Someday
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If I owned them...Never mind. I don't own them.
Author's Note: Hey, guys. This is just a typical 'Harm-is-sad-about-losing- Mac-so- decides-to-do-something-about-it' fic. I wrote this before Shifting Sands (Which was a huge disappointment) aired, so it's a different take on Harm not being at JAG. I hope you guys like it. ______________
She told me this morning. I was at home, getting ready for my first day of work for the CIA, and she dropped by my apartment. She was already dressed in her Marine green uniform, looking prim and proper as usual.
"Harm," she'd said, "I wanted to tell you in person that Clay and I are together."
"Why?" I had asked her, although I knew perfectly well why. It was because he could admit what he felt for her and I couldn't. She hadn't flinched, nor had she lost her temper. Calmly, she said,
"Because he's told me that he loves me, and I want to explore the possibilities with him. He almost died to save me." And with that, she was gone, without so much as a backward glance.
Now, in my shock and, well, let's face it, despair at the news that my best friend delivered to me this morning, I forgot to put up a fight. Forgot to mention that I had risked, and, as it turns out, lost everything dear to me by coming to find her in Paraguay. I lost the Navy, I lost flying Tomcats, and most of all, I lost her.
I also forgot to mention that I want her and love her just as much, if not more than, Webb does. Just because I'm emotionally stunted, I've lost out on what could possibly have been the best thing to ever happen to me.
So now, home from my first day of working for the CIA, I sit sipping a beer and staring at the wall of my dark apartment. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Maybe I should talk to somebody?
Yes, that's what I'll do.
----------- Sturgis' Apartment Washington, DC 1903 EST
Sturgis opens the door and smiles, clearly happy to see me. Clearly.
"Hey Harm. Come on in!" He says, enthusiastic and gleeful, like I've never seen him. I smile a little and walk in, accepting his offer to sit on the couch. He sits in the recliner across from the couch, grinning like an idiot.
"So, how's it going? How is the CIA?" He asks me. Looking at the floor, I chuckle.
"The CIA is okay. It's no JAG, though." I tell him. He grins and nods.
"Yeah, well, you could probably still convince the Admiral to take you back." He says, hinting so obviously at what he thinks I should do. Smiling, I nod.
"I'm seriously considering it. Why are you in such a good mood?" I ask him. He chuckles.
"Come on, man. Don't tell me you didn't have anything to do with that sparkle in Mac's eye today, those dozen roses on her desk..." He laughs. Sobering instantly, I tell him,
"Actually, I didn't. That's what I came here to talk to you about. She came over this morning to tell me that she's with Webb. He must have been the one to put the 'sparkle in her eye'." I mutter, only half as bitter as I wanted to be. Sturgis stops smiling.
"What? Well what did you say to her?" He asks. Shrugging, I sit back on the couch.
"I asked her why, and she said that he could admit his feelings for her. It's as simple as that." I tell him. His mouth drops open and he gapes at me.
"What?! You mean to tell me that you didn't tell her when you were in Paraguay saving her life that you love her?!" He exclaims. I blush and nod sheepishly.
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I didn't tell her. I thought I had plenty of time." I say, starting to sound as crushed as I feel. Sturgis shakes his head.
"Damn, Harm. You know the woman's in love with you, right?" He asks, looking up at me.
What?
"Obviously not, Sturgis. She's with the jackass that keeps on almost getting her killed. If she loved me, she would have waited." I say. Sturgis, who is now trying valiantly to contain his anger, stands up.
"Harm, you are a Grade-A idiot. She does love you. Did it ever occur to you that it hurts her to wait for you? Did it ever occur to you to take her feelings into consideration for once? She told me that she is in love with you, in no uncertain terms, and you let her hook up with Webb? Damn it, Harm." He says, shaking his head.
"What? She loves me?" I ask, dumbly. That's what he just said. Sarah MacKenzie loves me. Sighing, Sturgis turns to me. He's as exasperated as I've ever seen him.
