The Adventures of 'Butch' and 'Sundance'

Author: TxJAG_b aka TnJAGAz

Rating: G
Spoilers: None that I know of – takes place before the retirement of F-14s from flying status – that's all I'll say…..
A/N: Call it a very small vignette or super-sized flashfic. Just a day in the life of JAG Corps' top troubleshooters as seen from Mac's POV.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Donald Bellisario, Belisaurius Productions, Paramount Pictures and Columbia Broadcasting Service Entertainment – this story is for non-profit entertainment of JAG fans only. No copyright infringement is
intended or implied.

Smoke was filling the cockpit. Alarms shrieked and chirped warning of multiple system failures.

"Get ready to eject, Mac!"

"I won't leave you, Harm!"

"You have to Mac; now get ready…."

"Harm, I love you, you know…."

"I know Sarah; I love you too. Now punch out on my command - Three, two, one, go, go, go!"

The bolts fired, sending the Plexiglas canopy sailing into the cool night air.

Tracers flashed in the night seeking them out.

Mac felt her seat rocket out of the cockpit and into the inky night sky.

There was no time to react or see what was going on until her chute deployed, and slowed her rate of decent.

Then she saw the running lights of Harm's Tomcat.

She gasped.

He was deliberately drawing their fire.

She watched as the tracer rounds from the triple-A guns stitched themselves into the body of his fighter bomber.

Then she saw the night light up as Harm ejected from the doomed Tomcat.

She watched as Commander Rabb's chute caught and deployed. She started breathing again when she saw him wave.

Now she had to hope someone would take the heat off them.

Her heart soared when she saw one of their accompanying F-18's begin to strafe the triple-A sites.

One by one, they winked out of existence.

Mac could see that Harm was holding onto his chute – alive and awake.

She thanked God he was okay.

She could imagine hearing the Captain of the Franklin Delano Roosevelt screaming "What the hell are two JAG attorneys doing in one of my F-14's?"

Harm had proven what Lieutenant Bishette had said; there was triple-A in that valley. But it only went after vulnerable targets at twilight.

Still, it was another plane loss for Flyboy.

But they had gotten out, alive.

She looked up and could have sworn he was looking down, watching over her.

She gave him a 'thumbs up' sign.

He gave her one back.

One of the squadron's F-14's flew a circular pattern around the two chutes.

Although the ground was dark and uninviting she knew the SAR team wasn't far away.

She and her Flyboy would live to litigate another day.

-FINIS