DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. To be honest, I own very little. If Belissario wants to give me Harm though, since he is currently being left to gather dust, I would certainly not complain. Otherwise, it's the same old speech… No intentions to step on anyone's toes, just killing some time between classes. So, don't sue.
A/N: NOW… This is Harm/Mac romance, but I just love to torture them a little, so bare with me. Also, this is MAJOR ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. I'm not gonna change the characters, but I'm bending reality just a little... Okay, a lot.
WARNING!! I have this mostly finished, but I have some difficulty with the end. All suggestions welcome!
Now, no more of this… ENJOY!
THROUGH NEW EYES
By bloodymary2
CHAPTER 1: Right before the storm
Mac's POV:
Who would have thought, all those years ago, that we would be here today, hands entwined, absolute happiness overshadowing all the hurts of the past and the uncertainty the future still held. I certainly wouldn't. Not after Paraguay. Not after all the horrible words spoken and the innumerous missed opportunities that colored the nine years we spent dancing around each other, always closer than most friends dared get, but always at arms reach.
No matter.
Sitting beside him, inside his red corvette cruising slower than we probably should along the half empty avenue, I am certain that this is where I am meant to be. I know all this sounds corny and God, had it been anyone else, I would have agreed, but I can't help the smile that graces my lips and the warmness that invades my body as I feel him play with the beautiful ring on my left hand's finger. The ring that, only moments prior, had been silently presented by a beautiful Capitan down on bended knee.
Content…
I watch the city's lights reflected off his face, revealing the flyboy smile I love so much. His eyes remain fixed on the road, but they glimmer, knowing he is being observed. I don't care, though. I love being able to do it without feeling guilty or afraid I might get caught.
No regrets…
I would be the first to admit, had anyone asked, that there were things in my life that fall far from perfection. Decisions I wish had been made differently, time wasted I would have liked to have avoided. All that though, is a mute point. Because, the truth is, I wouldn't change a thing. Even if the scales of the good times and the bad times tipped dangerously towards the latter, I wouldn't risk skipping the pain, if that meant losing the perfect moments, like this one, no matter how few they might have been. And there were such wonderful moments scattered through our years together.
Fear…
I saw his eyes change, panic overtaking his features. I felt him tighten his hold of my hand, gripping it painfully. The second it took for me to notice this change made me a second too late to react. Before I could turn to look at the source of Harm's sudden fear, a bright light overtook us, making it all too bright for me to see anything beyond the outline of his dark hair. A millisecond after that, all was darkness and silence.
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UNDISCLOSED TIME AND LOCATION
Though darkness prevailed longer than she would have liked it to, Mac still retained a small sense of awareness. She may have been unable to see anything, but she felt herself being lifted away from the wreckage. She was aware of the warm blood trickling from some wound on her forehead, the result of a head smashing against the window. And she could hear the fragmented whispers all around her and could move her hand, her left hand, enough to realize it no longer held another.
Her entire body hurt and protested.
No pain, however, could distract the emptiness. No physical discomfort, no matter how great, could overshadow the desperation she felt at not knowing Harm's whereabouts or condition. Even though she refused to believe he was gone, a part of her knew something was wrong.
Depression started to close in on her…
Then she remembered that amazing feeling of peace in the seconds that had preceded the crash and she smiled. Maybe the happiness had been brief, but it had also been absolute. She could live the rest of her life on that single moment or be ready to die content for having been blessed with that perfection. Maybe she would never have that future she had so much desired. Maybe there would never be a little girl with blue eyes and a white picket fence to go home to every night. Regardless.
She had no regrets…
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