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Big thanks to Lynn for being my beta

She watched in horror as the bullet penetrated his body. He fell backwards against the door of a car and she stared in disbelieve as his body hit the pavement. He was lying motionless on the ground in the middle of a square in London and for a moment she was sure that it was all just a nightmare, but the sound of another gunshot made her realize that this was all really happening.

A few months ago Ruth had decided to go back to London for a long weekend. She knew there was a risk that she would be recognized by someone and she wasn't even sure why she wanted to go or what she was expecting from her visit. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was hoping that she would bump into Harry, but rationally she knew that it would never happen. And even if she ever saw him again it would never be like in her dreams, because nothing could change the fact that 'Ruth Evershed' was officially dead.

She knew she had to let go of the thought of him. Maybe that's why she had come here, to try and let go of the past and finally start to look at the future and accept her new life.

It was her last day in London. This evening she would go back to France again, pretending to be someone she was not, just like she had done for the last 14 months. The time she had spent in London hadn't done her any good. If anything, it had only made her feel worse and even lonelier than before.

She had checked out of her hotel room in the early hours of the morning. Now she was just wandering around the city without any plan or any idea of her own location. She still had a few hours before she needed to go to St. Pancras to check-in for her train back to France.

Ruth turned round another corner of an unknown street and instantly noticed a familiar figure standing by a black cab. Her breath caught in her throat. She could only see his back and he was a few hundred yards away from where she was standing, but she was absolutely sure it was him. She would recognize him from any distance.

When she had recovered from the initial shock of seeing him again, she wondered what to do next. It was too risky to simply walk towards him in the middle of a crowded square in London, but she desperately wanted to hear his voice and tell him how much she had missed him.

The mixed feeling of happiness and confusion about seeing him after all those lonely months was suddenly replaced by a feeling of panic. She could hear a familiar voice shouting something about a bomb and she watched as panic spread across the square, people screaming and running. Ruth was frozen to the spot, unsure what to do. For a moment she had lost sight of him; she was afraid that he had vanished in the panicking crowd but suddenly he reappeared again from behind the black cab. She wondered what he was doing there and why he wasn't looking for cover. A very uncomfortable feeling suddenly took hold of her and made her feel sick.

Now that the shouting and panicking crowd had disappeared, an uncomfortable silence filled her ears. The sudden sound of a shot being fired made her jump and she swore that she could hear the bullet floating trough the air before it hit the target.

She felt nauseous as she watched everything happening in front of her and for a moment she thought that she would collapse. The sight of Adam moving from behind the same car and dragging the body out of her line of vision filled her with horror.

Why had Adam just watched everything and done nothing!?!?Her mind was filled with questions. Why was he dragging a wounded or maybe even dying Harry behind a car? Why was this happening? Why did she have to witness this nightmare?

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I've already written the next two chapters, so they'll be up soon.