Disclaimer: I own no JAG things, nor did I invent canopy beds. ::wink::
I can already hear you sighing with that "not again" tone!
Just my random ramblings. It really is pointless, but if you read it, enjoy.
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Harriet walked into the break room, Bud trailing closely behind.
"Hey, honey," Bud said happily.
"Oh, hi!"
"Is everything okay?"
"Of course, Bud, what could be wrong?"
"I don't know, you seemed anxious to get out of the way," he said.
"Was I in someone's way?" she inquired nonchalantly without looking at him.
"What?" he asked like a deer in the headlights. "Harriet, I didn't mean that you w-"
"It's okay, Bud, I was kidding," she interrupted with a smile.
"Oh," he said, relieved. "Hey, what's this?" he asked as he opened the fridge.
"What?" She peeked around the door.
"There's a water bottle in here..." he trailed.
"Well, yes, Bud, it is a fridge."
"But it says Air Force. Was someone from the Air Force assigned here?"
"Oh, that? No, that's the Colonel's," she answered.
"Really?" Harriet nodded. "...Why?"
"Well, apparently, there was a problem with hers always being taken."
"That's a really good idea. No one can confuse it with theirs."
"Except for a certain Commander," she said, emphasizing her last word.
Bud nodded in understanding. "I see."
The two piddled around a while more.
"You know, it's so obvious that they're flirting."
Bud made a mad dash to close the door as Harriet continued calmly. "The nuances and secrets and pasts between the two are unbelievable. There's so much that they want with each other it's unbearable to watch."
"I know."
"Really? You think so too? I thought I was just an overreacting female-"
"No, even the Admiral thinks so."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, he doesn't say it right out, but I can tell he believes so."
"Huh."
They carried on in silence again.
"But you know what?" she asked thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I could never imagine them doing this."
"Doing what, exactly?"
"Normal, everyday things together. Like, for example, washing dishes."
Bud chuckled a little. "Just the thought of them standing next to each other, sponge and towel in hand, is the funniest thing."
"Exactly my point. Can you picture Mac washing dishes as Harm sat on his butt in front of the game?"
"Well..." he said with skepticism.
"Well what?"
"I think that Mac would force Harm to do the housework."
Harriet laughed. "You're right, she'd never give in like that."
"Now that I think about it... neither would Harm."
"They'd have a dishwasher," she said conclusively.
"That's more like it." There was a short pause. "But you know, with their opposite personalities, if they got married, they'd be more likely to have separate apartments, or at least their own rooms," he said influentially.
"Oh, no way," she answered flatly.
"Why not?"
"Bed."
"Oh... How could I forget that?"
"I can't believe you did. They'd avoid each other all day - until that time."
"I can picture that. They'd have a huge, fancy canopy bed or someth-"
"Oh come on, they would have a twin size bed!"
I can already hear you sighing with that "not again" tone!
Just my random ramblings. It really is pointless, but if you read it, enjoy.
* * *
Harriet walked into the break room, Bud trailing closely behind.
"Hey, honey," Bud said happily.
"Oh, hi!"
"Is everything okay?"
"Of course, Bud, what could be wrong?"
"I don't know, you seemed anxious to get out of the way," he said.
"Was I in someone's way?" she inquired nonchalantly without looking at him.
"What?" he asked like a deer in the headlights. "Harriet, I didn't mean that you w-"
"It's okay, Bud, I was kidding," she interrupted with a smile.
"Oh," he said, relieved. "Hey, what's this?" he asked as he opened the fridge.
"What?" She peeked around the door.
"There's a water bottle in here..." he trailed.
"Well, yes, Bud, it is a fridge."
"But it says Air Force. Was someone from the Air Force assigned here?"
"Oh, that? No, that's the Colonel's," she answered.
"Really?" Harriet nodded. "...Why?"
"Well, apparently, there was a problem with hers always being taken."
"That's a really good idea. No one can confuse it with theirs."
"Except for a certain Commander," she said, emphasizing her last word.
Bud nodded in understanding. "I see."
The two piddled around a while more.
"You know, it's so obvious that they're flirting."
Bud made a mad dash to close the door as Harriet continued calmly. "The nuances and secrets and pasts between the two are unbelievable. There's so much that they want with each other it's unbearable to watch."
"I know."
"Really? You think so too? I thought I was just an overreacting female-"
"No, even the Admiral thinks so."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, he doesn't say it right out, but I can tell he believes so."
"Huh."
They carried on in silence again.
"But you know what?" she asked thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I could never imagine them doing this."
"Doing what, exactly?"
"Normal, everyday things together. Like, for example, washing dishes."
Bud chuckled a little. "Just the thought of them standing next to each other, sponge and towel in hand, is the funniest thing."
"Exactly my point. Can you picture Mac washing dishes as Harm sat on his butt in front of the game?"
"Well..." he said with skepticism.
"Well what?"
"I think that Mac would force Harm to do the housework."
Harriet laughed. "You're right, she'd never give in like that."
"Now that I think about it... neither would Harm."
"They'd have a dishwasher," she said conclusively.
"That's more like it." There was a short pause. "But you know, with their opposite personalities, if they got married, they'd be more likely to have separate apartments, or at least their own rooms," he said influentially.
"Oh, no way," she answered flatly.
"Why not?"
"Bed."
"Oh... How could I forget that?"
"I can't believe you did. They'd avoid each other all day - until that time."
"I can picture that. They'd have a huge, fancy canopy bed or someth-"
"Oh come on, they would have a twin size bed!"