Disclaimer: I doesn't own them! I wish! But anyways those people that you see at the end of the credits own them! Not me!
Author's Note: Uhhh yes…I apologize up front for my insanity…this came to me while swimming…well trying to keep myself from drowning from not being able to really actually breathe in the pool the other day and yeah…I think I lost some oxygen flow to my brain *giggles* who knows?
JAG
"Defiance"
Chapter 1 - How many Rabbs are in the Navy?
1400 Zulu
USS Seahawk
"Harm, why are we here?" Mac asked as she followed Harm. Why had he made her come?! And why had the admiral okayed it?!
"We're investigating, Mac," Harm said, obviously glowing from being on a carrier at sea and in very close distance to the cockpits of Tomcats. It was like taking a kid to a toy store.
"What exactly are we investigating? I didn't get any information on this investigation," Mac insisted walking along side of him now noting his 'I want to fly' smiles and grins and general expression as he took in their surroundings. "Harm, are you sure you didn't just drag me along so you can play? Because there is NO way I am going up in any of those with you."
Harm grinned, "don't worry Mac, I didn't bring you along so you could lose your lunch."
Mac rolled her eyes, "why am I here then?!"
"We're investigating!"
"Investigating WHAT?!" Mac asked getting annoyed, which Harm was currently very good at.
"I didn't do it!" a familiar playful female voice interrupted.
Mac and Harm turned, "SKATES!" Harm shouted.
"Heard you were coming," she said.
"Can't keep me away for too long…"
"Harm," Mac said as calmly as possible. "I thought we were investigating…not here for flying…you said I wouldn't have to go up in one of those things…the last time you crashed us!"
"That wasn't a tomcat, Mac."
"Why do they even LET you fly?" Mac asked painfully annoyed and headed off to find the CO, hoping to figure out why exactly she was taken to the carrier and what Harm was keeping from her. Harm was going to be in all kinds of trouble if she found out that he had brought her to the carrier just so he could fly. Why was she suppose to do?! He'd be off flying or hanging out with Skates and the other pilots chatting it up.
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1430 Zulu
Flight Deck
USS Seahawk
Harm and Skates were walking the flight deck of the Seahawk; they passed a squadron when Harm heard his name called. "Rabb! What did I tell you about those dangerous maneuvers?!" the Lt Commander asked obviously not thrilled.
"Sir?" two voices voiced out in union. One was Harm's and one was that of a young woman in the flight squadron.
The Lt Commander looked between the young woman and Harm. He finally settled his eyes on Harm, "excuse me Commander? Can I help you?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," Harm said.
The Lt Commander gave Harm a confused look.
"You called me."
"No I didn't."
"Yes. I'm Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr."
The Lt Commander raised an eyebrow and looked back at the squadron. He suddenly realized that the distraction had caused the squadron he had been talking to to take it upon themselves to stand down and whisper among themselves. He turned his attention back to them, "I did NOT call for you to stand down let alone for you to talk amongst yourselves!"
"You've GOT to be KIDDING me!" the young woman said obviously annoyed.
The Lt Commander shook his head, "it must be genetic."
"Excuse me?" Harm said.
"Aren't you two related?" he asked Harm.
"No! Why would you think that?!"
"Commander Harmon Rabb Jr, meet Lieutenant Madison Rabb."
"You know you REALLY should visit mother more often," Madison spoke up and directed her question to Harm.
Everyone just stared since Harm had stated they weren't related. "EXCUSE ME?" Harm asked still in a bit of shock at what she had just said.
"Mother….Trish," Madison was about to finish, but was interrupted by another woman approaching.
"Commander Rabb!" Mac yelled, just slightly annoyed.
Harm spun around. Mac did NOT sound happy. "Yes, Colonel?"
"I just talked to the captain…and apparently we're dropping off paperwork?"
"It's official JAG business."
"Harm," Mac said in a warning tone.
"What? It is…hey Mac…apparently I have a little sister now…" Harm said looking from Mac to Madison.
Mac just glared at him.
Madison was annoyed and so was the rest of the squadron. Maddi looked over at the man who had been lecturing them. "We PROMISE to fly…safer…next time," Maddi said. "Now if you don't mind we have flight formations and such…we have those…"
The Lt Commander didn't want to hear it, "just no more dangerous stunts," he walked off.
Harm looked back at Mac, she definitely didn't have that believing him or happy with him look. Harm turned back and saw that Maddi and the rest of the squadron were walking off. "Hey! Lt Rabb! Hold up!" Harm yelled hoping that Mac would believe him.
Maddi stopped, spun around, but didn't stand at attention. She was annoyed and would rather just go off and do what she wanted.
"Rabb?" Mac asked, since Madison had responded to the name.
"Lt Madison Rabb, Ma'am, now if you'll excuse me…" Madison said and turned about and walked back over to her awaiting squadron and then they all walked off.
"You didn't know about this, did you?" Mac asked looking from the squadron's retreating figures back to Harm.
"That there's another Rabb in the Navy? No, but she's not my sister…" Harm said not completely confident.
"Do you REALLY believe that?" Mac asked seeing Harm's face. She had gone with him to Russia when they had found Sergei and when they found out about him. She knew that look.
"She says I should visit mother more often," Harm said in a trance-like state.
"I agree with her…maybe we should give her a call?" Mac suggested. "OR we could fly to California…" Mac was starting to think the second option might be better.
"You don't really think she's my sister, do you?" Harm said still in his trance.
"Dark brown hair, blue eyes, Navy, aviator…on the outside…she could be…but that doesn't mean she is, Harm."
"And what if she is?"
