Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and belong to Donald P.
Bellisario. I am not making any money off of my story and don't intend to.
Rating: PG - Just about the same type of stuff you would see in a normal episode of JAG. There's no swearing, no sexual situations or anything. Just some romance, a little action.
This is my first fanfiction story and I hope all of you enjoy it. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Chapter 1: The Accident
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
0200
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie found herself dreaming more and more about her partner. Maybe it was her subconscious. Maybe something in the universe was trying to tell her something. Maybe. For now, however, her relationship with the Commander has survived Paraguay, and it seemed for the first time in months they had finally been on good terms. As far as any feelings for the man was concerned, she was content to keep it at bay until something told her it was time, or that they were indeed ready for such a change. Obviously, since Paraguay their friendship has strained a bit, and any "relationship" was still a ways away. They still had much to work through, many issues to work through if it ever was going to happen. So maybe dreams about him were not uncommon, considering her mind had been on him lately.
Every time she dreamt, the events through her dream proceeded further and further. The conclusion to such a dream seemed far off, relaying to her that it would be some time before the issue within her head concerning the commander was resolved. So far, the dream had taken her to JAG, more importantly to Harm's office. She felt that she had been seeing images of Harm, almost ghost like, but Harm was not actually in the office. The more intriguing the events, the more complicated and strange they had become. Sometimes it was conversations of anger towards Harm, sometimes loving, and sometimes confusion. What was most interesting tonight was her sudden arrival at Harm's apartment, but this time, there was no Harm. She felt herself searching, searching, but continually the apartment remained empty. The phone suddenly rang, and with that the dream broke. Mac vaguely heard it, and slowly picked up the receiver. "Colonel Mackenzie," she responded tiredly. "Colonel," came the rigid sounding voice. At that, the realization of who was on the other side of the phone awakened her quickly. "Admiral, sir." The Admiral wasted no time. "I've just received word that Commander Rabb was in a car accident. Circumstances are relatively sketchy. However, he is in extremely critical condition." All Mac heard was Rabb and critical condition in the same sentence. The rest was a blur as her mind traveled at the speed of light; questions, images, memories. Then another word caught her attention, "Colonel?" "Yes, sir. I'll get to the hospital as soon as I can." "I thought you might want to join me. I'll give you a better summary when you arrive. Use safety, Colonel, I don't need to lose two good officers." With that, the phone went silent, and Mac quickly hung it up. She would take caution, certainly, but there would be no hesitation in dressing quickly in sweatpants and a sweatshirt to guard herself from the cold of the winter night and getting into her 'vette. What surprised her the most as she turned her car and raced it down the street was her still strong loyalty and caring for a man whom she had been at odds with for quite sometime. How interesting indeed.
Bethesda Naval Hospital
Washington, D.C.
0250
The confusion was massive throughout the emergency room, and it was all anyone could do to find the service desk. Mac pushed her way past the waiting room to a nurses' station, and found a female nurse talking rapidly to someone on the phone. The nurse seemed not to notice Mac as she turned her back to the Colonel and continued her conversation. Noticeably irritated, Mac lightly patted the counter. "Ma'am!" The nurse continued to ignore her, and again Mac continued to knock on the counter, this time louder and more insistent. "Hey!"
The nurse finally turned, "I'll be right with you, Ma'am."
"No, wait, all I need is the location of a patient."
The nurse smiled, "I understand that, Ma'am, but you will have to wait just a few more minutes for me to finish this call." The nurse turned to her phone call, and Mac's patience, though usually much more tame, was not so in the middle of the night. Mac moved quickly around the desk and searched through the records acquired today. The nurse turned to see what she was doing, and protested frantically, "Ma'am! You cannot be here, get outta here. You must wait your turn!" Mac ignored the woman, found the number, and walked away. She was not in the mood to make a point of the rudeness of the nurse, nor did she have the physical or mental strength for such a confrontation. She needed to get to her Harm . Commander Rabb, as quickly as possible.
