Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 1254
Author's Summary: Of all the occasions to choose to propose marriage, an autopsy probably isn't the best one.
Characters/Pairings: Harry Sullivan/Martha
Recced because: Harry/Martha is one of my OTPs and should be one of yours.
It was Martha's job really, but Harry hated missing out on something new and since she knew that, she'd invited him. Along with the discovery of a new alien lifeform, it meant that he also got to spend more time with Martha, who he was loathe to call his girlfriend only because he felt too old for those sorts of labels. All in all he wasn't having a bad day to start with.
Since it was useless, he laid down the saw and took to examining the alien's arm, trying to work out how it walked upright without any bones. He wanted to look at the spine - or where the spine should be - but Martha was more interested in its internal organs, so he would have to wait his turn.
The size of the alien meant Martha was better placed to rummage around inside it and while she did, Harry let the arm fall from his grip and watched her work. In theory he was concentrating on the alien's structure, and that was what he would have told anyone he was thinking about, but in reality he couldn't quite take his eyes off Martha. In the past few weeks he'd been thinking about their lives together and future marriage prospects. He was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and on his last day off had got as far as buying a ring. Now he just needed to decide when and where was the best place to propose and how to do it.