to the pods, shaking her head in disbelief. She hadn't lied, in fact she had been rather wonderfully impressed with his tone.
The next morning Harry had avoided her gaze in the morning brief. Ruth deduced he was still sore on being caught. She had decided to let the matter rest but when Tariq questioned the team if it were "absolutely necessary to re-check the data?" Ruth's resolution crumbled and replied dead pan,
"Well Tariq, and I think Harry would agree," His head popped up to attention and she threw him a mischievous look. "…We-er don't want to miss a thing…" Harry had the 'rabbit caught in headlights' face and a rose petal tone flush to his cheeks, the only movement being the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed his pride …
Teeth gritted, he managed to supress a desperate laugh and humoured her, "No Ruth…I don't want to miss a thing." The comment flew over their colleagues heads as just another Ruth and Harry 'moment' but it was a moment Ruth was able to chuckle over for the remainder of the day.
Harry feared this might not be the end of Ruth's fun…