Will Happily Ever After Happen

By Emie

Note: Sorry this is not a new chapter, I am going through and editing. However I am working on a new chapter and hope to have it uploaded later.

Standard Disclaimer: Jag characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. I hope all parties will allow me to have fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done.

'How did it get to this,' Mac thought. She had sworn that she would never let another man hit her, but here she sat in her bathroom with an icepack on her cheek. She could already feel the bruise forming… well, bruises forming.

Never in a million years had she ever imagined that Mic Brumby would be the type of man who would hit a woman. She knew that he was possessive and had never really cared about her feelings as long as he got his way, however there was a huge difference between that and what had happened tonight.

They had arrived home late after a business dinner, and Mic was upset that Mac had not behaved like the "perfect accessory." Beautiful and agreeing with everything that Mic said. However, she just couldn't do it anymore—she felt like she was spineless.

Mac had decided somewhere around the middle of dinner that Mic was not the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. His actions lately had reminded her of her ex-husband… Well maybe with a little more class.

She had made up her mind, she was breaking up with Mic when they got home, and it was that decision that led up to Mac being in the position she was now.

They had walked into her apartment and Mic had laid in to her right away, "Sarah, I told you that when we are at business dinners, you should keep your opinions to yourself. You're there to look pretty—not dazzle them with your intelligence," he shouted.

"No that is where you are wrong, I am not your accessory—like the perfect tie to your suit. I can't believe that this is what you want in a relationship," Mac screamed. "I don't want it anymore."

"What do you mean? You do want it anymore?" he questioned as he approached her. "Did I say that you had a choice? You agreed to obey me when you agreed to marry me." He roughly grabbed her arms and shook her, "You will listen to me now, just like when we are married!"

"No, Mic, I won't. If I wanted to be bossed around I would have stayed with Chris," she shouted. She tried to free herself from his grip, but found that she couldn't.

"Don't you dare compare me to that asshole. If you really want me to be like him I will," he growled, his hands left her and before she could get out of his way he backhanded her. Mac's head flew back with the force of his blow and into the door.

She felt her head connect with the door handle, and as the world faded into black around her she wondered if she would manage to make it out of this one.

Mac shook her head slightly to bring herself out of the flashback, immediately regretting the action as her headache grew.

She knew that she was lucky that Mic was gone when she regained consciousness; for she knew all too well that Mic was an excellent boxer and had at least sixty pounds on her. There would have been no way that he would have allowed her to reach her gun, even if she would have been in the position physically to fight him off after a blow to the head.

Reaching up with her hand she gingerly felt the back of her head, it was very tender to the touch and she wondered if she might have a concussion. It was a good possibility that she might, she had lost consciousness and had a golf ball size lump on the back of her head.

Mac thought briefly about calling Harm, but she thought that he had said earlier that he was planning on getting together with Renée and she didn't want to interrupt. There would have been a time, not too long ago, that she would not have worried if she was interrupting anything, however Mac and Harm were not as close to each other since Mac had agreed to ware Mic's ring.

New tears started falling from her eyes as she realized through her traumatized mind that even if they had issues Harm would want to be there for her, just as he had always been there for her. She gingerly wiped way here tears and got up from the floor, and made her way over to her couch and the cordless phone.

She picked it up and dialed a number—one she almost knew better than her own. After the third ring, she heard Harm's sleep filled voice say, "Rabb."

"Harm," she cried.

"Mac, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Harm, I need you…" she trailed off.

"Where are you?"

"I am at home," she managed to choke out.

"I'm on my way. I will be there in fifteen minutes," he told her.

"Okay," she replied. She heard the phone click off and wrapped herself into the blanket that was on the back of her couch and hoped that Harm hurried.

Harm quickly climbed out of bed and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. He was worried about Mac, she had sounded so lost and her words were slightly slurred on the phone.

Quickly he ran down the stairs and climbed into his car. On the way over to her apartment his mind went into overdrive with wild images of what could have caused her to call him so late and in obvious pain.

Harm quickly parked his car in the first parking space her found and made his way to her apartment. Knocking on her door, he heard a soft, "Come on in."

Harm fumbled with his key and managed to unlock the door. At his first glance of her apartment, he felt a knot grow in his stomach; the place was trashed. Her books were strewn all over, pictures were ripped off of the walls, and most of her furniture was knocked over. He wondered who could have done all of this.

Harm's eyes fell to the couch were he noticed Mac was sitting wrapped in a blanket. He rapidly walked over to her, knelt in front of her, and asked, "Are you all right?"