Me again I guess I'm feeling a little brave. This came to me after spending hours on the internet reading Harm and Mac fan fiction. I must warn you it's a little sad it has the touchy subject of a child dying but it happens in this world unfortunately. I'm not sure whether to continue or end it there. So suggestions would be helpful. I hope you like it!!

Sarah Mackenzie watched as the coffin with a flag draped over it was placed gently on the ground. She looked around at the weeping faces as they mourned their friend. She caught sight of him standing behind his mother putting a hand on her shoulder to try and console her. Mac looked deeply into his eyes knowing full well that her eyes were dull and void of emotion. She knew he would be worried. But it didn't matter anymore. She was as good as dead. She felt nothing. Her mind was made up. This would all be over in a couple of hours. She watched as her little boy was lowered into the ground forever leaving her. She felt her husbands disgusting arm snake around her waist. He had killed her little boy and she could never tell anyone. But they would know one day the monster he really was. His hand gripped her side harshly hoping to get a reaction out of her. Desperately needing to know he could still cause her pain. That he still had power over her. Her bruised and cracked ribs screamed out in pain but she held strong. She would not give him the satisfaction. She held her head high while the priest spoke of her precious son. He was only six years old.

She had come home and found him at the bottom of the stairs crying while her husband stood at the top wide eyed. He had never hurt him before. Mac wouldn't let him. She called the ambulance and grabbed her son. He held onto her as if his life depended on it. He kept saying it hurt and he wanted her to kiss it to make it better. So she did. She kissed him right above the heart. His breathing was shallow and his heart was slowing down some. He wasn't supposed to be home. He was supposed to have been at his after school program. They had called her letting her know he hadn't shown up and she knew where he was.

"You're my little Marine right baby?" he nodded his eyes slowly closing.

"Semper fi" he had whispered as his eyes closed. Her husband was wailing like a little baby at the top of the stairs. She ignored him. All she cared about was her little boy dying in her arms. "Mommy?" he had whispered. "Aren't you coming? Please I don't want to go without you" Mac felt tears rush down her face. He had spoken so innocently, so childlike it had broken her heart. He was a tough kid. Her little Marine but he was his mommy's little boy. And right now all he was, was a little boy in pain who wanted his mommy to never leave him.

"Yes baby mommy's coming I promise. Mommy's coming" the little boy with sandy hair smiled and snuggled into her arms. Comforted immensely by her words.

"Love you mommy Semper fi right?" Mac felt those two painful words hit her hard. She bit back a sob and smiled down at him.

"Right baby mommy loves you. Semper fi" And with that her son had died in her arms. Mac had wailed in grief. She held her son's head to her chest wishing she could transfer her life to him. She looked up at her husband in disgust. When the EMT's had arrived they tried to pull her away but soon realized that the call was too late. So they left the room giving the mother time to mourn her son. She sat there for two hours. Her sobs had subsided an hour ago. Leaving her in an impenetrable silence. Mac brushed her son's hair from his perfect face so she could look at him. Really look at him. She could almost see his smiling face when she would come home from work or the look in his eyes every time he saw a navy plane take off. It was pure childhood delight. He was an innocent child who deserved to try out for the basketball team, go to collage, fall in love, get married, have kids. And now her son, her baby boy, was dead. And so was her world.

"Ma'am I know you're hurting but was this an accident? Or did your husband push him down the stairs?" Mic looked up in shock. It was all over. He knew she would tell on him. He had lost all his power on her. She had no reason to be afraid of him anymore because she had nothing left to live for. But what shocked him even more was her answer.

"It was an accident. They were playing and Matt slipped." The EMT, although not fully believing her, let it go. He thought about taking her in as a suicide watch but figured her husband could handle her. Mac smiled grimly at Mic after the EMT's left. He would get what was coming to him soon enough. But she needed his help with one last thing before she brought Michael Brumby to his knees.

Mac was jolted back to the present when Harm put his hand on her shoulder. She almost gasped at the contact. His hand had invoked the first warm real feeling in her cold dead body since her son had died. All she wanted to do was collapse in his arms and sob until they could move on together. Matt should have been his son. If he had he wouldn't be dead right now. She looked into his eyes begging him to make it better. She heard another voice and looked behind him to see his mother. She was standing behind him tears streaming down her face. She said she was sorry. And Mac believed her. She and Trish had become close these past few months she was in town. And Mac appreciated her coming here today but her body refused to acknowledge anything. She couldn't nod, she couldn't even mutter a thank you. He opened his mouth to speak but Mic cut him off. He wanted to hold onto any power he held over his wife and Rabb would destroy that. One word from him and Mac would fall into his arms and Harm would ride away with her into the sunset. No way in hell.

"Lets go darling" Mac nodded slightly and forced herself to hug Harm. She had to say something or he would never let go. And she loved him she wanted him to have a life after her. So she put her mouth to his ear and whispered her last words to him.

"Semper fi. I love you so much. So did Matt. No matter what happens tonight you couldn't have prevented it. I love you Sailor" Harm stood there shocked. What was she talking about? What was happening tonight? He reached for her but Mic came between them. He grabbed her arm roughly and led her to the car. As Mac drove away she looked once again at her little boy's grave and the man that should have been his father.

That night when they got home Mac did something she hadn't done in years. She yelled at Mic. She yelled whatever she could at him.

"You killed him! You killed my little boy!"

"He was my son too!"

"Maybe by blood but he never saw you as a father. He only saw you as the bad man who hurt his mommy. Harm was his true father and I'm glad he was in Matt's life!" Smack! A hard blow to her face sent Mac slamming against the table.

"Shut up" Mic said in a calm dangerous voice.

"Go to hell. That's where you belong. Do whatever you want to me I don't care anymore." Mic punched her in the stomach causing her to crumple to the floor. He kicked her side a couple times grinning when she closed her eyes to the pain.

"What's the matter baby? Still feel pain? Did you really think that you would ever be free of me?" He knelt down to her level. She was sitting on the floor an arm around her stomach. He ran a hand through her hair and pulled her head back sharply. He roughly kissed her and when he pulled away they were both breathing heavily. "We can make more babies."

"No, I don't ever want to have your children again. I got lucky with Matt. I want a real man to be the father of my child. A real man like Harmon Rabb Jr." And with that simple yet powerful name in the Brumby household war broke out. She knew she had let the monster, the true monster out of its cage. And she welcomed it with open arms. He threw her against the wall then wrapped his hands around her throat. She was too weak to fight him. Her ribs were broken and she was pretty sure her lungs weren't in good shape either. All she could feel was pain. And it made her want to laugh out loud. She was feeling something. She felt the world spin around her and felt a warmth spread over her.

"Come on Mommy!" her little boy laughed. "Its so much fun here. We can play all day and then we can watch the stars at night. Semper Fi mommy. Come on Mommy. Come and play with me!" He smiled in childish delight as she reached for his hand.

Suddenly she heard the door brake down and felt Mic wrenched off of her. She felt warm comforting arms encircle her and opened her eyes for a brief moment. Harm had Mic pinned to the wall and Trish was cradling Mac in her arms. Mac looked at Harm one last time before she closed her eyes. He looked her straight in the eyes grief already taking them over. She smiled at him before her eyes shut. They would be together in heaven one day. And Matt would have a real father. Someday. She had to tell him it was all right. He had to know she'd be waiting for him and that she would always be near. Suddenly she knew what to say. She knew what would convey everything to him. She took her last breath telling the man she loved it would be all right.

"See ya in the air flyboy"