Hi, everyone! I just thought I would share a few of my JAG ficlets here. They're all separate ficlets and not in any chronological order – mostly they're just for fun when the muse strikes. I hope you like them, and thanks for reading!

"I'd like you to meet my...commander. Commander Harmon Rabb."

Mac had been standing next to him in the middle of the airport, and Renee's choice of words hadn't gone unnoticed. Even if it was unintentional, introducing Harm to her video crew had brought on an air of possessiveness that hadn't been there before.

Renee had taken his arm and smiled, and he had smiled back, effectively ignoring the Marine on his other side.

The words bothered Mac more than she wanted to admit. Even after they had returned from the investigation, she could still hear Renee's voice echoing in her mind.

My commander.

When Mac opened her eyes, she found herself seated in one of the pews of a beautiful, candlelit church with a cathedral ceiling. Red and white roses adorned the aisle, and she could hear excited murmurs among the other guests.

She was seated next to Admiral Chegwidden and several other JAG staff, all finely dressed in their military best and focused on the altar.

It's a wedding, she realized.

When she turned to the altar, she saw Bud leading the line of groomsmen, a smile on his face and the rings clutched tightly in his hand. Harriet stood at the head of the bridesmaids, her eyes alight with happiness and another huge bouquet of roses in her arms.

And then Mac's heart stopped when she saw the groom. She didn't think she had ever seen him look so handsome. His dress whites and gold wings were only accentuated by the wondrous look in his eyes as he watched his bride come down the aisle.

His bride.

Mac's heart had already stopped but now she swore she could hear it shatter as she watched Renee step up to the altar, possessively attaching herself to Harm's side. Her wedding gown was beautiful with a long train and a flowery veil, a vision of white that Harm could not tear his eyes from. It made Mac feel rather inadequate in comparison, even in her military dress.

"Dearly beloved..."

The traditional opening of the ceremony was followed far too quickly by the ending.

"Renee, do you take Harmon to be your commander, forever and for always?"

Her commander? That wasn't right, was it?

"Objection!" Mac rose to her feet, and her strangled cry echoed throughout the hall.

"Colonel, we're not in court!" the admiral hissed.

As every guest in the church turned to look at her, Mac briefly wondered if the floor could open up and swallow her whole.

"I'm—I'm sorry, sir," she whispered brokenly.

Under the admiral's glare, Mac quietly sank back into her seat. The church had fallen into a stunned silence. Bud and Harriet looked taken aback by her outburst. And she was certain that the contempt in Renee's eyes alone could force the earth to part beneath her.

Her commander. Forever and for always.

It was at that moment that Mac dared to steal a longing glance at the groom.

"Harm?" Mac's voice was soft, her eyes pleading with his. "Harm...please say something."

"Can I get you anything for lunch?"

"What?" Mac was abruptly jolted out of her daydream by his voice coming from her office door.

"Lunch?" Harm repeated. "You want anything?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Harm paused in the doorway, noticing Mac's frown and faraway look.

"I'll pick you up a salad," he said carefully. "With lots of leafy vegetables."

"Okay."

Harm raised an eyebrow. "And maybe I'll throw in some meatless meatloaf while I'm at it."

"Sure."

Concerned, Harm stepped into the office and approached her desk. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my Marine?"

Mac looked up in surprise. "Your Marine?" she repeated softly.

"Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie. Carnivorous creature. This was her office last time I checked."

His tone was innocent and teasing, and Mac could feel her lips involuntarily curve into a smile.

"Harm, I'm fine," she insisted.

He eyed her suspiciously but didn't argue. "Okay," he finally surrendered, raising his hands and backing out of her office.

His Marine, she thought. It made her heart beat just a little faster.

She could live with that.

"Harm?" she called suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"Medium rare quarter pounder with cheese. And no meatloaf!"

He turned around with a grin and winked at her. "That's my Marine."