Title: Mains Froides, Coeur Chaud
Author: LissaMarie
Email: MelMarie612@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? Whatever…They're not mine.
Category: A, R H/M
Spoilers: I don't know…I'm not going to mention anything specific, but if you don't
watch the show, you will be lost. This takes place before The Mission.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Always great, but never expected.
Summery: A young girl brings some changes to Harm's life as he and Mac grow closer.
***Author's Note #1: This story involves child abuse and the lasting effects it can have
on even the strongest people. If this bothers you, please delete.***
AN #2: "Mains froides, Coeur chaud" is French for "Cold hands, Warm heart."
Mains Froides, Coeur Chaud: Part 1/?
By LissaMarie MelMarie612@aol.com
2135 Hours Local
Harding Household
Belleville, Pennsylvania
Gwendolyn Harding sat at her kitchen table with her schoolbooks spread out in front of her.
It was an image any parent would love to witness. A thirteen year old girl studiously looking
over her science note, preparing for an exam still days away. It took the front door slamming
to get the dedicated girl to look up from her work.
"So you're at it with those damn books again," the short redheaded woman slurred as she stumbled
into the house. "I don't see why you bother. You're never going anywhere. Do you think you're
better than me because you're good in school? Do you think that knowing all those pointless science
words is going to make you better than me?"
"No, mama," Gwen replied closing her book and standing up. She could smell the alcohol
from across the room and knew there was no logic that could help her at the moment. "I made
some dinner if you're hungry."
"If I were hungry, I'd make myself something to eat!" she shouted at her daughter. "What are
you, some gourmet chef? Look at little Gwenie Harding; she's so smart and such a good cook.
She's so much better than that mother of hers, Lydia, is such a loser. I had a future before you
came along."
Gwen closed her eyes expecting the blow before it even came. She fell down with the force of the
strike on the side of her face. She waited until she heard the door close to succumb to the darkness
that was beaconing her. 'Take her away,' was her last thought before she lost consciousness.
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One Week Later…
1215 Hours Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
"Dishonorable discharge and 2 years confinement. He'll be home in 6 months," Lt. Col.
Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie offered to the navy Commander sitting across from her. It was a nice
day, so she and her opposing counsel decided to bring their discussion outside of the office.
They were now both leaning across the outdoor, stubbornly presenting their cases. Since it was
still really winter, there were very few people out in the courtyard to overhear them.
"No confinement," he bargained. His client was adamant about not going to Leavenworth, but
the Commander knew that if this case went to trial, that was exactly where he'd go. For a very long time.
"He killed a superior officer because he 'made fun' of him. He's going to the brig no matter what!"
Mac exclaimed with a look of almost amusement.
"I'd accept whatever she's offering you, Sturgis," another navy commander offered sitting down at
their table without waiting for an invitation.
"Thank you, Harm. By all means, join us," Mac said to the newcomer sarcastically.
"Thank you, Colonel. Are you discussing the Harrison case?" Cdr. Harmon Rabb, Jr. asked reaching
to take a french fry from his partner's plate. She slapped his hand away playfully still allowing him
to take one.
"Yeah, and Cdr. Turner seems to believe he can win this case. It's cut and dry- he's guilty. Either the
Petty Officer spends the next 10 to 20 in the brig if this goes to trial or just 6 months if they except
the deal I have so kindly arranged for them," Mac explained rolling her eyes. "You know, Harm, there
was a time that I would have said that you were the most stubborn man on the planet, but now
I'm beginning to rethink that."
"Thanks, Colonel," the tall African-American officer muttered without bothering to hide his sarcasm.
He stood up and back away from the table. "I'll leave you two alone while I go confer with my client.
Harm, Mac."
"See you around, Sturgis," Harm said to his friend while Mac chose to wave having a mouth full
of cheeseburger.
"Later, buddy." With that, Cdr. Sturgis Turner walked toward the building.
"That is really disgusting," Harm grimaced indicating the greasy burger on Mac's plate. His
"practically-a-vegetarian" mind could not wrap itself around the idea of good tasting food coming
from the carcass of a dead animal. The very idea of slaughtering an animal for food when there are
so many more humane and healthy choices available was bordering on crazy (AN: If you haven't
noticed, I'm a vegetarian).
"You don't know what you're missing, sailor," she teased. She was enjoying the comfortable
companionship that was coming back to them. She didn't realize exactly how much she
had missed it until they had tried unsuccessfully to get it back a while back. Starting back at the
beginning had been good for them both.
"I don't want to know," Harm chuckled also enjoying the newfound friendship they had established.
They smiled at one another until Harm's cell phone rang. "Excuse me," he said to Mac before
answering. "Hello?"
~~Hello, is this Cdr. Harmon Rabb, Jr.?~~
"Yes, ma'am. How can I help you?" he responded to the woman on the other end.
~~Cdr., I'm Susana Lopez with the Belleville Social Services. I'm calling to discuss a case of
mine with you.~~
"Of course, Ms. Lopez, anything to help." Harm shrugged in response to Mac's mouth question
of what was going on.
~~A week ago, a woman was killed in a drunk driving collision. She left behind a 13-year-old
daughter named Gwendolyn. I'm hoping to place Gwen in the care of her father.~~
"That's understandable, but I don't understand why you called me. What can I do?"
~~You can come up here to Belleville. According to Gwendolyn, you are her father.~~
Harm dropped the phone to the table and stared at it with wide eyes. Of all the things he had
expected to happen today, this hadn't even made the list.
