Read Author's Note before continuing. It's sort of an explanation.
Disclaimer: The tune to the song 'My heart will go on' does not belong to me. The re-written words, however are mine. And I don't own JAG either. A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ever JAG fanfic so please be nice. I've only actually seen two episodes so don't yell at me if I got it wrong. It sort of started out with me reading JAG fanfic, then me getting hooked. You people are that great! But too bad I only started watching since the episode before 'The Killer'. I sort of a got a little bored so I rewrote a song. I think I've pretty much got it! Go and find the Karaoke tune to this then sing or play it while you are reading it. Tell me if you are having any trouble finding the music! I suggest you read the words. It's sort of a story in it's self.Feedback: Always loved. specialagentbalckstormhotmail.com
I hope you like my fic...er song!!
PS. Please ignore my tense problems!
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1930 ZULU
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
Colonel Sarah Mackenzie sighed as she got out of the elevator in her apartment block. She was tired and unhappy, mostly because her partner had avoided her all day. The Admiral had also been in a grumpy mood, and managed to rip a fair bit out of her six. She walked to the her door, stuck her key in the lock and heard the locks tumble before they released the catches.Upon entering her apartment, Mac noticed a package wrapped in white with gold ribbon and a rose attached to it. Mac dropped her cover and coat on the couch, opening the package to find a CD and a letter. After lifting the tucked under flap of the envelope, she read a handwritten note, in the unmistakeable scrawl of her partner.
It read:
Dear Sarah.I'm writing to tell you what I couldn't get my stubborn six to tell you. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but here goes anyway.
I know I told you to wait for me in Australia. Maybe I've made you wait too long already, Sarah. I don't know.
Our careers and regulations have always been in the way, so we never got anywhere. However, this time, don't expect me to give up because I'm not going to. I'm getting tired of this dance, and I'm pretty sure you are too.
I've hurt so many people already. Everyone close to me has been taken away from me: Dad, Diane, Jordan and just about every female I've had a relationship with, usually within a short span of time. Except you. You seem immune to this curse that I've been living with since my father died.
I didn't want to take the risk of never seeing, never touching or not ever feeling you again, Sarah. It would kill me like I killed the others. Now, I know what I want. Regardless of the guilt I may feel if you choose to leave this world forever, Sarah, I'd rather live with you for a short while in happiness than never at all.
I want you to be my Marine, Jarhead and Ninja girl forever.
Most importantly, I want you to want to be 'my' Sarah.
What I'm trying to say is that I love you, Sarah. I always have.( From when I first met you in the Rose Garden. And I will til that word on the bridge.) Eternity. We have both been hurt a lot since we first met, but together we can overcome everything.What do you say Ninja-Girl?
I'll be waiting.
Love,
Your flyboy and squid always.
Harm.
P.S.S I shouldn't say this. But Marines have never been ones to back away from a curse.....
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By the time Mac finished reading the note that had been intended for her eyes only, she had tears streaming down her cheeks with a hint of a smile on her face. She had to, after reading the last line of the letter.
Somehow, she managed to stumble to her CD player. Pressing all the necessary buttons, her finger hesitantly hovered over 'Play" before forcing the button down to trigger fate. In the few seconds it took the CD to start playing, Mac seated herself on her couch, in case she should collapse.
Suddenly, Harm's clear voice filled the room along with some background chatter that Mac recognized would have come from a recording studio. She felt stunned that Harm would do something like this for her.
"Sarah, I have a short story and I want you to listen. I've been lucky enough to have this marine in my life for the last seven and a half years yet somehow, the usual 'Squids hate Jarheads' and vice versa thing doesn't apply. I really love her. I'm just hoping it's not too late. Maybe after listening to the words of this song she'll realize I'm ready to let go."
After a perfectly timed pause Mac recognized the first notes of the introduction as a song sung by Celine Dion from 'Titanic.'
"Kind of ironic, really." Mac thought. "JAG lawyer, pilot, Squid and Ships. Hehe. Shut up Mac!"The tune may have been Celine Dion, but the words certainly weren't. Harm's voice once again filled the room, and tears spilled down Mac's cheeks again.
Far away from Australia,On the shores of Virginia,
Live two smart JAG lawyers.
