Hello?........Is this thing on?...there's a car in the parking lot with it's lights on....hello?.....alright....I think i've established the fact that I'm from Texas....and so driving through South Texas, I decided to write a story about Mac and Harm....because these plots are too silly and vapid to use on characters I actualy own...:D:D:D--that was a disclaimer....in case you didn't notice....:):):)....anyways...Pat Green is also awesome... and so I used one of his songs...because it was nice....I don't know all the words though...he mumbles when he sings...:)...don't make fun of my spelling it's atrocious...:)
also...this is purely comical...because I'm in a good mood...:) maturity? What's that???
ONWARD READER!!!!!:):)...notice I replaced HO! With READER!..:)
"...I sing songs about Texas.
I sing them often, as if she was some old lover.
I used to know.
I wish I could follow them back to
the homeland everytime
I hear one on my radio.....
Harm smiled to himself as he drove down the dusty two-lane road in the middle of nowhere, South Texas in the middle of the night. He smiled at the sleeping figure next to him in the dusty pick-up...(that would be Mac...:)) suddenly he had a....
FLASHBACK!...kinda like a sneeze...very technical manuever...:)
The Admiral paced his office in a very serious manner. His face was also very serious as he stared at his too shiney shoes, because Admirals should be very serious and have that perfect steely glint in their eyes and on their bald heads and shiney shoes. "I should get some sunglasses" he thought. Then in a very steely and serious manner he turned on his heel and walked to the door. In a steely voice he ordered,
"Tiner get me the Commander ASAP" because Admirals were supposed to use complicated abbreviations for difficult military terminology such as As Soon As Possible....it's what made them admirals. Then he returned to his paceing.
Harm knocked on the Admiral's door and he and Mac entered after the barked command. They stood at attention as the Admiral looked up steelily from his mountains of Admiral-type paperwork...he took of his glasses and looked at them.
"At ease." They relaxed and the Admiral put his glasses back on and stared at the paper. Then he took them off again and leaned back in his chair like a proper Admiral should when adressing subordinates at leisure. The chair gave a steely squeak.
"What are you doing this week-end?" Both Harm and Mac riased their eyebrows and the Admrial's bald head glinted at them in a threatening steely manner.
"Nothing Sir." was Harm's reply, Mac was a bit hesitant
"Me either Sir." The Admiral nodded.
"What do you know about college football?" Harm raised his eyebrows.
"Not much Sir."
"Good." The Admiral leaned foreward and stuck his glasses back on and scribbled something on an envelope and held it out to Harm. "Because you and the Colonal are gonna go learn." Mac took the envelope with a puzzled glance.
"Sir?" Harm questioned in his best Naval Aviator voice. The Admiral looked at Harm with a very steely stare over his glasses and said,
"It's alumni weekend at Texas A&M and I had tickets to the football game, but I can't go. I thought you and the Colonal would enjoy the experience." Mac stared at the football tickets and the Admiral took off his glasses and spoke again, "I can make it an order if you like." Mac glanced at Harm with a warning flashing in her eyes and said.
"No sir, that won't be necessary. Thank you." The Amdrial nodded and put his glasses back on, which was another thing Admirals did that made them Admirals, and said,
"Tiner will give you directions and instructions. I want a full report when you get back. Dismissed!" Harm frowned and thought, "why does he need a report? Couldn't he just watch the game on TV?" but that was not the sort of question The Author had thought of, so she reached down and flicked Harm on the ear for being clever. Harm flinched and he and Mac exited the room.
BACK TO THE PRESENT!....The Author handed Harm a kleenex and he wiped his nose...:)
The Admiral had refused to make JAG foot an airplane bill, so they were stuck with a rental truck, because the Admiral had steelily insisted, at the whimsical direction of The Author, that they use a truck...(A/N: you can't drive through South Texas in a CAR!....well technicaly you can, but it's not poetic, so....the truck stays!!:)) so they drove two or three days from wherever north they are to Texas on Friday. Harm had a fun time explaning it to Renee over the cell phone, or rather Mac had a fun time smirking out the window, and Harm had a hard time talking to the irate blonde.
