A/N: Apologies for the slow update, it has been a hectic couple of weeks and have only just settled back into a steady routine. Also, apologies for a very short chapter. Given the way I have decided to progress with this particular story it made more sense to cut this down to one chapter rather than include it with the next chapter. Hopefully you'll forgive me!Chapter ten has been written and just needs to be edited. Given there is still interest for this fic it should be posted on Friday. Enjoy!
He watched the clock reach midnight and sighed loudly. Ruth returned to work today. It had been four days since their blazing row. He hadn't meant half the things he had said, he knew that much, but he also knew he'd have a hard time trying to explain that to Ruth. He rolled over onto his other side and tried desperately to chase the sleep that seemed so far out of reach. It was no use. Every time he came close, thoughts of Ruth screaming at him crept into his mind and he'd turn over franticly with the notion that if he faced the other way she wouldn't be there anymore. He never realised one thought could cause such inner turmoil, and as he turned over once more he made a mental note to himself that he would speak to her first thing in the morning before she came onto the grid. The thought of looking at her and remembering her face as she tore him apart was something he couldn't even begin to contemplate. It wasn't until the tossing and turning exhausted the whole of his body that sleep was finally able to take hold.
She watched the clock hit midnight and snapped her book shut before reaching over and turning off the bedside lamp. She returned to work today. She wondered if Harry had felt as guilty as she had in the days that followed the row and wondered if he would try and talk to her once more when she arrived on the grid in seven hours time. She knew she'd been lucky if he even acknowledged she was there. It was a quite a turn of events, he'd gone from the convicted to the victim in the space of half hour and somewhere in the remnants of her mind she felt that maybe she had been a little dramatic in refusing his apologies. Maybe he'd truly given up on her. If he had, if he had come to the conclusion that she was no longer worthy of her love then she would have to do her upmost to move on. Maybe a transfer across the river to six? Maybe even ask to be sent back to GCHQ? As long as she didn't have to see his face knowing she had lost him she would at least be able to try and move forward.
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