Hmm, the previous chapter is quite possibly the weirdest chapter I've ever written. Anywho, thank you for the reviews! :] Making this up as I go... can you tell? :P

"This could be the most ludicrous thing I've ever done," Harry admits to the car floor as they approach the glaring lights and straight, endless roads of the motorway. "And I've done quite a lot."

She smiles, unable to meet his eyes that almost flash as the orange street lights momentarily flood the car with bright beams. It's relatively quiet but they're both checking, consistently, in the mirrors on the off chance they've picked up a tail who struck lucky as they left her house.

"I bet you never thought it'd end like this," she replies as they slide over to the fast lane, "Fleeing from a country you've spent most of your career protecting."

"That's true," he sighs, "But more importantly, I never thought it'd end with you."

"That can be said for the both of us."

Lost in hazy thought, he sighs, staring at the left wing mirror. "You know, I wasn't even sure you'd go through with this," he says. The gravity of the comment is strong enough to bring her eyes from the road to his expression for the first time. To be honest, she wasn't sure in the moment she decided either. But here, now, she can see it's right.

"I trust you," she offers a gentle smile, "I couldn't leave you."

"You've left everything behind. Again."

"As have you," she replies quickly, "Difference is, we're together this time. And isn't that the point."

He smiles back, and nods confidently.

"Yes, I believe it is."

They let the truth of the moment remain between them, the same volume as the deep rumble of the car running over the tarmac at 80mph before she speaks again.

"Do you actually have a plan?" She switches to the left lane again, noticing how as he rests, his right hand tugs the seatbelt away from his body. "You ok?"

Uncomfortably, he shifts in the seat and slips his left hand under the shirt, poking tenderly with a quick wince hidden by the dark for anyone who wasn't looking for it.

"Yes," he groans, "I'm fine."

"Harry I think you're in a worse condition than you're admitting. I should take you to a hospital." But as soon as the words leave her mouth she sighs and shakes her head as she so often does, knowing they can't risk anything at all but leaving the country. "Well at least let me have a look, when we've reached... wherever it is we're going."

He goes to reply – probably to refuse her instruction – but as he does so, his gaze finds the mirror and he painfully lifts his shoulders round to see out of the back window.

"Your inspection's going to have to wait for now," he turns back to her, "We've got a bigger problem."

"What?" she follows his gaze to the blaring headlights of the black Jaguar behind them, "That's not...?"

"I'm afraid it is."

More soon (hopefully longer) ;)