Title: Way Back When...
Author: Chicago Chick
Rating: PG for references to sexual situations, and alcohol
Summary: In an alternate universe, Harm and Mac meet way back when...
Disclaimer: This story is mine, but the characters sadly aren't. But they could be nice enough to not have cliffhangers...
Author's Note: The first version to this story was really good, but it got deleted some how in my fked up computer. So I had to write it over, and this time I'm making a hard copy... So enjoy as much as you can...
Author's Note 2: The places in this story are more than likely made up by me, my apologies if they aren't correct. I just happen to live in the Midwest, thus the name. Also I chose to have the story take place in San Diego because first of all, Harm lived in California, I think, and there is a Marine base, or something there, and I heard Mac's dad was a Marine. Harm and Mac's ages are also slightly altered for the story line, otherwise it would just be weird...
0713 PST
EN ROUTE TO SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
5 SEPTEMBER 1984
Eighteen year old Harmon Rabb, Junior boarded the almost full bus of chattering people on the first day of school, and looked around for an empty seat. He walked down the aisle, and two rows from the back, he found a vacant seat. He looked across the aisle to see two sophomores engaged in a steamy make out session. The boy had his back to Harm, but he could see that the boy had dark hair, and so did the girl.
When she looked up after her and the boy came up for air, he saw incredibly intense brown eyes. They were like melted milk chocolate. He marveled in her beauty, just like every other guy that came around her. He was startled when another boy in the seat behind the sophomores popped up and started talking to the girl.
The bus came to a halt about five minutes later in front of the school. The red brick building was slightly intimidating to him because of its size; it had large bronze letters arching over the oversized double doors spelling out 'San Diego Public High School', and metal detectors just inside of the doors.
He was so wrapped up in the scenery, that when he finally snapped to, there was only him and the girl on the bus. She was picking up her stuff that was strewn all over the floor by the hyper sophomore that sat behind her. She looked at him and then at his feet. Then he heard the most angelic voice say,
"Hey, can you hand me that?" she pointed to a notebook by his foot.
"Yeah, sure," he bent over and retrieved it. As he came up, his eyes were transfixed to her long, muscular legs; calves encased in knee high boots, shimmery black nylons, and a simple black skirt with a thin chain for a belt. She also wore a red v-neck long sleeved cotton shirt that fit like a second skin, showing off her more than ample bust line.
For him, it was easy to see why all the guys were chasing her. She had incredible legs, that went on forever, and a well trimmed body, with curves in all the right places. Her shoulder length hair was thick, and was slightly curly, it was the kind of hair you would want to run your fingers through.
"Hey, you're going to be late if you don't hurry," she said as he handed the notebook to her.
"Yeah, I know, what is your first class?" he asked as they stepped down onto the sidewalk in front of the school, trying to make small talk.
"English Literature, with Miss Harlow. What is yours?" she answered with a question.
"Same," he said as he consulted his schedule, "I wonder how we ended up in the same class, you're a sophomore, right?"
"Yeah, last year, my English teacher made me take a placement test, and I guess I got lucky, and scored high. Either that, or she just did it to spite me, she was an evil one." She said with a laugh.
0726 PST
MISS HARLOW'S CLASS ENGLISH LITERATURE
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
"I never caught your name," Harm said as they walked into the classroom.
"Sarah MacKenzie, I never got yours either," she smiled as they sat next to each other at the back of the room.
"Harmon Rabb, I probably should have said something earlier, but, I was kind of caught up in the conversation," he smiled his future flyboy grin.
"You know that smile won't help you around me," she said almost seriously, but he saw the twinkle of laughter in her eye.
All of a sudden a large woman with a loud voice entered the room, and her voice boomed,
"Alright people, find seats! I will be handing out the rules for this class, read them and know them. I will tolerate no misbehavior in my class, or you will find yourself in the dean's office. Now we will go around the room, and say our names, and what we plan on doing after we get out of high school. We'll start with you," she pointed to Harm.
"My name is Harmon Rabb, and when I get out of high school, I plan on joining the Navy, and eventually going to the Academy at Annapolis," he recited.
