Hello. This is my first JAG fic, so please be nice. As usual I don't own
any of the characters and I am not making any money out of this. I hope
you like it and Please Review!!
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Harmon Rabb and Sarah MacKenzie were eating lunch together one sunny afternoon. As usual Mac was clogging her arteries with an unhealthy piece of dead animal, while Harm chastised her about it over his salad.
A few minutes later Mic and Renee entered together. This was for the convenience of whoever was going to shove them out the picture.
Harm noticed the new arrivals and leaned over to Mac.
"Hey. Look who just walked in. I guess now would be a good a time as any to resolve our UST and admit that we're madly in love with each other."
Mac looked over her shoulder before agreeing.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get rid of them? That's the problem that has faced so many authors and they're running out of ways to split up our respective relationships."
"Well, that's because they wanted some stupid 'realistic storyline'. Subtly has no place in this fan fiction."
And with that he took out his gun and shot Mic and Renee dead. Everyone continued with their lunch and it wasn't until after closing hours that anyone bothered to clean up the bodies.
Mac smiled brightly at Harm then reached over to grab his hand.
"Right, one obstacle down, two to go."
"Two?" He asked her, confused.
"One, the fact that we work together. Two, the fact that main characters realising their mutual love and acting on it usually causes the ratings to plummet and ultimately leads to cancellation."
"Well, this is a completely independent story with no impact whatsoever on the television series which is created by people halfway across the world that this author has never met and most likely never will meet."
"Oh yeah. So that just leaves our jobs." She smiled again.
"Screw our jobs. Let's do it." He pulled her out of her seat and kissed her passionately.
"Oh, Harm. I love you."
"I love you too Mac, er, Sarah."
Their kiss became even more passionate and Harm reached up her shirt to undo her bra. She pulled away slightly.
"Harm, we're in a public place."
"I can fix that." He whispered, before clicking his fingers. Suddenly they were in his apartment with about a hundred candles illuminating the room
"I'm not going to ask how you did that. But you do know that the author of this hates stories where we admit our love for each other then immediately jump into bed, as though sex is all that matters in a relationship?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Just checking."
They pulled closer and started kissing once more.
And so dear reader, that is where we leave them. Mainly because we were very rudely asked to go away. I tried to climb up the drainpipe and peek in the window but couldn't quite make it.
So I'll leave it up to your imaginations to decide what happened next. But from the looks on their faces when they left for work the next morning I would guess they did one of two things:
Made passionate love all night long or
Made spaceships out of empty washing up bottles and sticky back plastic.
Your choice.
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Harmon Rabb and Sarah MacKenzie were eating lunch together one sunny afternoon. As usual Mac was clogging her arteries with an unhealthy piece of dead animal, while Harm chastised her about it over his salad.
A few minutes later Mic and Renee entered together. This was for the convenience of whoever was going to shove them out the picture.
Harm noticed the new arrivals and leaned over to Mac.
"Hey. Look who just walked in. I guess now would be a good a time as any to resolve our UST and admit that we're madly in love with each other."
Mac looked over her shoulder before agreeing.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get rid of them? That's the problem that has faced so many authors and they're running out of ways to split up our respective relationships."
"Well, that's because they wanted some stupid 'realistic storyline'. Subtly has no place in this fan fiction."
And with that he took out his gun and shot Mic and Renee dead. Everyone continued with their lunch and it wasn't until after closing hours that anyone bothered to clean up the bodies.
Mac smiled brightly at Harm then reached over to grab his hand.
"Right, one obstacle down, two to go."
"Two?" He asked her, confused.
"One, the fact that we work together. Two, the fact that main characters realising their mutual love and acting on it usually causes the ratings to plummet and ultimately leads to cancellation."
"Well, this is a completely independent story with no impact whatsoever on the television series which is created by people halfway across the world that this author has never met and most likely never will meet."
"Oh yeah. So that just leaves our jobs." She smiled again.
"Screw our jobs. Let's do it." He pulled her out of her seat and kissed her passionately.
"Oh, Harm. I love you."
"I love you too Mac, er, Sarah."
Their kiss became even more passionate and Harm reached up her shirt to undo her bra. She pulled away slightly.
"Harm, we're in a public place."
"I can fix that." He whispered, before clicking his fingers. Suddenly they were in his apartment with about a hundred candles illuminating the room
"I'm not going to ask how you did that. But you do know that the author of this hates stories where we admit our love for each other then immediately jump into bed, as though sex is all that matters in a relationship?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Just checking."
They pulled closer and started kissing once more.
And so dear reader, that is where we leave them. Mainly because we were very rudely asked to go away. I tried to climb up the drainpipe and peek in the window but couldn't quite make it.
So I'll leave it up to your imaginations to decide what happened next. But from the looks on their faces when they left for work the next morning I would guess they did one of two things:
Made passionate love all night long or
Made spaceships out of empty washing up bottles and sticky back plastic.
Your choice.