With love to all my fellow angst devotees, but especially Ann1119 and Lilypad you're both awesome and seeing the story reflected back by your reviews is amazing. Thank you.

Top Gear and Jeremy Clarkson also belong to BBC, Scrubs to NBC and ABC Studios

Thirteen

Nikki had found enough food in the bags Leo had left to make a meal. Well, bacon sandwiches and salad. That counted as a meal though, didn't it? She was surprised that Harry had tidied up, she hadn't asked him to. She found it curious that the parts of their relationship that worked so well were all the parts where they didn't need to speak to each other at all. They were a good team in that respect, it was instinct. But now she couldn't help wondering what was going to happen later.

Yesterday Harry had joined her in his bed, another milestone passed with barely a word of explanation. Just "it's cold," to describe what to most couples was a fairly hefty development in a relationship. But was it? They may have slept together, but it was just that, sleeping and Harry was gone long before Nikki was awake, she guessed he wasn't much of a man for pillow talk.

Would he even say anything today, or just take it as a given? And did she even want to talk about it? The prospect of sleeping with Harry's arm protectively and innocently around her waist was very tempting. If she could convince herself it was for his benefit; so he wouldn't be worried when he woke up crying, maybe she wouldn't feel quite such a fraud. She thought back to the scene in the car, it wasn't Harry who had been crying then. She thought about his strange dream? He had never seemed like a man who was desperate for a family, or was that just a safety mechanism? So he could shield himself from the prospect of failure.

'Damn Anna,' Nikki thought again what a stupid thing to do.

Harry was staring at the TV again. 'At least it wasn't Clarkson today,' Nikki thought. It looked like Scrubs. They were all being mean to Doug the pathologist, and there was a ghost of an impression of a smile on Harry's face.

Nikki handed him a glass of water and one of his antibiotics.

"Thanks," he said, rolling the pill around in his fingers.

"So I joined the gym today, did I?" he asked.

"Yes, you did, is that okay?" Nikki asked and then quickly added. "You haven't really joined, as I needed your credit card details, and I don't know them off by heart… yet!"

Harry stared at her and realised she was joking.

"Ah, there is something she doesn't know about me," he smiled.

"I thought it might erm, give you something to do, a bit of a focus," she said shyly.

"I will agree to go to the gym every day, and you can phone and check up on me if you like, I don't care. On one condition, no more pills, just these ones."

"Deal," she said.

"Deal," he replied.

"Some friend you are, you could have given them your credit card details," he teased.

Nikki laughed.

"Thanks for today," Harry said more seriously.

"Niks," he began nervously.

"I know," she replied. "It's cold on the couch."