"...step ashore to the gospel hymns,
I guess that's why folks keep writing them,
and when I die, I wanna go there too...
Now they were passing through Mexia (Me-hey-a) and Mac had been asleep for the last 200 miles. The Author became annoyed and prodded Mac forcefuly into wakefulness.
Mac sat up and streched. Harm glanced at her out of the coner....ahem, excuse me, coRner of his eye (A/N: inside joke!!!!!:) forgive me) Harm was glad she was up because for the past 200 miles his thoughts had been along these same lines over and over again: "hey, cows....." Mac smiled sleepily at Harm and he grinned goofily back because that's what Naval Aviators do when smiled at by green pretty Marines, especialy if they have been having thoughts about certain green pretty Marines. He would have gone on driving in oblivion, thinking about pretty green Marines (A/N: Hah!:)), but she rubbed at her eyes and muttered, her voice hoarce with sleep,
"I can drive if you want to sleep." Harm was about to resist, because he'd seen Top Gun too many times not to, but a yawn almost split his head in half trying to get out and he couldn't say no. He pulled off on the side of the road and hustled around the truck, trying to keep from getting nipped by the chill in the south Texas autum air.
Mac slid across the seat to the driver seat, still warm from his body heat. She stilled the inward quiver and forced herself to focus on the road. Harm slid in beside her and slammed the door, bringing with him the smoky smell of cold and night. She shivered and pulled back on the road. Harm glanced at her and then began his preparations for sleeping against the cold window.
"...Someday I hope to be walking along Heaven's street,
and I'll still be looking for taco meat,
and I swear, I'll hear a steel gitaur,
just rising in the air.....
Later....not really sure how much later, because he was in the Navy, not the Marines....:D....Harm awoke to find himself alone in the cab of the truck by the side of the road. He rubbed his eyes and slid out of the truck, his breath puffing in the cold night air. He noticed a figure sitting idly on the tailgate of the truck swinging it's feet (A/N: that's Mac again....for those of us that need a clue...:D). Harm walked up next to Mac and looked at her questioningly. Obligingly she scooted over and he sat down. The roadside was deserted, and no cars brightened either side of the road. Mac was stareing up. Harm decided to stop looking at her and to start looking at whatever she was looking at and lifted his head.
"So, seen a UFO yet?" Mac chuckled.
"nope." Harm considered this.
"Run out of gas?" Mac smiled mysteriously and shook her head. Harm got angry at himself and forced his gaze upwards again. There was a space of silence before The Author noticed and nudged Mac. She sighed and leaned against Harm's shoulder.
"Aren't they wonderful?" She breathed. Harm looked up again and for the first time he noticed the stars. Multitudes of them lit the sky. Harm breathed out slowly and he felt his soul go whooshing out above him into the stars and he couldn't move. (A/N: whooooooosh!!!:):D onimonapia...:)) Peace filled him.
"...and when the night is real real still,
I swear I can hear a whiporwill,
she knows there's music in the dirt down there.
Hill country rains, medicine man,...something...
all I have to do is see you,
sitting in a shallow creek,
and I got nothing to do, I got nothing to do...."
After a time The Author noticed the inactivity of her subjects again...(A/N: are they lazy or WHAT?...:)) and flicked them both. Mac was the first to move. She slid her hand along Harm's cheek and kissed him softly. He grined goofily again and she smiled softly back and nothing was said. The Author smiled, and the peasants rejoiced. Harm slid his arm across Mac's shoulders and they smiled up at the stars as they sat there off the side of the road in the middle of nowhere south Texas at 12:00 at night on a Friday night grinning at stars.
Yadda Yadda Yadda they went to the football game and wrote the report and went back...you do the rest....:D