Harm's location was not in the ER, but up in the OR. Mac might've thought of that had her mind not been so preoccupied by so many other emotions. The elevator ride was quick, and she raced through the dull blue hallways. She came to a three way stop, which the sign promptly lead her left. The moment she turned, she saw the Admiral pacing from one side of the waiting room to the other. His face was a mirror image of her own emotions.
"Admiral!" she called as she raced quickly to his side. The Admiral acknowledged her and moved quietly to a seat. Mac anxiously followed. "Admiral, what happened?" she prompted once again. Admiral Chegwidden just folded his arms and neglected to look at her. "Apparently, Commander Rabb was out for a midnight drive. What the circumstances were that led up to this, I don't know, Colonel." Mac sighed, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her temple. It had already been a long night, and the worse was surely yet to come. Chegwidden stood up again, and walked quietly over to the water cooler. Questions continued to race through Mac's mind, and yet each one seemed pertinent enough to be asked first. Before she could speak up, however, the Admiral answered for her, "The Commander is in surgery. He had a pretty bad concussion, some serious internal hemorrhaging. Other than that, not much has been released." The Admiral knew how much Harm and Mac had meant to each other, and knew that not much could keep them away from each other in a situation like this. He also knew that the Colonel needed to know the seriousness of the Commander's condition. She deserved it. "There's more, Colonel. And it involves JAG. The surgery will take at least 3 more hours. Let's go get some coffee. If there's any changes, they'll let us know." Mac shook her head. "No, sir, I can't leave him. I won't." "Colonel, there's nothing you can do. Commander Turner said he would be here shortly, and he can take over waiting. However, there's more to this case, and I can't talk about it here. I order you to join me," insisted the Admiral, who this time caught the interest of Mac. There was something in his voice, something he wasn't saying. What more could there be? How did it involve JAG? Now she had more questions, and no answers to accompany them. "I know this is hard, Colonel, but you need to know this first." Mac nodded and followed the Admiral.
Rating: PG - Just about the same type of stuff you would see in a normal episode of JAG. There's no swearing, no sexual situations or anything. Just some romance, a little action.
This is my first fanfiction story and I hope all of you enjoy it. Feedback is definitely welcome.
Chapter 1: The Accident
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
0200
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie found herself dreaming more and more about her partner. Maybe it was her subconscious. Maybe something in the universe was trying to tell her something. Maybe. For now, however, her relationship with the Commander has survived Paraguay, and it seemed for the first time in months they had finally been on good terms. As far as any feelings for the man was concerned, she was content to keep it at bay until something told her it was time, or that they were indeed ready for such a change. Obviously, since Paraguay their friendship has strained a bit, and any "relationship" was still a ways away. They still had much to work through, many issues to work through if it ever was going to happen. So maybe dreams about him were not uncommon, considering her mind had been on him lately.
Every time she dreamt, the events through her dream proceeded further and further. The conclusion to such a dream seemed far off, relaying to her that it would be some time before the issue within her head concerning the commander was resolved. So far, the dream had taken her to JAG, more importantly to Harm's office. She felt that she had been seeing images of Harm, almost ghost like, but Harm was not actually in the office. The more intriguing the events, the more complicated and strange they had become. Sometimes it was conversations of anger towards Harm, sometimes loving, and sometimes confusion. What was most interesting tonight was her sudden arrival at Harm's apartment, but this time, there was no Harm. She felt herself searching, searching, but continually the apartment remained empty. The phone suddenly rang, and with that the dream broke. Mac vaguely heard it, and slowly picked up the receiver. "Colonel Mackenzie," she responded tiredly. "Colonel," came the rigid sounding voice. At that, the realization of who was on the other side of the phone awakened her quickly. "Admiral, sir." The Admiral wasted no time. "I've just received word that Commander Rabb was in a car accident. Circumstances are relatively sketchy. However, he is in extremely critical condition." All Mac heard was Rabb and critical condition in the same sentence. The rest was a blur as her mind traveled at the speed of light; questions, images, memories. Then another word caught her attention, "Colonel?" "Yes, sir. I'll get to the hospital as soon as I can." "I thought you might want to join me. I'll give you a better summary when you arrive. Use safety, Colonel, I don't need to lose two good officers." With that, the phone went silent, and Mac quickly hung it up. She would take caution, certainly, but there would be no hesitation in dressing quickly in sweatpants and a sweatshirt to guard herself from the cold of the winter night and getting into her 'vette. What surprised her the most as she turned her car and raced it down the street was her still strong loyalty and caring for a man whom she had been at odds with for quite sometime. How interesting indeed.
