A/N- Let me preface this chapter and the others that will follow with this. I wrote the remaineder of the story BEFORE 'What Kind OF Day It Has Been' aired therefore any similarities between my story and the show is just a feaky co-incidence... other than that STUDIO 60 was a BRILLIANT show and I am totally depressed that it has been cancelled...

3. Small Comforts

Harriet stood uselessly in the waiting room. A part of her felt as though she should be in the chapel praying, another part felt as though she should be back at the studio and yet all of her was compelled to just stand there. She was practically dead on her feet, her eyes were glazed over as she was lost in thought and her golden blond hair hung limply around her shoulders. In the span of a few hours she felt as though her whole world had done a one-eighty spin around and she didn't know what to do about it. And worst of all, she felt as though she was dealing with the changes alone…

…that is until a voice broke through her musings.

"Hey…" Matt began softly, touching her shoulder gently, shaking her out of her musings.

"Hey." She answered, biting her lower lip as she turned to look at him, her arms still crossed across her waist.

"He's still in there?" Matt asked nodding to the room where Jordan was being held.

"Yeah…" Harriet answered, when suddenly a through struck her. "…I thought you were leaving?"

"I was."

"Something about Tom's brother?"

"Yeah."

"But you're here." Harriet pointed out, watching as Matt merely looked at his shoes. "Why?"

"I just-" Matt paused and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to compose his thoughts into words. "-I just couldn't leave."

"Why not?" Harriet asked softly as she took him by the hand and led him to one of the uncomfortable seats.

"I just, I feel as though I'm needed here…" Matt answered with a vague wave of his hand.

"But the studio…."

"Jack's there." Matt answered interrupting Harriet's trailed off sentence. "And I'm sure that he's got everything under control."

"But Mary left-"

"Yes and I'm sure that she can handle the legal stuff without me." He answered, placing his head in his hands. "Besides, it's all up to Tom now…."

"Tom…?" Harriet asked, confused immensely.

"I can't talk about it here Harry." Matt answered apologetically, looking up into her eyes struck as he always was at how beautiful they were. "I'm just here…."

Harriet smiled and leaned into his shoulder. "I'm glad you are here." She whispered quietly as he placed his right arm around her. "I don't think that I would be able to handle this waiting all alone…"

"I thought that you were never alone…" Matt began only to be interrupted by Harriet who sat up but he ignored her protest and continued. "…that God was always with you."

For a moment it looked as though Harriet was going to yell at him but instead she merely sighed and leaned back onto his shoulder and it was a small comfort. "I know, but for the first time I feel alone…"

For a moment Matt was stunned. Harriet- his Harriet as he often thought of her felt as though she was alone. As he stared down at the top of her head he realised that something had snapped within her. She was no longer the quiet woman with a profound strength shining from her like an inner light. She was just a quiet woman who seemed lost…

'And if Harriet is lost,' Matt thought worriedly to himself. 'Where does that leave me?'

After a couple of quiet moments Matt decided what he had to do... if Harriet felt as though she was alone then he had to prove to her that she wasn't; and to do that he needed to do something drastic…

"Come on." He stated firmly, standing up and extending his hand to her.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously, looking at his hand but not taking it.

"To the chapel."

"What?" Harriet asked taking his hand as she came to her feet. "Why?"

"To pray…" Matt answered simply as he began to pull her away from the waiting room.

"But you-"

"I know." Matt interrupted stopping to turn and look at the woman that he had loved for so long. "I know. But you do, and that's what important. Just because you feel alone for one moment doesn't mean that you shouldn't lose your faith… it is one of your best qualities after all…"

"Matt you've always criticised my beliefs and-"

"Oh good." Danny interrupted coming up to them his mask around his neck. "You're both still here."

"Danny?"

"How is she?" Matt asked, still holding on to Harriet's hand.

"Not good..." He answered honestly, noting their joined hands. "…but I need you to come with me."

"Where are we going?" Matt asked as Danny turned away from them.

"To see Jordan." He answered over his shoulder.

"But I-"

"Matt I know." Danny answered turning to face his friends. "But the doctors have made an exception."

"An exception for what?" Harriet asked as Danny turned away again.

"An exception for us to get married."

And with that Danny continued walking away leaving Matt and Harriet in stunned silence. For a moment they just stared at Danny and then their eyes drifted to each other and then to their still joined hands. Blushing, they released their hands and ran after Danny, wondering what in the world he was talking about.