Last bit. Thank you to absolutely everyone who has read, and especially to those who have reviewed.

He kissed her, a nervous large hand slipping around to her back as he did so. Gingerly, her own fingers slid around his waist as she pulled him closer, never really believing anything was real. The surroundings didn't fade entirely, they just became a soft blur. The world changed when their bodies pressed together and she felt his tongue tease against her teeth. He pulled away.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a dusted not fully-formed smile.

"I'm more than okay," she squeezed her arms around his bulk, almost on tip toes. "Can we go home?"

He squinted 'we' ?

"We?"

"Yes – you and I. Home. Your house or mine, I don't care. I was wrong and you were right; I'm in love with you and it's worth the risk Harry."

They left, hand in hand, and little else was said.

- EPILOUGE -

"It's strange," Beth didn't shift her keen eyes from the brunette that was faffing around the kitchen in an attempt to make coffee. Ruth, head in the fridge, asked,

"What's strange?"

"You. And your... mood," Beth replied a little cautiously, still propped up by the doorframe as she watched. "I thought that after Harry left you'd... er, I'm not really sure how to put it."

"You thought I'd what?" she opened the dishwasher in search of mugs. "Fall to bits? Cry? Isolate myself?"

"Well - um, erm, I wasn't going to put it to that extreme."

"Ha."

"I just thought you'd be little more upset than you are."

Ruth pulled her head out of the dishwasher, mug in hand triumphant, and smiled bashfully.

"This is probably a good time to tell you then."

Beth shot straight with wide eyes.

"Tell me what?"

There was a brief pause as Ruth thumbed the china mug handle. With a slightly bitten lip, she mumbled, "Harry and I are together now." Beth's face, quite literally, lit up. "I don't go to choir every Thursday," she admitted struggling to quash a smile, "...or to visit my mum for long weekends."

Initially gobsmacked Beth remained frozen, disbelieving, jaw hitting the ground. When a laugh finally struck - she clapped.

"... You sly fox you!"

And before Ruth knew it, Beth had embraced her and was hugging her murmuring words of congratulations softly into her ear. Also, Ruth swore, many exclamations similar to 'I knew it! I knew it!'

When they parted, little else was said. In fact little else was said anywhere. The fear of backstabbing never arose. She would shoot Harry a cheeky smile, and he her, on the Grid occasionally, and meet alone for the romantic moments sandwiched between heroic periods of saving the world on a day to day basis. They had both been wrong for too many years. The principle of being right – the step to make the kiss – was history. They were, as one, finally right.

END.

[Not entirely happy with this fic, it might not be here for long. However, I am currently writing a much more entertaining fic which should be up.. shorty. And by shortly, I mean in the next 2 years]. :D