Bethesda Naval Hospital
Washington, D.C.
0250
The confusion was massive throughout the emergency room, and it was all anyone could do to find the service desk. Mac pushed her way past the waiting room to a nurses' station, and found a female nurse talking rapidly to someone on the phone. The nurse seemed not to notice Mac as she turned her back to the Colonel and continued her conversation. Noticeably irritated, Mac lightly patted the counter. "Ma'am!" The nurse continued to ignore her, and again Mac continued to knock on the counter, this time louder and more insistent. "Hey!"
The nurse finally turned, "I'll be right with you, Ma'am."
"No, wait, all I need is the location of a patient."
The nurse smiled, "I understand that, Ma'am, but you will have to wait just a few more minutes for me to finish this call." The nurse turned to her phone call, and Mac's patience, though usually much more tame, was not so in the middle of the night. Mac moved quickly around the desk and searched through the records acquired today. The nurse turned to see what she was doing, and protested frantically, "Ma'am! You cannot be here, get outta here. You must wait your turn!" Mac ignored the woman, found the number, and walked away. She was not in the mood to make a point of the rudeness of the nurse, nor did she have the physical or mental strength for such a confrontation. She needed to get to her Harm . Commander Rabb, as quickly as possible.
Harm's location was not in the ER, but up in the OR. Mac might've thought of that had her mind not been so preoccupied by so many other emotions. The elevator ride was quick, and she raced through the dull blue hallways. She came to a three way stop, which the sign promptly lead her left. The moment she turned, she saw the Admiral pacing from one side of the waiting room to the other. His face was a mirror image of her own emotions.
"Admiral!" she called as she raced quickly to his side. The Admiral acknowledged her and moved quietly to a seat. Mac anxiously followed. "Admiral, what happened?" she prompted once again. Admiral Chegwidden just folded his arms and neglected to look at her. "Apparently, Commander Rabb was out for a midnight drive. What the circumstances were that led up to this, I don't know, Colonel." Mac sighed, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her temple. It had already been a long night, and the worse was surely yet to come. Chegwidden stood up again, and walked quietly over to the water cooler. Questions continued to race through Mac's mind, and yet each one seemed pertinent enough to be asked first. Before she could speak up, however, the Admiral answered for her, "The Commander is in surgery. He had a pretty bad concussion, some serious internal hemorrhaging. Other than that, not much has been released." The Admiral knew how much Harm and Mac had meant to each other, and knew that not much could keep them away from each other in a situation like this. He also knew that the Colonel needed to know the seriousness of the Commander's condition. She deserved it. "There's more, Colonel. And it involves JAG. The surgery will take at least 3 more hours. Let's go get some coffee. If there's any changes, they'll let us know." Mac shook her head. "No, sir, I can't leave him. I won't." "Colonel, there's nothing you can do. Commander Turner said he would be here shortly, and he can take over waiting. However, there's more to this case, and I can't talk about it here. I order you to join me," insisted the Admiral, who this time caught the interest of Mac. There was something in his voice, something he wasn't saying. What more could there be? How did it involve JAG? Now she had more questions, and no answers to accompany them. "I know this is hard, Colonel, but you need to know this first." Mac nodded and followed the Admiral.