This is my first fanfic ever, not just my first casualty fanfic, so I would really appreciate any tips or help. Thank you so much for all of your kind reviews, I wasn't really going to write a second part but then I got so many reviews asking me to that I just felt inclined to. I'm afraid I wasn't quite as inspired with the second, but then, there wasn't much else that I could have done, so feel free to read it and try not to feel disappointed! Remember, I am asking for help to improve this piece, or higher the standard of my work. Please forgive me for occasional typos or grammar mistakes; I'm not perfect though I have proof-read. Also, I have corrected some small mistakes in the first chapter and updated it, though it has not actually changed and the story remains the same.

The first chapter begins about ten minutes after when we left Lara and Harry, in the final episode of the last series. Lara has already changed her tickets to Australia and they are supposedly on their way to the airport. I'm sorry but I do portray Harry as the 'bad guy' a little.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, but I'm afraid I'm not sure who they do belong to, guessing the BBC? Also not sure whether you only have to write that for American programs because all the casualty fanfics I have checked have not included one.

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The country lanes were rickety and Lara wished Harry would just keep his eyes ahead; to concentrate on the drive. She lent back into the soft leather and closed her eyes; exhausted by the morning's activities. She couldn't believe what had happened! Okay, so she knew that Simon had been into drugs, but that was a had been - past tense! And the women...sure, Simon was the biggest womaniser in Holby but she had thought he had changed, she had hoped he had changed. Everybody must think her a fool! He's probably been arranging dates with the patients in full view of all hospital staff, she thought, bitter with resentment.

"You know, Lara, I can't say that I ever predicted any different." Harry again. Oh why couldn't he just shut up? All she wanted was to be driven to the airport where she could just escape to hot, sunny Australia, the land of freedom and joy. A country where nobody knew how she had been ridiculed, taken for a fool in front of everybody; only herself ignorant to that fact. "Well...actually, I maybe gave you a couple more months of marriage, before Simon started to stray, that is. Didn't know it would happen this soon, but then, that's Simon Kaminski for you."

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Since they had left Harry had been going on non-stop about the general lowness of Simon. Despite the fact that Lara agreed, she hardly thought it was Harry's right to criticise, not after everything the doctor had done himself.

"You see Lara, you just can't change people. Simon always has been a low, cheating, manipulative, arrogant-"

"Enough already!" Lara snapped, not able to bear any more of Harry's remarks. Harry may have been directing his comments at Simon, but Lara couldn't help feeling stung.

"Okay Lara, I'm sorry if the truth makes you uncomfortable, but you were always on shaky ground with Simon. Lara, you can fix people. You can take them apart and fiddle with their organs and send them away in one whole piece, but you just can't change people! Simon is a bastard and will always be one. What your problem is, Lara, is that you feel the need to extend your medicine into areas of your life that should not be dominated by the hospital. What I mean to say, is that you base your romantic choices on those that you want to help. Those that need helping, who need to be fixed. But you can't always do that Lara, sometimes you have to leave it to other people."

Harry was obviously growing more and more angry as he spoke; he talked with an aggressiveness that worried Lara. All Lara wanted was a ride to the airport, not a lecture. Damn! He was starting up again.

"You see Lara, every man you've chosen, you hated on first meeting them for the appropriate reasons. You saw them as the bastards they were, quite rightfully. So you see, there's no problems there. No. They begin later, when instead of seeing them as they are, you begin to see them as, well, patients. You begin to see them as lovely, innocent little boys who life has wronged. Men that you can help, that you can fix." Lara had stopped listening. Instead she was leaning back into her chair, scrunching her eyes up tightly in a desperate effort to wipe out the whole day. She flicked a strand of long, blonde hair out of her face and fingered the lace of the wedding dress, remembering how only hours ago she had been excited as, well, anything, on her wedding day. No. She had to remind herself; this was not Lara Stone's wedding day; it was Lara Stone's first day of her new life. Her new life back in Australia with her family, and life-long friends. That was what day it was.

