Disclaimer: JAG isn't mine, Alison Krauss and her songs aren't mine
spoilers: "A Tangled Webb"
It was sometime between Thursday and Friday. Mac looked around for anything she may have missed. There, a shirt on the floor in the corner. She was on her way to pick it up when she heard a knock on the door. Her dog began barking.
"Be quiet, Jingo." She dropped the shirt into the clothes basket as she headed for the door.
She opened it, but didn't see anyone there. She stuck her head out and looked down the right hallway to find a slouched figure walking away.
"Harm?"
The dark-haired man turned and stepped toward the door. "I'm sorry, I woke you."
"No, I was up," she assured him. He stared at her a while longer, as if to say, 'at this time of the night?'
"I'm off Friday," she added as an explanation. She sighed. "Come in."
She pulled the door back to allow him inside, then shut it behind him.
He kept close to the door.
"Go sit down, " Mac said encouragingly.
"I won't stay long," he said, avoiding her face.
"Well, I still have stuff to do, it'll only take a few minutes." She wasn't sure why he was here, but it couldn't be good.
Mac walked back into her bedroom. Harm followed her in and sat near the end of her mattress. She hit 'play' on her CD player. She didn't care what was in, but she was anxious for background noise.
But it couldn't have been a more perfect CD. The first track on the Alison Krauss record was entitled "Stay."
Mac proceeded to finish a few minutes' worth of picking up. Harm watched her intently, waiting for their chance to speak together.
Finally she sat down on the bed next to him, waiting for him to talk.
"What's wrong?"
He glanced aimlessly around the room. He had something to say.
"Don't tell me that you came over at one in the morning with nothing on your mind."
His eyes finally stopped on hers. He looked deep into her, as if trying to communicate thoughts through sight. She could tell by the way he looked at her that something was very wrong.
"I'm being shipped out."
The war, oh my god, she thought.
"Why do they need you?" she asked. He wasn't being sent to fly, was he?
"Legal consultant and extra hand." Of course. He was the best lawyer JAG had to offer (she wasn't ashamed to admit) and he had such an experienced background, as well.
"When?" she inquired, meaning when he would leave.
He swallowed. "Saturday."
"For how long?"
She could immediately tell that this was the problem. He hesitated answering.
"Six months."
She could hear the last of her remaining happiness in life hit the floor with a soft thud. Six whole months at sea during a war?
"I'm going by car down to Norfolk Saturday. Would you drive me?"
She nodded a bit. How could the world be pulled out from under her very heels in just one moment?
"The others are going to drive behind us with Bud and Harriet in their van."
So the rest of the crew was already aware of this. He'd saved her for last.
She didn't notice that she began breathing a bit heavy. She avoided looking at so much as his arm. Mac couldn't believe it. She felt her eyes welling up, but was determined not to let any drops fall.
"Mac?"
She refused to acknowledge him.
How could this happen? And right after an action that seemed to move her farther away from Harm. She had kissed Clay. And Harm saw. But after what she and Webb had been through in Paraguay, they shared a stronger bond. Now they were not just JAG lawyer and CIA agent - they were friends. And Webb loved her so much. She had to thank him.
But now Harm is leaving, she thought, and he thinks I'm in love with Clayton. But I'm in love with Harm! I do love Clay with all my heart. He saved my life. But I love Harm all the way down to my soul.
She loved Harm... Against her will, a hot tear rolled down Mac's cheek. She didn't get rid of it for fear of drawing attention to it.
But he saw it anyway. He gently wiped it away with his thumb. Mac tried feebly to smile, but couldn't do it. Another rogue tear fell.
Suddenly, she was wrapped up in Harm's warmth as he brought his arms around her. At first, she didn't know how to respond. Then her emotions washed over her, and she melted into him. She brought her arms under his and around his back. As he drew her in closer to him, she buried her face in his neck and cried. Just cried. She cried out of sadness, knowing she wouldn't see his face for another half year, but she was grateful for this one moment of comfort and compassion.
He pulled away all too soon. She didn't look at him. She hung her head down, not wanting him to see her disappointment.
"Sarah?"
Her eyes fluttered open. Sarah?
Haha! Cliffhanger! To be continued............?
