Title: Looking For Pluto
Prompt: 48 - Pluto
Summary: Set a few years post-show. Assume that M/H didn't stay together for good after the finale. Little bit of fluff.
AN: Thanks to Chris for the beta.

She found him outside sitting on the patio bench, beer in hand, looking up at the sky.

“Whatcha doing out here alone? You do know there’s a party going on inside, right?”

His head jerked at the sound of her voice. A smile fell on his face in that way of his which almost made him look innocent. She sat down on the other side of the bench.

“I’m looking for Pluto.”

She laughed. “Oh, you are?”

“I heard he was supposed to cross paths with Earth tonight.”

“Well, he’s still pretty far away. You might need a telescope.”

He winked at her. “Details, details.”

She shook her head and took a deep breath, drinking in the warm night air. “I love nights like this.”

He nodded and took a sip of his beer. “Yeah, me too.”

She reached over and grabbed his beer, taking a sip. “You gonna tell me what you’re really doing out here?”

He kinda shrugged, and for some reason it made him appear smaller, maybe a little defeated. “I don’t know, Harry. Just not up for a party tonight.”

She waited a moment, choosing her words carefully. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with it being Jeannie’s engagement party, would it?”

He didn’t answer, letting the question hang in the air as he stared up at the stars. She took another sip of his beer. It was warm, but it was better than doing nothing.

Slowly he shook his head. “Not in the way you mean.”

She relaxed into the bench. “Care to elaborate?”

Harriet watched as he shifted around on his side of the bench and ran a hand through his hair.

“Jeannie getting married doesn’t bother me. But it’s just one more reminder that we’re not getting any younger.”

“Oh, you’re getting sentimental on me?” She asked; a little amused, a little tired.

He kind of laughed. “Hell, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just going batty in my old age.”

She chuckled. “Matt, you’ve always been batty.”

He turned to her, flashing a smile. “I know.”

“So what are you getting at? Do you…” she trailed off, turning her attention to the label of the beer bottle as she picked at a corner. “Do you want to get married or something?”

“Maybe.”

At this she looked back up to find him watching her. She tried to find the joke in his eyes, but all she saw was him. She swallowed. “Are you sure? I know we haven’t been back together that long…” she dropped off, losing her nerve.

“No, I’m not sure. But I am sure that I love you, and that you’re the only woman who might ever be able to put up with me that long. I’m not sure about getting married, but I am sure about who it’ll be if I ever am.”

At this she smiled and slid over next to him. He brought his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay. Let’s find Pluto.”

He kissed her temple. “Okay.”