Author - Elisabeth Cook
E-Mail address - allegretto@gmx.net
Rating - PG
Classification - R [Harm/Mac]
Spoilers - none
Summary - The annual 4
First Posted - July 1999
"Major, would you care to dance?" Mac looked up to find Admiral Chegwidden
smiling at her, his arm stretched out, obviously looking forward to leading
her toward the dance floor. She never knew what demon had possessed her to actually
stand up and follow him, but she simply couldn't turn down her superior's request,
could she? It might have been the particularly joyous mood she had been in this
afternoon, in fact everybody had seemed much more relaxed than usual.
Whoever had decided this, it had been a great idea to reinstate the annual
4th of July party at the office, or so she had thought at first.
Now she wasn't so sure about that anymore. She had vowed to stay away from the
dance floor this afternoon, no matter how much she enjoyed the party. She had
also vowed to stay away from Harm as much as possible, or at least make sure
she didn't come too close to him. At least it looked like she wasn't about to
break that second vow as well. He had seemed as reluctant to dance as she was.
Probably a good thing, she mused, she had no idea what would have happened had
he asked her to dance. As much as she wanted it, she knew she probably couldn't
stand being so close to him. Especially not with this many people around.
She didn't want to make a fool out of herself by acting like a lovesick teenager
around him. He had no idea what he did to her, and neither did anyone else,
and she liked to keep it this way. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off him
as she moved through the crowd on the dance floor. He was sitting on the lawn
a couple of feet away, obviously deep in thought. Or what other reason was there
for repeatedly picking up the stack of used paper plates and setting it down
again on the exact same spot instead of standing up and carrying it over to
the trash can?
She forced herself to look away from him and focus her attention on the person
she was dancing with. She really didn't want to tick off the admiral, besides,
she didn't want him to see who exactly she was looking at instead.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Harriet begin to argue with Harm. She smiled
as she watched her practically pull him toward the dance floor. Apparently she
wasn't the only one who had to be dragged here. But why wasn't Harriet dancing
with Bud? She had been hanging all over him most of the afternoon, with the
admiral happily watching his namesake they for once had a little time for themselves.
Good, Harm had finally disappeared from her line of sight, now she would be
able to give the admiral all the attention he deserved, she mused as another
song began to play. Then she watched Chegwidden's smile widen as he looked at
someone standing behind her back. "Mind if we swapped partners for this one
song?"
A short pause, "Of course not, sir." A moment of hesitation and she found herself
in his arms. Don't think about it, Mac. She flashed him a brief smile
and then forced her gaze to roam the crowd. "Hey, flyboy."
Was the music really this excruciatingly slow or was she just imagining things?
"Hey there, marine. Didn't think we'd meet again so soon." She felt his breath
against her ear. Don't think about it. She swallowed hard. People were
watching them already. It wasn't that obvious, was it? She was giving her best
not to lean against him too closely.
She wanted nothing more than to enjoy this feeling of closeness, the warmth
where his body brushed against hers. You're doing it again, Mac, think of
something else! Instead, she felt unbelievably awkward.
There was Bud, she had finally spotted him. Good, something else to focus her
attention on. But what was he doing over there arguing with the DJ?
No time to think about that. She had to make Harm let go of her soon. Now.
She felt her control beginning to slip. And he wasn't making it easy for her
either, each time she tried to bring a little distance between them, he pulled
her even more close. Did this song have to go on forever? Harriet and the admiral
were definitely watching them.
Then, finally, the song was over. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. But
before she even had a chance to pull herself out of Harm's embrace - now, she
wasn't really trying very hard, was she? - the music began to play again.
She breathed another sigh of relief. The rhythm which now blasted out of the
speakers was nice and fast. If she would ever be able to make it through another
song, it had to be one like this. Then she felt Harm's body momentarily tighten
against hers. His movements slowed down and something about the way he carried
himself made her listen to the lyrics.
I know somethin' about love He seemed to swallow hard, but his movements picked up speed again. Something
told her to better stop this right now, but she was unable to move - or at least
to move differently from what the rhythm of the song dictated. The feeling of
being watched was stronger than ever. And really, when she turned her head a
bit, she could see both Harriet and the admiral staring at them. And there was
a certain mischievousness in their eyes she didn't know she liked to see.
If you want him to be the very part of you The sight of them stop dancing and stand in the middle of the dance floor,
staring at her and Harm almost made her miss the next part of the song.
Tell him that you're never gonna leave him She felt his arms tighten around her in surprise. Don't look at him.
Now where did Bud go again? There he was, still standing next to the DJ. Staring
at the two of them.
I know something about love How had she ever ended up in this situation anyway? What was she doing in his
arms, in front of all these people? Neither one of them had wanted to dance,
so what were both of them doing here on this makeshift dance floor?
If you want him to This simply couldn't just be a coincidence. Harriet and the admiral had completely
stopped dancing a long time ago, and other couples started to do the same. For
a second, her eyes met with Harriet's and what she saw in there gave a whole
new meaning to the words she heard next.
Tell him that you're never gonna leave him Her emotions were going on a rollercoaster ride and, judging from the way Harm's
hands had begun to tremble, his were doing the same. There was no way she would
get out of this situation unaffected, no matter what she did, she would make
a fool of herself. With this many people watching them now there was no way
she could make a graceful exit.
Ever since the world began it's been that way Complicated? Like hell this wasn't complicated. Her emotions were getting the
better of her. She was furious. Somebody had set them up and once she got a
hold of that person she would make him pay. Anger began to well up in the pit
of her stomach... it was anger, wasn't it? She had never felt this way before
and it was pushing her over the edge.
I know something about love It wasn't anger, it couldn't be. But could this really be love? Apparently
she didn't know anything about it. This feeling that her heart was tearing apart,
the fire burning deep inside of her, the sensation that her innermost feelings
began to turn inside out...
If you want him to be She realized that they had stopped dancing long ago. They stood, their feet
glued to the floor, his hands clutching hers. She squeezed his hand and in return,
his fingers tightened around hers to a point where she thought her bones couldn't
take the strain any more. And yet the pain she was feeling in her hand was nothing
compared to the pain burning deep inside her heart.
Tell him that you're never gonna leave him Their surroundings all but forgotten, tears began to roll down her cheeks as
she pulled him close to her. Her gaze locked with his and her arms wrapped around
him. When their lips finally met it was as if all the emotions that had been
building up inside of her were now pouring into that one kiss. A kiss that proved
everything she ever wanted to tell him.
Tell him that you're never gonna leave him
~ finis ~
You've gotta want it bad
If that guy's got into your blood
Go out and get him
That makes you want to breathe
Here's the thing to do
Tell him that you're always gonna love him
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now
You gotta show it and make him
See that moon above
Reach out and get it
Make your heart sing out
And if you want him to
Only think of you
Tell him that you're always gonna love him
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now
For man and women were created
To make love their destiny
Then why should true love be so complicated?
You gotta take it and
Show him what the world is made of
One kiss will prove it
Always by your side
Take his hand tonight
Swallow your foolish pride and
Tell him that you're always gonna love him
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now
Tell him that you're always gonna love him
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now