I know this isn't much so far, but I wasn't really planning on going on. I don't know if I will, but if you feel I should ::wink wink:: please tell me.
spoilers: "A Tangled Webb"
It was sometime between Thursday and Friday. Mac looked around for anything she may have missed. There, a shirt on the floor in the corner. She was on her way to pick it up when she heard a knock on the door. Her dog began barking.
"Be quiet, Jingo." She dropped the shirt into the clothes basket as she headed for the door.
She opened it, but didn't see anyone there. She stuck her head out and looked down the right hallway to find a slouched figure walking away.
"Harm?"
The dark-haired man turned and stepped toward the door. "I'm sorry, I woke you."
"No, I was up," she assured him. He stared at her a while longer, as if to say, 'at this time of the night?'
"I'm off Friday," she added as an explanation. She sighed. "Come in."
She pulled the door back to allow him inside, then shut it behind him.
He kept close to the door.
"Go sit down, " Mac said encouragingly.
"I won't stay long," he said, avoiding her face.
"Well, I still have stuff to do, it'll only take a few minutes." She wasn't sure why he was here, but it couldn't be good.
Mac walked back into her bedroom. Harm followed her in and sat near the end of her mattress. She hit 'play' on her CD player. She didn't care what was in, but she was anxious for background noise.
But it couldn't have been a more perfect CD. The first track on the Alison Krauss record was entitled "Stay."
Mac proceeded to finish a few minutes' worth of picking up. Harm watched her intently, waiting for their chance to speak together.
Finally she sat down on the bed next to him, waiting for him to talk.
"What's wrong?"
He glanced aimlessly around the room. He had something to say.
"Don't tell me that you came over at one in the morning with nothing on your mind."
His eyes finally stopped on hers. He looked deep into her, as if trying to communicate thoughts through sight. She could tell by the way he looked at her that something was very wrong.
"I'm being shipped out."
The war, oh my god, she thought.
"Why do they need you?" she asked. He wasn't being sent to fly, was he?
"Legal consultant and extra hand." Of course. He was the best lawyer JAG had to offer (she wasn't ashamed to admit) and he had such an experienced background, as well.
"When?" she inquired, meaning when he would leave.
He swallowed. "Saturday."
"For how long?"
She could immediately tell that this was the problem. He hesitated answering.
"Six months."
She could hear the last of her remaining happiness in life hit the floor with a soft thud. Six whole months at sea during a war?
"I'm going by car down to Norfolk Saturday. Would you drive me?"
She nodded a bit. How could the world be pulled out from under her very heels in just one moment?
"The others are going to drive behind us with Bud and Harriet in their van."
So the rest of the crew was already aware of this. He'd saved her for last.
She didn't notice that she began breathing a bit heavy. She avoided looking at so much as his arm. Mac couldn't believe it. She felt her eyes welling up, but was determined not to let any drops fall.
"Mac?"
She refused to acknowledge him.
How could this happen? And right after an action that seemed to move her farther away from Harm. She had kissed Clay. And Harm saw. But after what she and Webb had been through in Paraguay, they shared a stronger bond. Now they were not just JAG lawyer and CIA agent - they were friends. And Webb loved her so much. She had to thank him.
But now Harm is leaving, she thought, and he thinks I'm in love with Clayton. But I'm in love with Harm! I do love Clay with all my heart. He saved my life. But I love Harm all the way down to my soul.
She loved Harm... Against her will, a hot tear rolled down Mac's cheek. She didn't get rid of it for fear of drawing attention to it.
But he saw it anyway. He gently wiped it away with his thumb. Mac tried feebly to smile, but couldn't do it. Another rogue tear fell.
Suddenly, she was wrapped up in Harm's warmth as he brought his arms around her. At first, she didn't know how to respond. Then her emotions washed over her, and she melted into him. She brought her arms under his and around his back. As he drew her in closer to him, she buried her face in his neck and cried. Just cried. She cried out of sadness, knowing she wouldn't see his face for another half year, but she was grateful for this one moment of comfort and compassion.
He pulled away all too soon. She didn't look at him. She hung her head down, not wanting him to see her disappointment.
"Sarah?"
Her eyes fluttered open. Sarah?
Haha! Cliffhanger! To be continued............?
I know this isn't much so far, but I wasn't really planning on going on. I don't know if I will, but if you feel I should ::wink wink:: please tell me.