Title: Harry's Lament Disclaimer: To make it short: I own nothing, Dave Wolstencroft, the BBC and Kudos do.

A/N: This takes place in S3,ep1. And for those of you who know the musical "Guys and Dolls" let's see who can spot the line i took from it! )

Harry's Lament:

BY

Sakura

For the first time in a long time, Harry had really started to feel every one of those years that had come to be known as his age.
He was glad that he's out of hospital, but that doesn't mean the pain is gone. Every time he sucked in a new breath, his lungs lit on fire and it felt as if a solid metal band suddenly tightened itself around his torso.

Shaking his head solemnly, Harry blinked and attempted to focus on reading the paper in his hand.

He had only gotten halfway through the page when the door to his office was opened and someone stepped in. He watched as an egg sandwich in a plastic container made its way onto his desk in a very, very familiar hand. His brain scrambled in a very sad attempt to come up with a reason why there was a lunch of consisting of a salad, an egg sandwich and bottled water on his desk.

It was noon. Which meant it was lunch. Which meant he had forgotten their plans for lunch. Shit.

"Ruth, I'm so-" He began to apologize but she cut him off.

"It's alright, we're all busy, especially you. Have you eaten?" She acted as if it was nothing, but her eyes didn't match her words. She knew that thoughts of Tom Quinn and his treachery were as of now totally overpowering his mind, and that the plans they had made yesterday were completely forgotten.

"No not yet. I was meant to be reading...this." His vague answer indicated that he really had no idea what the paper in his hand was. He looked up at her and wished they were alone and that everyone else outside were gone.

"I'm sorry Ruth."

Ruth gave a soft chuckle and replied, "No, I actually like it when you forget. It makes me feel like we're married."

He watched her intently as she turned her back on him and made her way out of his office. He sat back in his chair as he ate the lunch she brought in for him,
contemplating the not-so-subtle hint in her remark.

He didn't need for her to be turned around to know that she was smiling like the Chesire cat.

TBC.
A/N: So what do you think of my first chapter? This whole fic is supposed to be about the "behind the scene" moments of S3, ep1. Next chapter will probably have more of the others in it.