"Yes. I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I guess that doesn't matter now, does it?" He asks angrily. I can't say a word. He continues, "Why didn't you tell her? Now she's with this Webb guy, who almost died for her, and you're left all alone, without the Navy, and without her. What the hell are you going to do, Harm?"
"I-I don't know." I admit, near tears. I've screwed myself over this time, haven't I?
"Harm...God, man. You love her, don't you." He states, not really asking me. I nod.
"Yeah. I do." I say. Sturgis looks at me.
"She was engaged to some Australian guy a while back, right?" He asks. I nod again.
"Yeah. Mic Brumby." I tell him. He nods.
"And you didn't do anything to stop her from marrying him, aside from dumping a Tomcat in the Atlantic?" He asks again. I shake my head.
"No. Nothing, really. Why does that matter now?" I ask him. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he responds,
"Well, do you think she would have married him if you hadn't crashed? No, don't answer that. Buddy, this time you've got to put up a fight for her. She hasn't fallen out of love with you in the three weeks that she left for that mission. You've still got a chance, if you're just honest with her. You can't just let her walk away, even if it is all your fault. Go over there right now." He tells me.
"What? What if Webb's there?" I ask him. He gestures to the door with his hand.
"Ask to speak to her privately. But whatever you do, don't back down and do not lie to her, or hide your feelings. Don't let her say no to you, unless you can tell she's really serious. You know her that well, right?" He asks. I nod.
"Yeah." I tell him. Sturgis looks at me.
"All right, man. This is it. Go, right now, it's not too late. Don't be afraid."
Nodding and thanking him profusely, I walk to my car and then drive away, towards Georgetown.
This is it.
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AN2: So, what did you think. I love reviews. (Hint hint) Anyway, I'm still trying to decide whether or not to post more 'Never Say Never', but I don't know. Part of me thinks that it would ruin it, and another part of me really wants to make things awkward and weird between Harm and Mac, then fix everything at the end of the fic. I just don't know. Anyway, count on more chapters of this one, okay?
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Disclaimer: They're not mine. If I owned them...Never mind. I don't own them.
Author's Note: Hey, guys. This is just a typical 'Harm-is-sad-about-losing- Mac-so- decides-to-do-something-about-it' fic. I wrote this before Shifting Sands (Which was a huge disappointment) aired, so it's a different take on Harm not being at JAG. I hope you guys like it. ______________
She told me this morning. I was at home, getting ready for my first day of work for the CIA, and she dropped by my apartment. She was already dressed in her Marine green uniform, looking prim and proper as usual.
"Harm," she'd said, "I wanted to tell you in person that Clay and I are together."
"Why?" I had asked her, although I knew perfectly well why. It was because he could admit what he felt for her and I couldn't. She hadn't flinched, nor had she lost her temper. Calmly, she said,
"Because he's told me that he loves me, and I want to explore the possibilities with him. He almost died to save me." And with that, she was gone, without so much as a backward glance.
Now, in my shock and, well, let's face it, despair at the news that my best friend delivered to me this morning, I forgot to put up a fight. Forgot to mention that I had risked, and, as it turns out, lost everything dear to me by coming to find her in Paraguay. I lost the Navy, I lost flying Tomcats, and most of all, I lost her.
I also forgot to mention that I want her and love her just as much, if not more than, Webb does. Just because I'm emotionally stunted, I've lost out on what could possibly have been the best thing to ever happen to me.
So now, home from my first day of working for the CIA, I sit sipping a beer and staring at the wall of my dark apartment. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Maybe I should talk to somebody?
Yes, that's what I'll do.
----------- Sturgis' Apartment Washington, DC 1903 EST
Sturgis opens the door and smiles, clearly happy to see me. Clearly.
"Hey Harm. Come on in!" He says, enthusiastic and gleeful, like I've never seen him. I smile a little and walk in, accepting his offer to sit on the couch. He sits in the recliner across from the couch, grinning like an idiot.
"So, how's it going? How is the CIA?" He asks me. Looking at the floor, I chuckle.
