Apotheosis- A TGWDLM Fanfic

Chapter Four: Cell Block Tango

"I thought you might be happier to see me." Henry smirked, with only the tiniest hint of malice in his eyes.

"You're not you, though." Harriet shook her head.

"But I am! And you know that." Henry hopped off of the table. Harriet could hear Emma shuffling away in the distance, perhaps into an adjoining room. Emma was smart, using Harriet as a distraction. Harriet watched her uncle begin to approach her, and started backing up. "You know everything about us."

"Yes, well, know thine enemy." Harriet chuckled nervously. "If you really are in there, Uncle Henry, then you won't kill me."

"You mean save you?" Henry corrected.

"No. You won't be able to convert me." Harriet smirked with faux confidence. She grounded herself, though her uncle continued to approach. "You would never be able to tear my guts out. You know we both share the Hidgens' signature sensitive tummies. And you never could stand to see me in pain. Alternatively, you'd feel weird kissing your daughter figure, wouldn't you?"

"You make two good points." Henry considered. "Fine. You've bought yourself some time. I suppose we'll have to wait. I'll have to stay here, of course, to supervise you. You're too resourceful to leave on your own."

"I know." Harriet winked, still acting with a fake confidence to cover up the nerves eating at her.

"I'll have to wait for Paul to get here for Emma, who we've locked in the side room for now." Henry planned. "Clever, isn't she?"

"Extremely." Harriet agreed. "IQ is far higher than that of the average barista."

"And she's not stuck up, either." He continued. "Did I tell you one time she got us groceries?"

"I can see her doing that." Harriet nodded.

"You know, I've missed this..." Henry started.

"Don't." Harriet flushed, looking down. "I have been broken all day because of you, and just as I begin to pick up the pieces, you have the audacity to stroll in and talk about how you're hurting? You betrayed me, Henry! You ruined everything!"

"Harriet, I'm..." He tried again, this time sounding genuinely hurt.

"Sorry? It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" Harriet spat. "My whole life, I trusted you... and you risked everything for the fantasy of a world where Working Boys could be successful. I heard what you did. It isn't as if you got attacked. No. You called them to you. You asked them to kill you."

"I did it for us." Henry whispered lowly, pulling Harriet into a soft embrace. She pushed him away.

"That's bullshit." She scoffed. "You've got some nerve, trying to make things right. Things will never be right again. You showed me exactly how much you care about me."

"Harriet, please." Henry begged, taking her hand. Just then, there was a downbeat, followed by a guitar riff. Henry smirked a little and pulled Harriet into tango form. Harriet couldn't resist a tango on the best of days. On her worst, she was taking it gladly, despite how upset she was with her uncle.

"Now?" Harriet rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry if you feel that I've betrayed you," Henry sung. Harriet melted into the form, following him as they begun to dance. His voice was somehow even better than it had been before. Absolutely flawless. "Or if in any way I have dismayed you."

"Dismayed you?" Harriet scoffed, on beat.

"Rhyme scheme." Henry chuckled without missing a beat. "Trust me darling when I say that you are my heart."