"Your family's just become a little bigger…"
"And I thought I was an only child…all those years…"
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TBC
Author's Note: Uhhh yes…I apologize up front for my insanity…this came to me while swimming…well trying to keep myself from drowning from not being able to really actually breathe in the pool the other day and yeah…I think I lost some oxygen flow to my brain *giggles* who knows?
JAG
"Defiance"
Chapter 1 - How many Rabbs are in the Navy?
1400 Zulu
USS Seahawk
"Harm, why are we here?" Mac asked as she followed Harm. Why had he made her come?! And why had the admiral okayed it?!
"We're investigating, Mac," Harm said, obviously glowing from being on a carrier at sea and in very close distance to the cockpits of Tomcats. It was like taking a kid to a toy store.
"What exactly are we investigating? I didn't get any information on this investigation," Mac insisted walking along side of him now noting his 'I want to fly' smiles and grins and general expression as he took in their surroundings. "Harm, are you sure you didn't just drag me along so you can play? Because there is NO way I am going up in any of those with you."
Harm grinned, "don't worry Mac, I didn't bring you along so you could lose your lunch."
Mac rolled her eyes, "why am I here then?!"
"We're investigating!"
"Investigating WHAT?!" Mac asked getting annoyed, which Harm was currently very good at.
"I didn't do it!" a familiar playful female voice interrupted.
Mac and Harm turned, "SKATES!" Harm shouted.
"Heard you were coming," she said.
"Can't keep me away for too long…"
"Harm," Mac said as calmly as possible. "I thought we were investigating…not here for flying…you said I wouldn't have to go up in one of those things…the last time you crashed us!"
"That wasn't a tomcat, Mac."
"Why do they even LET you fly?" Mac asked painfully annoyed and headed off to find the CO, hoping to figure out why exactly she was taken to the carrier and what Harm was keeping from her. Harm was going to be in all kinds of trouble if she found out that he had brought her to the carrier just so he could fly. Why was she suppose to do?! He'd be off flying or hanging out with Skates and the other pilots chatting it up.
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1430 Zulu
Flight Deck
USS Seahawk
Harm and Skates were walking the flight deck of the Seahawk; they passed a squadron when Harm heard his name called. "Rabb! What did I tell you about those dangerous maneuvers?!" the Lt Commander asked obviously not thrilled.
"Sir?" two voices voiced out in union. One was Harm's and one was that of a young woman in the flight squadron.
The Lt Commander looked between the young woman and Harm. He finally settled his eyes on Harm, "excuse me Commander? Can I help you?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," Harm said.
The Lt Commander gave Harm a confused look.
"You called me."
"No I didn't."
"Yes. I'm Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr."
The Lt Commander raised an eyebrow and looked back at the squadron. He suddenly realized that the distraction had caused the squadron he had been talking to to take it upon themselves to stand down and whisper among themselves. He turned his attention back to them, "I did NOT call for you to stand down let alone for you to talk amongst yourselves!"
"You've GOT to be KIDDING me!" the young woman said obviously annoyed.
The Lt Commander shook his head, "it must be genetic."
"Excuse me?" Harm said.
"Aren't you two related?" he asked Harm.
"No! Why would you think that?!"
"Commander Harmon Rabb Jr, meet Lieutenant Madison Rabb."
"You know you REALLY should visit mother more often," Madison spoke up and directed her question to Harm.
Everyone just stared since Harm had stated they weren't related. "EXCUSE ME?" Harm asked still in a bit of shock at what she had just said.
"Mother….Trish," Madison was about to finish, but was interrupted by another woman approaching.
"Commander Rabb!" Mac yelled, just slightly annoyed.
Harm spun around. Mac did NOT sound happy. "Yes, Colonel?"
"I just talked to the captain…and apparently we're dropping off paperwork?"
"It's official JAG business."
"Harm," Mac said in a warning tone.
"What? It is…hey Mac…apparently I have a little sister now…" Harm said looking from Mac to Madison.
Mac just glared at him.
Madison was annoyed and so was the rest of the squadron. Maddi looked over at the man who had been lecturing them. "We PROMISE to fly…safer…next time," Maddi said. "Now if you don't mind we have flight formations and such…we have those…"
The Lt Commander didn't want to hear it, "just no more dangerous stunts," he walked off.
Harm looked back at Mac, she definitely didn't have that believing him or happy with him look. Harm turned back and saw that Maddi and the rest of the squadron were walking off. "Hey! Lt Rabb! Hold up!" Harm yelled hoping that Mac would believe him.
Maddi stopped, spun around, but didn't stand at attention. She was annoyed and would rather just go off and do what she wanted.
"Rabb?" Mac asked, since Madison had responded to the name.
"Lt Madison Rabb, Ma'am, now if you'll excuse me…" Madison said and turned about and walked back over to her awaiting squadron and then they all walked off.
"You didn't know about this, did you?" Mac asked looking from the squadron's retreating figures back to Harm.
"That there's another Rabb in the Navy? No, but she's not my sister…" Harm said not completely confident.
"Do you REALLY believe that?" Mac asked seeing Harm's face. She had gone with him to Russia when they had found Sergei and when they found out about him. She knew that look.
"She says I should visit mother more often," Harm said in a trance-like state.
"I agree with her…maybe we should give her a call?" Mac suggested. "OR we could fly to California…" Mac was starting to think the second option might be better.
"You don't really think she's my sister, do you?" Harm said still in his trance.
"Dark brown hair, blue eyes, Navy, aviator…on the outside…she could be…but that doesn't mean she is, Harm."
"And what if she is?"
"Your family's just become a little bigger…"
"And I thought I was an only child…all those years…"
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TBC