"Take Simon, Luke, Patrick-"

"What have they got to do with it?" Lara demanded angrily, beginning to tire of Harry's useless talk. "What was wrong with Luke? It was a fling Harry! He was sweet and-" she paused, thinking of Harry's reaction when he had viewed the CCTV, "and sexy. Patrick? For fucks sake Harry! Patrick was the-" she wanted to say 'love of my life', but she couldn't bring herself to utter those words. Hadn't she thought of Simon like that, just a few hours ago? Hadn't she disrespected Patrick's memory, pushed away their love by treating, well, as Harry had said, a low, cheating, manipulative, arrogant Simon with the same tenderness of heart she had felt for Patrick?

Damn it! Now she really was mad with Harry. Wasn't it enough for him to criticise her for choosing Simon, without bringing Patrick up? She had thought of Patrick easily for months now - a fete she had never managed before. Now her sore memories were springing up again, her guilt stronger now than ever. She shouldn't feel guilty for allowing herself to love somebody as she had Simon. But Dr. Harry Harper had managed for her to feel that way, just by mentioning his name.

Harry could feel himself growing angry. He didn't know who his anger was directed at exactly; Kaminski? Lara? A dead man? When Harry was angry, he really was blinded with rage. He couldn't think outside his hatred, outside a bubble of overwhelming emotions that surrounded him. If somebody asked him to repeat the steps of a simple procedure, he wouldn't be able to recall them, not when his mind was taken over with rage.

Why had Lara thrown herself away on that bastard? That useless sack of nothing. That drug-taking bastard. Couldn't she see there were other men, men who really respected her, men who would treat her affectionately, with love, and not hold her in contempt for rescuing them from a definite death? He was one of those, damnit! he loved Lara, he had done for years! She had never so much as looked past the line of useless sex-toys and at Harry, who had patiently waited whilst she ruined her life, whilst she dug a knife deeper into her wounds, for her to finally realise he was the one she needed! He was the one she desperately needed, the one who could mend her, hypocritical as that was. She should crave him, just as he had craved her for so many years. She thought she knew what he had felt when he watched that CCTV - well she was wrong! Harry had just felt defeated, not for himself, but for her, for Lara. He had felt deeply sorry that she could be loosing even minutes of her life to that, that thing. Just another of the numerous good-looking, unfeeling idiots who walked the streets of London every day. How could she?

"Simon, Luke, Patrick," Harry repeated with deliberate care. What, was he keeping a record on her love interests, Lara wondered glimly, as Harry continued his lecture, "Craig, David Collier-"

Lara felt like she had been slapped in the face, no punched in the ribs. She wasn't shocked, or startled; she was thrown into sudden chaos.

"W-what?" She mumbled, incredulous.

"Craig, David Collier." Harry repeated again, indifferent to the effect on Lara the name had caused. "What's the matter?" He asked as he peered into his back-mirror and saw an ashen-faced Lara staring into space; her face white and pale, her eyes bright with business and her teeth clawing at her lips.

"I, I can't believe you just said that Harry!" Lara shouted, thumping her hand against the back of his chair, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry contemplated Lara's anger. Okay, maybe he had been wrong; strictly speaking David Collier didn't exactly fit into the category he had placed the other men in. But he couldn't apologise, not now, not with his anger burning up inside of him.

"Harry! Are you even listening to me!" Lara sobbed. What was wrong with him? Had he gone completely mad? That, that man, if you could call him one, had attempted to rape her, had tried to murder her. His attack and her response had had her sent to prison, locked in a cell. Even when she came out she had been treated differently, with fear, with worry. Her work had been affected, she had been placed under surveillance...how could he?

"I, Lara, you know I didn't mean it." Harry clenched his hands on the steering wheel, pressed his foot down on the accelerator.

Lara's tears were falling freely now, she wasn't holding them back for the sake of dignity, she wasn't even spilling them for her loss of a husband. All the grief and hurt she had felt so sharply for the past few years came hurtling out of her in breath-wrenching sobs. Harry, watching her in the mirror didn't know how to react. On one hand, he wanted to comfort her, to hug her, to show her he cared, he was there, he could help. On the other, he wanted her to stop crying, to regain her composure, to be the cool, together Lara that he had always respected.