To Be Continued…
End of Part 1
Author: LissaMarie
Email: MelMarie612@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? Whatever…They're not mine.
Category: A, R H/M
Spoilers: I don't know…I'm not going to mention anything specific, but if you don't
watch the show, you will be lost. This takes place before The Mission.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Always great, but never expected.
Summery: A young girl brings some changes to Harm's life as he and Mac grow closer.
***Author's Note #1: This story involves child abuse and the lasting effects it can have
on even the strongest people. If this bothers you, please delete.***
AN #2: "Mains froides, Coeur chaud" is French for "Cold hands, Warm heart."
Mains Froides, Coeur Chaud: Part 1/?
By LissaMarie MelMarie612@aol.com
2135 Hours Local
Harding Household
Belleville, Pennsylvania
Gwendolyn Harding sat at her kitchen table with her schoolbooks spread out in front of her.
It was an image any parent would love to witness. A thirteen year old girl studiously looking
over her science note, preparing for an exam still days away. It took the front door slamming
to get the dedicated girl to look up from her work.
"So you're at it with those damn books again," the short redheaded woman slurred as she stumbled
into the house. "I don't see why you bother. You're never going anywhere. Do you think you're
better than me because you're good in school? Do you think that knowing all those pointless science
words is going to make you better than me?"
"No, mama," Gwen replied closing her book and standing up. She could smell the alcohol
from across the room and knew there was no logic that could help her at the moment. "I made
some dinner if you're hungry."
"If I were hungry, I'd make myself something to eat!" she shouted at her daughter. "What are
you, some gourmet chef? Look at little Gwenie Harding; she's so smart and such a good cook.
She's so much better than that mother of hers, Lydia, is such a loser. I had a future before you
came along."
Gwen closed her eyes expecting the blow before it even came. She fell down with the force of the
strike on the side of her face. She waited until she heard the door close to succumb to the darkness
that was beaconing her. 'Take her away,' was her last thought before she lost consciousness.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
One Week Later…
1215 Hours Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
"Dishonorable discharge and 2 years confinement. He'll be home in 6 months," Lt. Col.
Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie offered to the navy Commander sitting across from her. It was a nice
day, so she and her opposing counsel decided to bring their discussion outside of the office.
They were now both leaning across the outdoor, stubbornly presenting their cases. Since it was
still really winter, there were very few people out in the courtyard to overhear them.
"No confinement," he bargained. His client was adamant about not going to Leavenworth, but
the Commander knew that if this case went to trial, that was exactly where he'd go. For a very long time.
"He killed a superior officer because he 'made fun' of him. He's going to the brig no matter what!"
Mac exclaimed with a look of almost amusement.
"I'd accept whatever she's offering you, Sturgis," another navy commander offered sitting down at
their table without waiting for an invitation.
"Thank you, Harm. By all means, join us," Mac said to the newcomer sarcastically.
"Thank you, Colonel. Are you discussing the Harrison case?" Cdr. Harmon Rabb, Jr. asked reaching
to take a french fry from his partner's plate. She slapped his hand away playfully still allowing him
to take one.
"Yeah, and Cdr. Turner seems to believe he can win this case. It's cut and dry- he's guilty. Either the
Petty Officer spends the next 10 to 20 in the brig if this goes to trial or just 6 months if they except
the deal I have so kindly arranged for them," Mac explained rolling her eyes. "You know, Harm, there
was a time that I would have said that you were the most stubborn man on the planet, but now
I'm beginning to rethink that."
"Thanks, Colonel," the tall African-American officer muttered without bothering to hide his sarcasm.
He stood up and back away from the table. "I'll leave you two alone while I go confer with my client.
Harm, Mac."
"See you around, Sturgis," Harm said to his friend while Mac chose to wave having a mouth full
of cheeseburger.
"Later, buddy." With that, Cdr. Sturgis Turner walked toward the building.
"That is really disgusting," Harm grimaced indicating the greasy burger on Mac's plate. His
"practically-a-vegetarian" mind could not wrap itself around the idea of good tasting food coming
from the carcass of a dead animal. The very idea of slaughtering an animal for food when there are
so many more humane and healthy choices available was bordering on crazy (AN: If you haven't
noticed, I'm a vegetarian).
"You don't know what you're missing, sailor," she teased. She was enjoying the comfortable
companionship that was coming back to them. She didn't realize exactly how much she
had missed it until they had tried unsuccessfully to get it back a while back. Starting back at the
beginning had been good for them both.
"I don't want to know," Harm chuckled also enjoying the newfound friendship they had established.
They smiled at one another until Harm's cell phone rang. "Excuse me," he said to Mac before
answering. "Hello?"
~~Hello, is this Cdr. Harmon Rabb, Jr.?~~
"Yes, ma'am. How can I help you?" he responded to the woman on the other end.
~~Cdr., I'm Susana Lopez with the Belleville Social Services. I'm calling to discuss a case of
mine with you.~~
"Of course, Ms. Lopez, anything to help." Harm shrugged in response to Mac's mouth question
of what was going on.
~~A week ago, a woman was killed in a drunk driving collision. She left behind a 13-year-old
daughter named Gwendolyn. I'm hoping to place Gwen in the care of her father.~~
"That's understandable, but I don't understand why you called me. What can I do?"
~~You can come up here to Belleville. According to Gwendolyn, you are her father.~~
Harm dropped the phone to the table and stared at it with wide eyes. Of all the things he had
expected to happen today, this hadn't even made the list.
To Be Continued…
End of Part 1