I didn't write any entries for 10:4 because the way HR acted around each other was very like a couple anyway. Except the last bench scene, but I'm not touching something that beautiful. This is the 10:5 entry written as if HR are together. How I would have liked the little scene between Elena and Harry to go and then a bit of fluff.


"Kiss me, it's the least you can do."

"No," Harry said firmly. Elena looked so confused that he elaborated slightly. "I won't do that to her."

"The woman at the gallery," Elena said simply. "She'd never know."

"Maybe not, but I would," Harry said, making sure she was at arms length away from him. "Anyway she would know," Harry said simply. He had never been able to hide anything from Ruth.

"You've changed," Elena said simply, after a moments pause. "It didn't used to bother you. You had a wife, the entire time in Berlin."

"She means more to me," he said quietly.

"You just left me there to rot," Elena said, bringing the conversation back to a somewhat level ground.

"I am sorry," Harry said honestly. "About everything. I could have done so much more. For you and Sasha. I am sorry, I want you to believe that." There was a very large pause in the conversation. "I have to go," Harry said to try and get out of this situation.

"To her?" Elena asked.

"Does it matter?"

"No, I don't think it does really." Elena sighed. "Goodbye Harry." He nodded once as she left the safe house. When she was gone he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this would be the last time he would have to see her. He hoped so somehow.


Ruth was curled up on the sofa, reading a book. Or at least, pretending to. The truth was she couldn't concentrate on anything else, apart from Harry and Elena. She knew he was meeting her. Harry had told her, but it didn't make her feel any less jealous. She was waiting for him to come home. Which he did, about five minutes later. Ruth put her book down, without bothering with her book mark. She'd hardly taken in a dozen words anyway. She stood up as Harry came in.

"How did it go?" Ruth asked as she saw Harry's downcast face.

"Fine," he said shortly, going to grab the whisky.

"Fine?" Ruth questioned. "That's all I get?" Harry took a quick sip of dutch courage.

"What do you want me to say?" Harry asked. "Elena doesn't think its her husband running her. I don't know whether that's actually her opinion or whether its just what she wants to believe."

"Yes, well I think I'm familiar with believing what you want to," Ruth said sharply. Harry's eyes couldn't hold on to hers and he lowered them to the floor. "What happened with her today?" Ruth asked needing to know.

"Nothing," he said honestly.

She looked into his face intensely and knew he was hiding something from her. "Did… did you kiss her?" Ruth asked.

"No," he said firmly. "She asked, but I told her no." Ruth closed her eyes, trying not imagine Elena with her hands over Harry. Her Harry.

"You could have," she said quietly. "I'd never have known." Ruth didn't realise she was echoing Elena's earlier words.

"Yes you would," Harry said straight away. "Besides, there is only one woman I want to kiss and she's standing opposite me right now." Ruth could feel her mouth twitching with a smile but she managed to hold it in. Harry put his whisky glass down, walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She couldn't resist him for long when he was this close to her and he knew it.

"This doesn't suddenly make everything alright you know," she said, trying to stop herself from leaning into his chest.

"I know," he conceded. He leant closer to her and kissed her lightly.

"Neither does that," she murmured.

He leant closer to her ear. "I love you," he breathed in a tone that made her tremble.

"That might help a little," she admitted with a small smile. He smiled back and kissed her more firmly. "Okay, maybe that helps a little more." Harry smiled again and kissed her longer and more passionately than before.

"How about that?" he asked.

"Why is it all so complicated?" Ruth asked sighing.

"This… It isn't. Everything else is but not us," Harry said. "When I hold you… its just so simple." And he spent the rest of the evening trying to prove his point.


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