"Lara..." he trailed off, unaware of his fault. "Lara," he began again, only to leave the sentence uncompleted once more. Gripping his hands tighter on the steering wheel he concentrated on the road. He wasn't quite sure where they were; he hadn't been paying much attention and he guessed they should have reached some kind of main road by now. He needed to find the way onto a motorway but all he could see was fields, and trees and yet more trees.

"I, Lara, you've got to help me out here." Harry pleaded with the crying woman. "Lara, what, what should I be doing?" At no response Harry snapped, "Damnit Lara; how was I to know to avoid that name? You don't deal with problems by shutting them away, you know!"

She was so beautiful. Even now. Even now, with make-up smudged and her hair blowing fiercely with the wind. She really had looked stunning, when she appeared, in her almost intense dress. Harry had wished more than anything that she could belong to him, to Harry Harper. Or even that he could just own her for one night, one pleasure-filled, love-struck night. That was all he asked, just to feel Lara's hand brush over his face, to hold her face in his hands and gently kiss away her pain, to show her his love, to have her love him back...

Lara's phone began to ring, the noise piercing into the silence that had developed in the car. Lara ignored it at first and then picked it up, looking at the name which appeared on the screen.

"Who is it?" Harry asked, more calm.

"Abs," Lara answered in a tone of indifference.

"Are you going to answer it?" Harry asked as the ringing continued.

Lara didn't answer. Instead she eyed the open window beside her thoughtfully, then swiftly threw her phone out, and onto the road.

"Lara!" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"They're not part of my life anymore," Lara stated in response to Harry's not-yet-spoken question. "I don't need them."

Harry nodded. Lara's independence, her strength, was one of the things he greatly admired about her. She was a fighter; she was fierce! Lara was one of the strongest women he had ever met, not a lot could go through what she had without falling apart. The loss of a lover, an attempted rape, all the things Lara, herself, had been thinking about just moments earlier.

"Lara," Lara had stopped crying and she looked up as Harry stared back at her, "Lara, I love you."

All that was unuttered, unspoken between them suddenly opened up, a dark void for Lara, that she needed to avoid, bright new possibilities for Harry who had been thinking that thought for years.

"Watch the road Harry," Lara replied. Harry turned back to staring in front, at the endless grey of the tarmac, the green of the trees.

"Lara, did you...?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Not now Harry."

Harry nodded his head in a bitter understanding. He had finally confessed his true feelings; in a moment of, of what? and he had been rejected. Again.

"Lara, why do you treat me this way?" Harry asked, twisting round in his chair and looking at the confused Lara.

"Harry...I..."

"With such contempt?"

"Harry!" Lara shouted, causing Harry to turn back to the wheel and steer the car back into the middle of the road.

"I mean, I'm the only one who ever treats you right, Lara. I respect you, I admire you. Surely you know that?"

"Harry, please, not now."

"Well when then Lara? You're just jetting off to sunny Australia, running away from your problems, escaping from your life! Am I ever going to see you again? No! Probably not. Just because you can't bare to stay here and face everything head-on. You know, the Lara I've always admired is not a quitter Lara, but you are, you're quitting. You're just running away! Hiding from your life. When else am I going to get this chance? We've not spoken properly in twelve months Lara! Bloody hell. I have to confront you; I have no choice."

"Harry, please, I don't need this!" Lara cried, punching her first into her lap in sheer frustration. The last thing she needed now was to be abandoned by one lover and chastised by another.

"Well it's true Lara. You go and get all upset by Collier, when absolutely everything else I said was true - and gets ignored! You choose men who use you Lara! They're attracted by your strength, and they're weak Lara, weak. They just use you!"

"So you've said Harry," Lara resigned herself to the fact that he was not going to stop. Where were they? she wondered. Surely they should have reached a bit of civilisation by now.

"Well it's true. You go off with useless lump after lump and all the time you fail to see what you really need, waiting in front of you."

"Harry, I don't need anything. I don't need anybody to tell me what I need either. I will take what I want, when I want, where I want and that shouldn't bloody affect you!"

