TITLE: One Normal Evening
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Harm/Singer
TIMELINE: Season 8 (yup, I'm there again)
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, here it finally is, people, after writing it for two months and announcing it for over a week. This is without a doubt, hands down, the longest fic I've ever written.
A LOT of time, love, efforts, typing, sore eyes and even sorer fingers, sacrifices, hours that could've been spent out in the wonderful summer weather and dedication has gone into this fic, so please don't spare with reviews. I'm not looking for praise, god no, just 'I'm reading this' or definitely constructive ideas are appreciated. But please, review, and thus don't make me feel as I've spent all this time in vain, threw it away, on something no-one reads or even appreciates.
It's also a completely new style of writing for me, with the plot bearing the standard at first, but then just brief flashes of life. You'll see what I mean later on.
This is my own Iliad, I hope you'll enjoy it.
P.S.: Mac does NOT turn into a witch in this one and there is no Mac bashing.
SUMMARY: Harm had expected just a normal evening of stress relief, a few drinks, some harmless flirting that would go nowhere and just hanging out in his favorite bar. And it would've been a normal evening. Was his name not Harmon Rabb, Jr...
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Harm had expected just a normal evening of stress relief, a few drinks, some harmless flirting that would go nowhere and just hanging out in his favorite bar.
And it would've been a normal evening.
Was his name not Harmon Rabb, Jr...
However his name WAS Harmon Rabb, Jr. so weird followed him everywhere, dogged his every step, like a lost puppy. Or a groupie. Or a stalker. But aren't they all the same in the end?
The point is, his life was weird.
Anyway, trouble started a few seconds after he'd entered the establishment.
Suddenly a blond whirlwind jumped into his arms and kissed him affectionately, though swiftly, on his cheek.
Harm dazedly looked at LT Loren Singer who's desperate face filled his sight and who's full red lips had just branded his cheek.
Looking at her beautiful face and gorgeous body he had to ask himself why is such a big percentage of those really hot and beautiful women either mean or shallow or both. 'Not all of them and not most of them, but quite a few and even that percentage is too big already, no matter how small or big it is.' he ammended to himself.
Loren was one of the most attractive women he knew and, with a few exceptions in her behaviour that made him question if it wasn't all just a mask hiding a completely different person, one of the meanest.
She also wasn't the only woman he'd ever known that was extremely beautiful and mean at the same time. And now that she was pregnant she'd gotten even more beautiful, pregnancy giving her that much-talked-about pregnancy glow.
He couldn't stop the question forming in his mind whether Mac would look that good while pregnant?
His contemplation of his partner's assets was dispersed by the desperate grip one LT Loren Singer had on him.
"Please help me!" she whispered urgently, staring desperately into his eyes.
That sobered him up immediately and, never one to deny a woman's plea for help, especially not that of a pregnant woman, he collected himself and nodded.
He never agreed with people who accused him of having a hero's complex or a Peter Pan complex. Those people just didn't know him and because of that they made such inaccurate accusations. He was just a man who was compassionate and had the possibility, skill and a good enough heart to help. Nothing more.
This time Loren hugged him harder and whispered into his ear, while Harm tried to pretend it was an everyday thing to be affectionately hugging his pregnant co-worker in a bar, where the JAG staff liked to go.
"Pretend like I'm your girlfriend and that you're happy to see me. Please! There's a guy here that doesn't know how to take 'no' for an answer and I've been getting strange and dangerous vibes from him."
Harm closed his eyes and tried to relax, forcing a calm and serene expression on his features. Loren had proved herself time and again an amazing investigator and an accurate judge of character and if she was getting vibes, that had her so worried, from the guy, then there was certainly something wrong with him.
They hugged for a few more seconds, then let go of each other, taking each other's hands and intervowing their fingers, and headed for a small table at the back, looking to other people like any other couple in love.
Didn't I mention that his life was weird?
Harm surreptiously scanned the Friday night crowd for any suspicious characters and quickly found one.
One guy was sitting at the bar, looking at them with a strange expression on his face. Harm definitely didn't like the look on the guy's face, nor the vibe he was getting from him, and it made him even more determined to play along.
He maneuvered them so that he blocked the guy's sight of Loren, while keeping him in his peripheral vision.
"Is that him by the bar? Brown hair, somewhat short, a weird look on his face?" he asked Loren quietly.
He could feel her shudder at the description of the weirdo and it increased his concern tenfold.
Loren Singer was one of the strongest women he knew and it was practically impossible to shake her. The fact that this guy terrified her so much that she'd sought out Harm's help and at Harm's simple description of the man shivered, not even being able to hide it from Harm, had Harm worried tremendously.
"He came on to me when I was sitting at the bar..." she launched into her tale and Harm leaned in to listen carefully.
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