Title: On A Hot Summer's Night
Author: Zensurfer
Summary: Boomerang made right. This picks up after Mic and Mac's ferry dinner. We're pretending they didn't see Jenny, Kevin and Harold on the boat.
Harm/Mac shipper of course.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I am not profiting from this in any way.
Seasons Hotel
Darling Harbour
Sydney, Australia
2315 Hours
Harm paced the floor outside Mac's hotel room nervously, trying to work up the courage to knock. Boy, he had really blown it this time. He thought back to the night on the ferry. 'Not yet', he had said. What he had wanted to say was that he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. But instead he had babbled on about the Opera House and the bridge and he had said 'not yet'. She had caught him completely off guard. And then she had asked Brumby out to dinner. Brumby! What had the Admiral said? 'You win some, you lose some.' He had won the case, but had he lost Mac? Harm sighed and then he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. What if Mac had brought Brumby back here? No, she wouldn't have. Would she? Harm resumed his pacing.
His thoughts wandered back to the ferry for the millionth time. He knew it hadn't been easy for her. She had worn her heart on her sleeve, she had looked at him with those big beautiful brown eyes and her eyes had been full of love and hope and he had said 'not yet'. He had watched how those two little words had made her façade crumble, the hope in her eyes falter and her heart break. Oh, how he wished he could take it back and get a second chance.
He stopped in front of her door, took a deep breath and knocked. He waited. No answer. He knocked again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. His heart sank.
"Are you looking for miss MacKenzie?" He turned to see a young waiter. He nodded. "I saw her go up to the roof a little while ago." Harm nodded again.
"Was she alone?"
"Yes sir." The young waiter nodded and pointed towards the staircase. Harm rushed up the stairs as he yelled a thank you after the young guy.
He reached the top of the stairs and pushed the door open. He stepped into the warm Sydney night. The roof was bathed in a soft golden light, sun chairs surrounding the big pool in the middle. The pool was heated and even though the air was warm, steam was coming from the water.
The roof was deserted except for him and Mac and the only sounds were the ones coming from the water, as Mac glided through the blue liquid, her toned body glistening, clearly bronzed by the Australian sun.
Harm's breath caught and as he watched her swim from one end to the other he realized that he didn't have a plan.