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Sharpe had never been so relieved to see his Irish Sergeant's face than when he appeared over lieutenant Berry's shoulder driving a knife into the bastard's side, he put up no resistance as a relieved Harper took his lips in a deep kiss.
As much as he did love Teresa nothing could fight the relationships forged in war and on the battlefield.
A sharp painful twinge from his wounded leg reminded him where they were "C'mon Pat, we're not done yet" he prompted gently pushing the Irishman back, "Alright, but be prepared for my nursemaiding later sir" returned his sergeant making him chuckle "I wouldn't have it any other way, now let's have a crack at Boney's men shall we?"
Harper helped him up before replying with a smile "Aye sir, let's"
The end.