Sarah was next and she answered, "My name is Sarah MacKenzie, and when I get out of high school, I plan on joining the Marines like my uncle Matt."
"Well, is there anyone else who plans on killing themselves for a living here?" an annoying blonde in the front of the room muttered just loud enough for the entire class to hear.
"Young lady! What is your name?" the teacher thundered.
"Renee Peterson," she said confidently.
"Well, Ms. Peterson, you should be proud of these people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for this country, and all it stands for. You should be thankful for these people," Miss Harlow continued.
1247 PST
LUNCH ROOM
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
"Lucky that we got the same lunch too, huh?" Harm commented to Sarah.
"Yeah, hey, come sit at my table with me," she grabbed his hand and practically dragged him over to where the two boys from the bus were having a conversation.
"Hey, Sarah," the hyper one said.
"Hey Eddie, Chris, this is Harm, I asked him to sit with us. That's okay, right?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, whatever Sar," Chris said as he turned back to the conversation he was having with Eddie.
She and Harm sat down opposite Eddie and Chris, and started having a conversation of their own. Harm began talking about how he wanted to be a pilot when he got in the Navy, and Sarah said she either wanted to be intelligence, or a lawyer.
"So tell me about you," Harm started, "What is your family like?"
Eddie and Chris stopped their conversation abruptly, and looked at Harm.
"I'd rather not talk about it," she said quietly.
"Oh, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized, "Its okay if you don't want to talk about it, I understand.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
They all went, and got their food, came back to the table, and ate. Every so often, Sarah would look over at Eddie, and he would shrug, and glance at Harm. About five minutes before the bell rang; Sarah and Eddie excused themselves, and disappeared through the cafeteria as Sarah started to pull a clear bottle out of her bag. Chris looked at Harm, shook his head, and followed them out the door.
To Be Continued...
Don't you hate it when people do that? I know I do, I want to know what happened to Mac, and what about the deal??? AHH!! Why do they do that to me? They did that last season with the plane crash... ERG! Anyways, you know the drill, read, and review. Or have one mad sailor on your butt. Buh bye! Chicago Chick (:)
Author: Chicago Chick
Rating: PG for references to sexual situations, and alcohol
Summary: In an alternate universe, Harm and Mac meet way back when...
Disclaimer: This story is mine, but the characters sadly aren't. But they could be nice enough to not have cliffhangers...
Author's Note: The first version to this story was really good, but it got deleted some how in my fked up computer. So I had to write it over, and this time I'm making a hard copy... So enjoy as much as you can...
Author's Note 2: The places in this story are more than likely made up by me, my apologies if they aren't correct. I just happen to live in the Midwest, thus the name. Also I chose to have the story take place in San Diego because first of all, Harm lived in California, I think, and there is a Marine base, or something there, and I heard Mac's dad was a Marine. Harm and Mac's ages are also slightly altered for the story line, otherwise it would just be weird...
0713 PST
EN ROUTE TO SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
5 SEPTEMBER 1984
Eighteen year old Harmon Rabb, Junior boarded the almost full bus of chattering people on the first day of school, and looked around for an empty seat. He walked down the aisle, and two rows from the back, he found a vacant seat. He looked across the aisle to see two sophomores engaged in a steamy make out session. The boy had his back to Harm, but he could see that the boy had dark hair, and so did the girl.
When she looked up after her and the boy came up for air, he saw incredibly intense brown eyes. They were like melted milk chocolate. He marveled in her beauty, just like every other guy that came around her. He was startled when another boy in the seat behind the sophomores popped up and started talking to the girl.
The bus came to a halt about five minutes later in front of the school. The red brick building was slightly intimidating to him because of its size; it had large bronze letters arching over the oversized double doors spelling out 'San Diego Public High School', and metal detectors just inside of the doors.
He was so wrapped up in the scenery, that when he finally snapped to, there was only him and the girl on the bus. She was picking up her stuff that was strewn all over the floor by the hyper sophomore that sat behind her. She looked at him and then at his feet. Then he heard the most angelic voice say,
"Hey, can you hand me that?" she pointed to a notebook by his foot.