"Lara!" Harry cried, swinging around from the wheel again, "I love you! Why can't you see that? Why can't you open your eyes up to the possibility that I am what you need!"

"Harry! The road!" Lara shrieked, terrified by Harry's sudden carelessness. "Do you want to crash and kill us both?" she questioned, glad when Harry turned back round.

"Lara! Why won't you even consider me? Why won't you even try? You don't know what it would be like! You don't know how good it would be for you."

"Harry, please!"

"But Lara, your mind is closed. You're just digging yourself deeper wounds. I can, I can heal you Lara, I can love you!"

Lara shook her head, "You're nothing but a bloody hypocrite Harry! Calling Simon a druggie, well I seem to remember a certain incident of self-prescribing, don't you? You're the arrogant, low, manipulative bastard Harry, not me! For chrissake, you drove your own daughter to the point of suicide!"

"That was all different Lara!" Harry was blinded once again by rage. But not only by rage but by his deep love for Lara, and his compelling desire to make her return his love. He needed for her to understand him, to appreciate his love, not to throw it back in his face with past mistakes. "I was grieving Lara! My wife had just died. Kaminski was doing nothing but being a, a, oh I don't know Lara! Kaminski couldn't cope; he couldn't function without the aid of drugs. I had lost my bloody wife! And I didn't have you to help either,"

"Harry, that's where this all started, didn't it?" Lara asked, her voice low and steady, "Beth. When Beth died, you just latched onto the nearest thing - me. You don't love me, Harry, you just turned all your emotions on me, used me as a source of, I don't know Harry. You don't love me."

"I do!" Harry screamed, the car sliding dangerously to the right, "Lara. Every ounce of me loves you, why can't you see that?"

"Harry, pullover - now!" Lara spoke slowly and calmly, trying to decrease Harry's manicness with her own depression.

"Stop the car Harry."

He turned to face her again, the car swerving back to the left. "Why can't you be with someone who loves you, Lara?" He asked.

"Pullover Harry."

"I love you."

"Stop the car!"

"I'm the only one who does Lara. The others just lust you."

"Harry, let me out." Lara ordered again, still trying to remain calm despite her trembling voice and the panic that had arisen in the pit of her stomach.

"Do you love me, Lara?"

Lara contemplated jumping, but the car was too fast. She couldn't make it into the front of the car without startling Harry. At least he was still in control; his hand was on the wheel, he hadn't forgotten completely.

"Do you love me, Lara?" Harry asked again, more demanding. "I'm the only one who loves you Lara."

"Harry! Stop the car!" Lara pleaded. She reached for her seatbelt, to unbuckle it, in the hope that she could climb over into the front of the car. Harry was growing increasingly manic, demanding her to answer him with more force each time he asked. The car started to slow; his foot must have the left the accelerator, but his hand wasn't on the wheel!

"Harry..." Lara tried her best to speak very slowly, not wanting her fear to show. She talked as she would have done to a person with a gun in their hand, somebody with scissors at her throat. "Harry, I need you to stop the car alright? I need you to turn to the wheel, and press your foot on the break. Harry, are you listening to me?"

Harry had turned back to the wheel alright, and his foot was pressing down, but onto the accelerator. Lara's stomach tightened in anxiety. A wave of very real panic washed over her, making her feel sick from the head down. She clenched her fists in dreaded anticipation. This wasn't Harry Harper! Harry Harper was cool and calculated, always in control. Harry Harper did not declare his undying love and then plummet himself and his love into death.

"Harry!" Lara screamed, loosing her calmness. "Harry, break!"

His driving was becoming more chaotic, his breathing was heavy and fast. Lara prepared for a crash. Would she be able to reach the front of the car in time? Or would that just send him into a panic?

"Harry, think of Tally! Of your children!"

"Do you love me Lara? Do you love me?" he roared a second time.

"Yes, yes, Harry, please!"

"What?"

"I, I love you Harry! I love you, now stop the car!"

The car swerved and screeched down the slope.

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Hehe! You'll be glad to know my second chapter has finally been uploaded. Enjoy.