"The CIA is okay. It's no JAG, though." I tell him. He grins and nods.
"Yeah, well, you could probably still convince the Admiral to take you back." He says, hinting so obviously at what he thinks I should do. Smiling, I nod.
"I'm seriously considering it. Why are you in such a good mood?" I ask him. He chuckles.
"Come on, man. Don't tell me you didn't have anything to do with that sparkle in Mac's eye today, those dozen roses on her desk..." He laughs. Sobering instantly, I tell him,
"Actually, I didn't. That's what I came here to talk to you about. She came over this morning to tell me that she's with Webb. He must have been the one to put the 'sparkle in her eye'." I mutter, only half as bitter as I wanted to be. Sturgis stops smiling.
"What? Well what did you say to her?" He asks. Shrugging, I sit back on the couch.
"I asked her why, and she said that he could admit his feelings for her. It's as simple as that." I tell him. His mouth drops open and he gapes at me.
"What?! You mean to tell me that you didn't tell her when you were in Paraguay saving her life that you love her?!" He exclaims. I blush and nod sheepishly.
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I didn't tell her. I thought I had plenty of time." I say, starting to sound as crushed as I feel. Sturgis shakes his head.
"Damn, Harm. You know the woman's in love with you, right?" He asks, looking up at me.
What?
"Obviously not, Sturgis. She's with the jackass that keeps on almost getting her killed. If she loved me, she would have waited." I say. Sturgis, who is now trying valiantly to contain his anger, stands up.
"Harm, you are a Grade-A idiot. She does love you. Did it ever occur to you that it hurts her to wait for you? Did it ever occur to you to take her feelings into consideration for once? She told me that she is in love with you, in no uncertain terms, and you let her hook up with Webb? Damn it, Harm." He says, shaking his head.
"What? She loves me?" I ask, dumbly. That's what he just said. Sarah MacKenzie loves me. Sighing, Sturgis turns to me. He's as exasperated as I've ever seen him.
"Yes. I wasn't supposed to tell you, but I guess that doesn't matter now, does it?" He asks angrily. I can't say a word. He continues, "Why didn't you tell her? Now she's with this Webb guy, who almost died for her, and you're left all alone, without the Navy, and without her. What the hell are you going to do, Harm?"
"I-I don't know." I admit, near tears. I've screwed myself over this time, haven't I?
"Harm...God, man. You love her, don't you." He states, not really asking me. I nod.
"Yeah. I do." I say. Sturgis looks at me.
"She was engaged to some Australian guy a while back, right?" He asks. I nod again.
"Yeah. Mic Brumby." I tell him. He nods.
"And you didn't do anything to stop her from marrying him, aside from dumping a Tomcat in the Atlantic?" He asks again. I shake my head.
"No. Nothing, really. Why does that matter now?" I ask him. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he responds,
"Well, do you think she would have married him if you hadn't crashed? No, don't answer that. Buddy, this time you've got to put up a fight for her. She hasn't fallen out of love with you in the three weeks that she left for that mission. You've still got a chance, if you're just honest with her. You can't just let her walk away, even if it is all your fault. Go over there right now." He tells me.
"What? What if Webb's there?" I ask him. He gestures to the door with his hand.
"Ask to speak to her privately. But whatever you do, don't back down and do not lie to her, or hide your feelings. Don't let her say no to you, unless you can tell she's really serious. You know her that well, right?" He asks. I nod.
"Yeah." I tell him. Sturgis looks at me.
"All right, man. This is it. Go, right now, it's not too late. Don't be afraid."
Nodding and thanking him profusely, I walk to my car and then drive away, towards Georgetown.
This is it.
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AN2: So, what did you think. I love reviews. (Hint hint) Anyway, I'm still trying to decide whether or not to post more 'Never Say Never', but I don't know. Part of me thinks that it would ruin it, and another part of me really wants to make things awkward and weird between Harm and Mac, then fix everything at the end of the fic. I just don't know. Anyway, count on more chapters of this one, okay?
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