"Yeah, sure," he bent over and retrieved it. As he came up, his eyes were transfixed to her long, muscular legs; calves encased in knee high boots, shimmery black nylons, and a simple black skirt with a thin chain for a belt. She also wore a red v-neck long sleeved cotton shirt that fit like a second skin, showing off her more than ample bust line.
For him, it was easy to see why all the guys were chasing her. She had incredible legs, that went on forever, and a well trimmed body, with curves in all the right places. Her shoulder length hair was thick, and was slightly curly, it was the kind of hair you would want to run your fingers through.
"Hey, you're going to be late if you don't hurry," she said as he handed the notebook to her.
"Yeah, I know, what is your first class?" he asked as they stepped down onto the sidewalk in front of the school, trying to make small talk.
"English Literature, with Miss Harlow. What is yours?" she answered with a question.
"Same," he said as he consulted his schedule, "I wonder how we ended up in the same class, you're a sophomore, right?"
"Yeah, last year, my English teacher made me take a placement test, and I guess I got lucky, and scored high. Either that, or she just did it to spite me, she was an evil one." She said with a laugh.
0726 PST
MISS HARLOW'S CLASS ENGLISH LITERATURE
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
"I never caught your name," Harm said as they walked into the classroom.
"Sarah MacKenzie, I never got yours either," she smiled as they sat next to each other at the back of the room.
"Harmon Rabb, I probably should have said something earlier, but, I was kind of caught up in the conversation," he smiled his future flyboy grin.
"You know that smile won't help you around me," she said almost seriously, but he saw the twinkle of laughter in her eye.
All of a sudden a large woman with a loud voice entered the room, and her voice boomed,
"Alright people, find seats! I will be handing out the rules for this class, read them and know them. I will tolerate no misbehavior in my class, or you will find yourself in the dean's office. Now we will go around the room, and say our names, and what we plan on doing after we get out of high school. We'll start with you," she pointed to Harm.
"My name is Harmon Rabb, and when I get out of high school, I plan on joining the Navy, and eventually going to the Academy at Annapolis," he recited.
Sarah was next and she answered, "My name is Sarah MacKenzie, and when I get out of high school, I plan on joining the Marines like my uncle Matt."
"Well, is there anyone else who plans on killing themselves for a living here?" an annoying blonde in the front of the room muttered just loud enough for the entire class to hear.
"Young lady! What is your name?" the teacher thundered.
"Renee Peterson," she said confidently.
"Well, Ms. Peterson, you should be proud of these people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for this country, and all it stands for. You should be thankful for these people," Miss Harlow continued.
1247 PST
LUNCH ROOM
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
"Lucky that we got the same lunch too, huh?" Harm commented to Sarah.
"Yeah, hey, come sit at my table with me," she grabbed his hand and practically dragged him over to where the two boys from the bus were having a conversation.
"Hey, Sarah," the hyper one said.
"Hey Eddie, Chris, this is Harm, I asked him to sit with us. That's okay, right?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, whatever Sar," Chris said as he turned back to the conversation he was having with Eddie.
She and Harm sat down opposite Eddie and Chris, and started having a conversation of their own. Harm began talking about how he wanted to be a pilot when he got in the Navy, and Sarah said she either wanted to be intelligence, or a lawyer.
"So tell me about you," Harm started, "What is your family like?"
Eddie and Chris stopped their conversation abruptly, and looked at Harm.
"I'd rather not talk about it," she said quietly.
"Oh, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized, "Its okay if you don't want to talk about it, I understand.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
They all went, and got their food, came back to the table, and ate. Every so often, Sarah would look over at Eddie, and he would shrug, and glance at Harm. About five minutes before the bell rang; Sarah and Eddie excused themselves, and disappeared through the cafeteria as Sarah started to pull a clear bottle out of her bag. Chris looked at Harm, shook his head, and followed them out the door.
To Be Continued...
Don't you hate it when people do that? I know I do, I want to know what happened to Mac, and what about the deal??? AHH!! Why do they do that to me? They did that last season with the plane crash... ERG! Anyways, you know the drill, read, and review. Or have one mad sailor on your butt. Buh bye! Chicago Chick (:)