TITLE: Beavis and Butthead do JAG

AUTHOR: VIDZ

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV shows "JAG" and "Beavis and Butt-head" are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: to find out more about The Great Cornholio, go here and laugh your ass off:

http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=2yW_sIKBfIk

SUMMARY: it had to happen sometime. Beavis and Butthead meet JAG and insanity ensues.

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"I'll see you back at JAG, Harm." Mac muttered peevishly "Be sure you in fact show up."

Harm pretended not to notice her pissy mood as she pushed past him and strode away.

Looking after her he couldn't help but shake his head at her mercurial moods. She constantly seemed to change them and the fact she was PMS-ing had nothing to do with it.

He was about to turn back to the vendor when one of the two teens he'd noticed earlier commented, his bulging eyes rivetted to Mac's shapely silhouete.

"Whooouuuu, dude...." the dark haired one turned to Harm "Is she... like... your wife or something? 'Cause she's, like totally hot."

"Yeah, if you're a masochist." Harm mumbled to himself

"HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!" the chant was so annoying Harm couldn't help but look at the blonde with concern when the boy put his T-shirt over the back of his head, clenched his fists and with bulging eyes repeated that one word. Over and over. Then he started chuckling strangely, like a madman who's run out of his medication. "I am the Great Cornholio! I need TP for my Bunghole!"

"Is he okay?" he motioned, asking the brunette with the braces. There was no doubt he could take the weak little kid if he truly proved insane and dangerous, unless he had a gun. You can never be sure these days... Especially because the blonde looked like a junkie going cold turkey and junkies in need of a fix are dangerous.

"Sure..." the boy drawled and Harm winced when he smacked his friend quite forcefully, in a way you would slap a hysterical person. That seemed to do the trick and the junkie snapped out of it.

"Why did you do that for, asswipe?" demanded the blonde, shrieking.

"Shut up, Beavis." muttered the brunette, smacking his friend again.

The blonde striked back and suddenly they were rolling on the ground, punching each other, pulling each other's hair, grunting, giving off that weird psychotic chuckle,...

Normally Harm would've intervened at seeing kids figthing, but this time he held back. As it was, he had a feeling this was nothing new or unusual between these two.

Standing above them, watching as the one called Beavis repeatedly slammed his friend's head into the ground, Harm couldn't help but shake his head in dismay.

"And to think you boys are the future of America..." Harm thought about that fact for a second, then shuddered at the thought of what the future looked like "God help us all."

THE END

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