Title: Wanting What I Shouldn't Want
Summary: Sometimes what you want is something you cannot have, even if it's right there in front of you.
A/N: R/H, as usual. Ummm, takes place after 3.05 Spoilers definitely.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry and Ruth, something would have happened by now! LOL.
(This takes place after Ruth's "date" with Andrew where she gets tied to the banister and is rescued by Danny at the end. Probably a week later)
He really didn't know what the hell she was doing there. She was supposed to be at home resting. Not downing drinks at this dirty, god-forsaken pub alone. He eyed her carefully. She looked drunk. Well, more on the downright snockered side, but drunk nevertheless. He walked up to the bar and took a seat beside her. She had her head resting on her elbow and she was facing the other direction.
"Whiskey please." He told the bartender. The old man nodded and filled the cup and handed it to him. Harry glanced at Ruth and the bartender murmured, "Poor girl..." He then turned to Harry as if to say 'help her.' And he intended to do just that.
It was quiet, she could only hear herself as she hiccupped softly. Her sobs had died down sometime ago. Tears that had coursed down her cheeks left paths that had dried up. She nursed her half empty drink with her right hand and she gazed at her distorted reflection in the whiskey.
"You look like hell warmed over."
She looked over her shoulder at the intruder sitting behind her, although she already knew who it was. She turned around to face him as she thought of a reply. "You look good." Harry chuckled. Ruth just turned her attention back to her drink. She sipped a little and asked, "What are you doing here?" Harry cleared his throat a little. "I came here for a quick drink, but then I found you." They sat in silence for several moments before some music started playing, someone must have put money into the machine.
"Everybody's been asking me if I'm alright. If that's why you're talking to me please just go." Ruth murmured tiredly. "I don't need to ask to see what's in front of me. Ruth, we all need someone to talk to every now and then. There's no need to be ashamed." She was surprised that he was so straightforward. "Are you that person Harry?" Harry stared at her. Ruth smiled, but it turned out more like a grimace.
"The truth is, I —," Ruth hiccupped, "I feel like a complete idiot. I didn't see it coming when I feel I should have. Now I can never stop second guessing myself and it scares me. I can't get it out of my head that not everyone around me has a secret agenda... " She hiccupped again and Harry couldn't decide if the scene playing out before him was comical or heart breaking.
He set his glass on the countertop and took her shaky, cold hand in his own. Ruth put her drink down and squeezed his hand. "Thank you Harry."
TBC... A/N: Is it crap? I've been completely out of ideas lately and this one seemed a little forced to me. Should I continue?