There was this little antique shop Harry liked to visit regularly. The shop owners were a kind old couple who often referred to Harry as son, which he didn't mind too much. Though it made him sad because they never had children of their own. Harry was becoming well aware of his own state of being alone. He always put it up to not meeting 'the one' yet. Though he would like someone to accompany him on his trips some day.
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He ordered for the Doctor to be placed in the sick bay for a proper examination. He turned around and tried his best to catch his breath. There was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen, right in front of him and he hadn't realized there that it had to be her. And she winked and his heart fluttered, he smiled back. He couldn't find words and was saved by the brigadier. Who told him to go to the sickbay to tend the Doctor, again.
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"What are you doing in there?" Sarah untied him and and helped him up, and out of the cabinet."The Doctor tied me up, and locked me in." He replied rather like a bashful school boy who had neglected his duties. Sarah turned and ran towards a blue police box in the corner, and started to yell for the Doctor.
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Harry was worried, for the Doctor, but mostly Sarah. He wasn't easily caught and tied up. He put up a fight more so this time, as he hadn't wanted to hurt the Doctor earlier. He continued to fret for Sarah when she was forced in the room by two men. Sarah scolded him, "Like James Bond." She scoffed, and he sheepishly looked away.
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"Harry, do you think they're going to kill us?" Sarah was tied up too him now and they were uncomfortably resting upon another. "I don't know old girl, but what i can say is, If that does happen I'm glad i met you first." Sarah tensed a bit at Harry's words, then relaxed. "I'm glad i met you too Harry." They were silent for awhile. "Harry these are ropes, don't you think we could try to untie them?" Harry started to laugh, "yes, that's brilliant old girl. Let's try and see." Sarah huffed and started to work at Harry's knots, "Don't call me that." Harry made a confused him. "Call you what?" She sighed releasing one of his hands. "Old girl, that's very archaic Harry."
Harry laughed and started to work on one of Sarah's hands "Archaic would just be grunting and moaning." Sarah pouted, though he couldn't see it. "I am trying to over exaggerate that you are using an out of date vernacular." Harry laughed again "And are you a thesaurus?" Sarah laughed with him, "I am a journalist, i know how to string words together." Harry released one of her hands. "Oh really well i am a Doctor, I can do many things."
She released his other hand and he was free. "Like what?" Harry untied her last restraint and pulled her towards looked into her eyes and said, "I have a vast knowledge of the human body. For instance when a person feels threatened or scared the heart rate speeds up and the adrenaline builds preparing the body to either flee or fight." He placed her hand over his chest. "Do you feel it?" She nodded, fixated on him. "We are in an indeterminate amount of stress, if you were to feel your own heart." He went to place her hand on her chest but, she stopped him. And placed his hand to feel her own heart.
He felt his mouth grow dry and wondered how he got himself here, and what to do. "Then I either take action or flee?" She wrapped her hand around his, taking his hand from her chest. "I suppose I'll take action." She kissed his cheek, and he was crimson. She pulled him along and winked, he smiled. Perhaps he would have someone to go on trips with him to that little antique shop.