In love.
Many emotions swept over Mac, the strongest of them love. Love and again more Love, for her flyboy. His voice was so laden with emotion that even if he talked about a toilet, Mac was sure that he would have conveyed his message.
All the time they dance,
Around the other.
Hoping that their partner,
Would see.
"Where have I been?" Mac thought. "How did I come so close to marrying Brumby? I can't believe it! I've been such a fool."
They live near,Wash-ing-ton D.C.
One in-a Georgetown apartment,
Other near a park.
If Mac had still had doubts or anger toward Harm for lying to her, dating Renee or avoiding her, it vanished. She silently took back every negative thing she had ever said or thought about Harm. Even that night when she described Harm as a boy toy to Mic Brumby was gone from her memory.
In a Rose Gar-den,They met one day.
In the White-House Rose-Garden,
With the Boss.
Suddenly, Mac realized just how special this song was. At first she thought that maybe it had been some song written by some sailor when he had been bored and Harm happened to stumble across it in the Navy Archives. Now she knew. It was a recount of what their lives had been for the past years. It was so special. Harm must have written these words himself. With that, the marine broke down, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks, mourning what she should have seen earlier.
On the shores of Australia,At Manly or Bondi, (A/N: that was just to make the tune fit)
Mac went topless,
To annoy...Harm.
Mac had to cheer up at that. She had to admit, guiltily of course, that she HAD worn the bikini to provoke a reaction from Harm. The topless incident made Mac want to duck... er take cover under a court room table. She concentrated on the words again.
It...worked, Harm got really pissed off.He and Commander Brumby,
Punched Bud.
The figure on the couch couldn't suppress a grin. Harmon Rabb always did have a great sense of humor and an instinct when it came to cheering her up or lifting the mood. It was just the way he put things. It shed new light on everything. If it had been Harriet had read it out of say.. a diary, Mac wouldn't have cared less.
Event-ually, Wherever they are.
America, Russia or Sydney,
They'll see what's there.
"This is strange, sort of third personish," Mac thought, then groaned. "There's only one guy I know that would put Russia before Sydney. Sergei."
And figure..out.
What we've known for years.
And have some fun, In life.
Without the pain.
( SHORT INSTRUMENTAL)
During the intrumental, Mac raised herself up so she wasn't slouching on her couch. She groaned at the pain in her shoulder, but the next verse cut off any thoughts.The Admiral has waited years,
To pull Admiral's privilege,
To make his best lawyers,
Stay at JAG..
"AJ definitely had a hand in this. I guess maybe Harm didn't write this after all. It sounds more Bud, Keeter and... STURGIS style!" Mac mused "Oh, I'm going to kill a certain commander if he told Harm anything".They've been,
Halfway around the world.
Following, the other.
To watch each other's sixes.
Mac smirked after listening to this verse. Her mood was starting to lighten up. Harm DID have a nice six. She knew because she spent quite a lot of time admiring his muscular physique, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. As far as Mac was concerned, Harm should have been a swim wear model.
"Would make court that much easier." Mac admitted aloud. "Wouldn't have to try to get my mind off... wait what am I saying?" The song resumed.
Next stop,Their we-dding.
Where little AJ, in a tux.
Will carry the rings.
"Ohh! Wedding. AJ would be sooo cute in a tux! What about a baby? A family!" Mac thought. She had not forgotten their deal.
Please. Mac. Hurry up. This has got to stop. Please.
The last bit was definitely Harm Mac decided. Only her flyboy could write that, sing that and imply that without getting tossed out of the Navy.Mac yawned and stretched. Even though less than twenty minutes had passed since she'd been home, it felt like an eternity and she was beat. She'd think about it more when she was up to it.
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Sorry to cut this off here. But I really DO need to get some sleep. Did everyone like this? There will be more to come, but only if you guys think that this chapter was good enough! Your choice! Love it or hate it! Puh- lease Review!! Don't hesitate to reach me at specialagentbalckstormhotmail.com
Ff.net also has the weirdest formatting problems right now. Originally, the song wasn't marked with stars, but because if I didn't mark them, the whole fic would turn into one bigparagraph, I decided to use them.
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