Title: The Way it Should've Been
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Classification: V
Spoilers: Boomerang Part 2
Rating: PG
Summary: How Boomerang pt. 2 should have really
ended.
Authors Note: I was so dissatisfied with the ending of
this episode, I decided to write my first vignette
every and rewrite the ending the way I thought it
should've been. Hence the title. I hope all of you who
were as mad as I was with this ending will enjoy my
story.
* * *
"...my wife." Brumby's words echoed though Mac's
head. Wife? She thought? This was one turn she
never would have expected. It mad her regret leading
Brumby on like she did in the first place. She had
told him the truth, she *did* like him, but only as a
friend.
"Mic, I can't." Brumby's face fell. Seeing his reaction
pained Mac, but she knew she could never marry
him. If she said yes now, it would only be out of
guilt. Marriages shouldn't be based on guilt.
"You love him, don't you?" Brumby cut into her
thoughts.
"What?"
"Harm, you love him." Mac stopped. He was
absolutely right. She did love him.
"Yes." She replied softly.
"He's a lucky man." And with that, Brumby placed a
quick kiss on her lips and was gone.
Mac knew now what she had to do. She waited on the
ferry deck until it docked and without looking back,
she got off and caught a cab. Brumby was a thing of
the past now. There was only one man in her future
now. It didn't take long for the cab to arrive at the
hotel where she and Harm were staying. After paying
for the cab, she took a deep breath and headed
upstairs for Harm's room.
* * *
Harm sat on his bed, idly flipping thought the
numerous channels. "Admit it" he thought to himself,
"you're jealous". He was jealous, there was no doubt
about that. After his conversation with Mac on the
deck of the ferry the other night, he was sure that
things had finally begun to change between him and
her. Sure, parts of the conversation had been a little
sketchy where each of them had avoided the direct
questions they though at each other, but he had
basically admitted to her the way he felt about Mac,
in so many words. He was certain that she had felt
the same way. But who knows? For all he knew she
could have been leading him on and really did like
Brumby. Although he found that hard to believe,
Harm had to admit it did seem somewhat logical.
"Maybe," he thought, "She just asked him to dinner
tonight just to be a good friend and say goodbye."
That was just as logical. God knows he wanted that to
be the case. He was so deep in his thoughts that he
didn't hear the knocking at first, but when if became
louder and more incessant he realized that there was,
in fact, someone at his door. Harms thoughts snapped
back into the present. He was in no way fit to answer
the door, being dressed in only his boxer shorts and
standard white t-shirt. He made a cursory glance at
his room but found nothing he could use to better
dress himself. "Oh well" he thought. He might as
well answer the door. Knowing his luck it would
probably me some maid asking if he wanted ice. And
with that thought, he opened the door.
* * *
Mac conciensley felt her eyes flicker down the length
of Harm's body and she was fully aware that he did
the same to her. It was a moment before either of
them spoke.
"Where's Brumby?" Harm asked. It didn't take him
long to regret his words.
"I don't know," Mac replied, "Harm, can I talk to
you?"
"Sure. Come on in Mac." Harm held the door back
and allowed her to enter, "Sorry about my clothes. I
thought you were the maid."
"I don't mind." Ops! Thought Mac. Had she said that
a out loud? "Well," she scolded herself, that is what
you came to tell him, isn't it?" Harm just gave her one
of his trademark grins.
"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" Mac
took a deep breath before she started.
"Harm, Brumby asked me to marry him tonight."
Mac looked at Harm. He looked...stunned, to put it
lightly.
"Marry him? You didn't say yes, did you?" That's
Harm for you. Sometimes his words run away with
his mouth. Mac did admire his honesty though.
"No, I didn't."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that Mac," but he wasn't
sorry, and Mac knew that.
"That's not all he said," Harm raised his eyebrows
and looked at her, "He said," she paused. Did she
really want to say this? "He said that I love you."
The moments ticked by and yet Harm still didn't say
anything. Mac couldn't look at him but when she
finally did, she found him staring straight answer.
She returned his stare and dared him with her eyes to
answer.
"Do you?" He asked simply. Mac couldn't help but
smile.
"Yes, I do. That's why I knew I couldn't marry
Brumby. When he said that, it all made since. It
wouldn't have never worked Harm, I belong with
you."
"I love you too Sarah." Mac felt goose bumps raise
on her arms. That always happened when he called
her by her first name. As if on cue, Harm slowly
came over to where she stood and ever so slowly,
Mac reached up and put her arms around his neck.
Harm leaned down until his lips where inches away
from hers. In retrospect, Mac nor Harm ever really
remembered who made the final move but they were
soon touching lips. All the tension that had been
repressed for years seemed to flow into this
passionate embrace. When they finally pulled apart,
their lips glistening Harm smiled,
"I used to always tell you after your breakups that
you could've done better. I don't think I need to tell
you that any more." Mac returned his smile,
"No, you really don't."
