The poem is Say It by

Future: Calling

Harry had been decommissioned in the end and Ruth stood up, awash in the blue she loved, took his hand and led him off The Grid. Shocked delight was Harry, horrified Home Secretary ('I just lost our greatest asset'), sad but acknowledging Beth, Dimitri and Tariq and so it's all's well that ends well (If you can call getting fired a happy ending).

I have an immense desire, did you know?
And absolute, too. I'm in constant search of you.
If today's truth is truth no longer tomorrow,
How can, my dear, love ever be old too?

The ocean's salt is upon both their lips and Ruth's hair hangs in matted strings. Happiness is a day at the beach with a lover.

"I love you," she whispers.

He is pensieve. "How will they manage without me?"

"They'll do fine."

Wry smile. "I'll miss them. Will you?"

"Always, but it was them or you." She traces shapes onto his bare chest. "Harry, I love you." Repetition is necessary she feels, after all they've been through together and apart.

His smile is as radiant as the bursting sun. "Oh Ruth darling- I love you too."

Be deeply in love, but that is still not enough.
You've got to say love, hundreds, no, thousands of times.
Be so loving that every night is one of spring,
And birds and butterflies freed in the love garden.

Say it, you must say it, you must.

She makes it right. "I was wrong to leave it as something left unsaid. Love isn't something to be mocked or fooled with, not when love is for life."

He smiled thinking of church spires and priests from his childhood. He whispered and he felt the words to be true, "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

Ruth whispered, "Love never fails...And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."

She leant back into his embrace and closed her eyes. His hands ran over her bare breasts and down her body and came to rest against her stomach.

"We'll have stories to tell our children, exciting ones, frightening ones, and we'll make sure that someone at least remembers our friends who have fallen."

Ruth could still see Danny before her, but his face was fainter now and less painful to envisage and she could see that he was smiling.

"What will you do with yourself?" she murmured.

"Oh- we'll have enough to get by on my enforced retirement package. I'll potter in the garden and make our cottage lovely."

She still sees the faces; they float, projected before her. Jo's big blue eyes aren't in pain anymore and she can see straight through Ros to the vulnerability and the sensitivity beneath. Colin has an arm around Danny. Zaf holds Jo's hand. Lucas stands slightly behind Ros, his eyes are still confused but she thinks she sees his mouth move and she imagines his lips form "sorry."

"Harry. I'm going to write a novel," she says.

They all smile at her and nod and wink out. Lucas is the last to go. She reaches out one finger to touch him and he vanishes.

"I want to remember them all Harry." Finally darling, I come to terms with it all, finally I have time to grieve and yet still be happy with you.

He smiles and nods and then lies back in the grainy sand. She lies on top of him. They make love on the deserted beach.

With words that dwell privy in your eyes and your brows
With joy, bashfulness, and ecstasy at dusk,
With head cuddling, smile on your lips, and grasping arms,
With wordless intensity, what else do I know!

The baby in her belly kicks. She touches her stomach protectively. Harry smiles. She smiles. Everything has come together.

Even the spirits know it

And the end guys whoo hoo. My wrist hurts from typing so off to take a break now from fan fic writing.