Eyes Eyes
by Arriall Loft

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-- Summary: Vignette: Harm has an important decision to make in his personal life. --

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Eyes
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Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb sat behind his office desk. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room. The daily hum of the busy floor had long since quietened. It was Friday and everyone had already left for the weekend with the exception of two petty officers and himself. However, Harm was oblivious to all of this. He stared, unseeing, at the paper in his hand.

P.O., 1st class, Jefferies stopped at the office doorway. After a slight hesitation he tapped on the doorframe. Harm looked up in surprise, suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings.

"Yes, Jefferies?"

"Sir, petty officer Donaldson and I are about to leave. We wanted to know if you needed anything before we go."

"No," Harm struggled to think. "No. I can handle everything that I need myself, Jefferies. Have a good weekend."

Harm watched the two men leave and sighed. He was not able to concentrate on his work - he had an important decision to make. He had to find the answer to an unasked question from that afternoon. . .

It was her eyes. She had been silent but they spoke to his heart. He knew that she wanted to go home with him - that she wanted to be part of his life. She would not ask. She would not demand explanations. Still he hesitated.

After all, it was a big commitment - he was used to being on his own, not having to worry about anyone but himself. But there would be times that she would be left on her own when his assignments took him out of town. Surely she deserved better than that. On the other hand, she was a very independent individual. He had recognized that the first time he had seen her - those eyes.

It was the image of those eyes he saw, not the paper in his hand. The calm, serene look in those eyes as she sat waiting for him to decide. And when he had walked out she had only watched.

There had been others in the past - none of them held his interest for very long. Certainly not the way that she did. Harm was not exactly lonely, but he was tired of being alone.

He reached for the phone, as his hand grasped it he changed his mind. This was something to be handled in person. He tossed the papers back into the file and closed it. He grabbed his hat and headed out the door.

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Harm awoke early the next morning. Momentarily, surprised at the warmth from the body beside him. He smiled as the memory of the night before returned to him. He rolled over and came face to face with those eyes. Sleepily, she blinked them at him. He ran a hand down her side. She purred.

"Well, Cat, I guess we better feed you."

Cat followed Harm as he got up and padded, barefoot, to the kitchen cupboard. She rubbed against his legs as he opened the can of food. He looked down at her. Yes, it was kind of nice - not to be alone.

The End