* * *
The End
Author: Marissa
E-mail: marissa113@hotmail.com
Classification: V
Spoilers: Boomerang Part 2
Rating: PG
Summary: How Boomerang pt. 2 should have really
ended.
Authors Note: I was so dissatisfied with the ending of
this episode, I decided to write my first vignette
every and rewrite the ending the way I thought it
should've been. Hence the title. I hope all of you who
were as mad as I was with this ending will enjoy my
story.
* * *
"...my wife." Brumby's words echoed though Mac's
head. Wife? She thought? This was one turn she
never would have expected. It mad her regret leading
Brumby on like she did in the first place. She had
told him the truth, she *did* like him, but only as a
friend.
"Mic, I can't." Brumby's face fell. Seeing his reaction
pained Mac, but she knew she could never marry
him. If she said yes now, it would only be out of
guilt. Marriages shouldn't be based on guilt.
"You love him, don't you?" Brumby cut into her
thoughts.
"What?"
"Harm, you love him." Mac stopped. He was
absolutely right. She did love him.
"Yes." She replied softly.
"He's a lucky man." And with that, Brumby placed a
quick kiss on her lips and was gone.
Mac knew now what she had to do. She waited on the
ferry deck until it docked and without looking back,
she got off and caught a cab. Brumby was a thing of
the past now. There was only one man in her future
now. It didn't take long for the cab to arrive at the
hotel where she and Harm were staying. After paying
for the cab, she took a deep breath and headed
upstairs for Harm's room.
* * *
Harm sat on his bed, idly flipping thought the
numerous channels. "Admit it" he thought to himself,
"you're jealous". He was jealous, there was no doubt
about that. After his conversation with Mac on the
deck of the ferry the other night, he was sure that
things had finally begun to change between him and
her. Sure, parts of the conversation had been a little
sketchy where each of them had avoided the direct
questions they though at each other, but he had
basically admitted to her the way he felt about Mac,
in so many words. He was certain that she had felt
the same way. But who knows? For all he knew she
could have been leading him on and really did like
Brumby. Although he found that hard to believe,
Harm had to admit it did seem somewhat logical.
"Maybe," he thought, "She just asked him to dinner
tonight just to be a good friend and say goodbye."
That was just as logical. God knows he wanted that to
be the case. He was so deep in his thoughts that he
didn't hear the knocking at first, but when if became
louder and more incessant he realized that there was,
in fact, someone at his door. Harms thoughts snapped
back into the present. He was in no way fit to answer
the door, being dressed in only his boxer shorts and
standard white t-shirt. He made a cursory glance at
his room but found nothing he could use to better
dress himself. "Oh well" he thought. He might as
well answer the door. Knowing his luck it would
probably me some maid asking if he wanted ice. And
with that thought, he opened the door.
* * *
Mac conciensley felt her eyes flicker down the length
of Harm's body and she was fully aware that he did
the same to her. It was a moment before either of
them spoke.
"Where's Brumby?" Harm asked. It didn't take him
long to regret his words.
"I don't know," Mac replied, "Harm, can I talk to
you?"
"Sure. Come on in Mac." Harm held the door back
and allowed her to enter, "Sorry about my clothes. I
thought you were the maid."
"I don't mind." Ops! Thought Mac. Had she said that
a out loud? "Well," she scolded herself, that is what
you came to tell him, isn't it?" Harm just gave her one
of his trademark grins.
"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" Mac
took a deep breath before she started.
"Harm, Brumby asked me to marry him tonight."
Mac looked at Harm. He looked...stunned, to put it
lightly.
"Marry him? You didn't say yes, did you?" That's
Harm for you. Sometimes his words run away with
his mouth. Mac did admire his honesty though.
"No, I didn't."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that Mac," but he wasn't
sorry, and Mac knew that.
"That's not all he said," Harm raised his eyebrows
and looked at her, "He said," she paused. Did she
really want to say this? "He said that I love you."
The moments ticked by and yet Harm still didn't say
anything. Mac couldn't look at him but when she
finally did, she found him staring straight answer.
She returned his stare and dared him with her eyes to
answer.
"Do you?" He asked simply. Mac couldn't help but
smile.
"Yes, I do. That's why I knew I couldn't marry
Brumby. When he said that, it all made since. It
wouldn't have never worked Harm, I belong with
you."
"I love you too Sarah." Mac felt goose bumps raise
on her arms. That always happened when he called
her by her first name. As if on cue, Harm slowly
came over to where she stood and ever so slowly,
Mac reached up and put her arms around his neck.
Harm leaned down until his lips where inches away
from hers. In retrospect, Mac nor Harm ever really
remembered who made the final move but they were
soon touching lips. All the tension that had been
repressed for years seemed to flow into this
passionate embrace. When they finally pulled apart,
their lips glistening Harm smiled,
"I used to always tell you after your breakups that
you could've done better. I don't think I need to tell
you that any more." Mac returned his smile,
"No, you really don't."
* * *
The End