Hi everyone! First a HUGE than you for all the support in this new venture of mine! Guests and otherwise, I hope you all know who you are and how grateful I am to you! This one has taken a long time and its taken on a lot of different forms. Firstly, because it's a long quote and it took a while to concentrate it down and secondly, it was probably the most noticeable slip up in both two episodes and I wanted to get it right for you guys! Let me know what you think! X

"Shall I just chuck it?"

"No! No…I'll look after it."

She really looked like she wanted to cry, here. And I'm glad they did this because it really shows she is in denial about the whole thing. The way she says she'll 'look after it' makes it sound like she thinks he's coming back. Even the way she stops Jack in his tracks is almost aggressive, or protective of his things, his desk.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been as counterproductive as you had envisaged at the time.

I hadn't been intentional…to begin with. You had been unfamiliar with the Lyell centre and its inhabitants and so had simply sat yourself wherever you could.

And he had made it very plain that you should not sit there.

At first, when you hadn't had a chance to gauge his humour – and find that it matched your own perfectly – you had thought him rude and unreasonably childish. But like most other things about him, you had got to know him a little, and began to find it endearing, if not slightly odd. You had quickly learned of the attention he would bestow upon you if you were to merely sit in the wrong seat.

Perhaps it was wrong, girlish, indulgent to seek attention in such a way…

But it had been the ice-breaker of your friendship and – if you are not very much mistaken – the catalyst for your love.

But of course, at the time, you would never have told him that; on one of the many days when he had cracked and uttered those five little words that summed the two of you up, as two beings melted together to one entity, causing heartache, complications and unnecessary need and attachment, with a simple sentence.

You're sitting at my desk.

His arms were folded and he was standing ominously in the entrance of the office.

You had stuck up for yourself, playfully, They're both the same, anyway!

Exactly! He had exclaimed and you had found it hard to suppress a smile. Keeping your eyes firmly glued to the computer screen, the next thing you knew, his laptop was dumped on top of your files and his shoulder was touching yours.

What are you even-? You tried to question him, only to turn and find him booting up the laptop, next to you, on your own office chair.

If you won't move, He started, then we'll just have to learn to share.

You had giggled giddily when you had realised how close your faces were. When he exhaled, you could feel the air on your cheeks. You could smell him. His eyes were so fixed on yours it was almost hypnotising.

He had glanced down, then. At your lips, and once he had subliminally planted the idea in your head, it was very hard to think of anything else. You began to burn and ache for him to just do it already and you had thought seriously about slapping him when he opened his mouth and broke the spell.

Tell you what…

You gave him a weak smile.

If I'm ever…not here…

You had frowned at him. Perhaps your reply had been naïve all the same,

You'll always be here, Harry.

You had watched him intently – still a little obviously infatuated – and he had agreed and said, okay then, when I…spontaneously combust through contempt for this place…You laughed again…anything and everything I leave on, in and under this desk, is yours. Faces still just inches apart you had reacted with melodramatic raised eyebrows and the two of you had shared a smile.

If you two can stop making eyes at each other for five seconds we've actually got an arrival…Zak. He swept in and out of the office flashing a dashing smile in the direction of Harry, who had moved completely, suddenly, heart-breakingly out of your personal space. You were used to their little digs at each other; Zak pushing his luck, Harry putting him in his place. But something in Harry's face had suggested to you that it wasn't the first time this particular tease had been brought up.

Yeah…right. Harry had shouted in reply. And it stung just a little more than it should have. Had you wanted him to be making eyes at you? But it was soon forgotten when he had turned back to you.

You're a sweetheart. You rose from your chair and messed his hair up on the way round to your desk as you spoke. Then you'd asked, You'd really do that for me?

For you, He replied, blowing a stray piece of hair from his forehead, anything.

Then you had left the office.

You had often wondered if he remembered that conversation, particularly in the days after he left.

Why would he? You'd shared stupid conversations like that every day. Why would he have remembered that one? Any of them for that matter?

…But perhaps you would take care of his stuff, just in case he had left you something amongst it; a letter, a necklace, a secret.

You've been watching too many films…