Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters. I just really love them. In fact, I'm addicted to the show. I just own the plot of my story.
Strange Happenings
"It's getting late."
Harm turned round to see Mac standing in the doorway to the lounge. He said nothing and turned back to the window, watching the rain. "Harm?" Mac asked. Her close relationship to the tomcat pilot/JAG officer allowing her to, as always, sense something was wrong.
"What?" Her friend said, his voice sounded strange.
"What's wrong?" Mac stepped into the room. "And DON'T say nothing," she warned, knowing his tendency for denying any human feelings. He continues to gaze out the window. "Don't ignore me either, Commander," she warned.
"I'm not gonna lie to you…unlike some people, I don't lie to friends," his voice was barely audible but she still found it strange and accusing.
"Harm…What is? What's wrong?" she said, concern really starting to creep in now. Silence. "Harm. Please…tell me." She said walking towards him. "Babe…" she said gently, put a hand on his shoulder. The man, whom she thought she loved, turned round and slapped her across the face. She gasped. "Vukovic?"
Harm clenched the wheel of his Jeep. He knew he'd have to explain why he ran off after the meeting. Truth be told, he couldn't bare the thought of being sent to Afghanistan with Mac. He just couldn't. It was too dangerous. Especially for HIS Marine. He'd have to talk AJ out of making her go. Ah! What the Hell? He winced in pain as it felt like something was pulling his heart as hard as possible. Ah! Something's not right. Gotta call Mac when I get home.
*At his apartment*
He unlocked the door and stumbled back as it felt like a fist hit him in the nose. He looked around. No one. What the Hell? "Damn!" he cursed as he rubbed his nose and saw that blood was pouring from it. He heard a voice scream bloody murder. "Mac?" he called, running to his room which is where the sound was coming from. He threw open the door and saw no one. There it was again. It sounded like it was coming from the TV. He rushed over. What the hell? I KNOW I turned this off. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the black screen.
"Vukovic?"
"Didn't expect it to be me, now did you?" came the cold voice as she was thrown into a chair and duct tapped to it.
"What are you doing, Lieutenant?"
"Nothing Sarah. Why? Don't you trust me?" he said, walking away. "Good night Sarah," he added, turning the lights off. CLICK. Suddenly she feels something hit her head. Again. And again. And again until she blacks out.
Harm stared at the black screen in horror.
"No! No! Stop! Please! Stop!" Came desperate cries. "Please! St-" Suddenly there's silence.
"Damn it Harm! You shouldn't have left her!" he curses to himself. "What the hell?" he asks himself as things start flying round the room. He fell back onto his bed as his dresser hit him square from the front.
