This is one of my 1st fan fics since I came back from, like, perma-hiatus
and I just want 2 know whether y'all like it or not so just R&R and please
flame if u must! -- even lowly shippers need 2 b corrected 2! lol
Rating: PG13 (prob. Not even that)
Summary: Mac has gone in and out of abusive relationships her whole life. When Harm finally attempts to be the perfect guy, will she accept him or drive him away? HM (all the way!)
Mac brushed an errant tear off of her bruised cheek; wincing at the flash of pain her simple motion had caused. Her only thought was to get up, to get out of the situation she had found herself in yet again. Gathering her purse and quietly stuffing in its spilled contents, as to not wake the sleeping form lying on the floor; she stepped toward the door. The body twitched and let out a mumble of drunken curses almost unintelligible at this point. With a firm sort of determination Mac shut the door firmly and made it to her car. She spend the next hour sobbing before realizing her latest abusive partner would eventually come to and be sober enough to come after her.
"Mac!" the voice was almost too cheerful for her ears to tolerate after the events of last night. "Good morning, ma'am!"
Bud looked expectantly at her grinning from what seemed the epitome of his permanently happy soul. Mac managed a withered smile and stepped around his form 'just get to your office.. she told herself.. just shut the door and think..'
Bud's face crumpled into a deep frown, "Harriet?" he questioned his wife, "is something wrong with Colonel Mackenzie?" Harriet stared at her husbands confused face. "Sweetheart," she replied, "What do you mean.." "Well did you see the bruise on her face? And the cuts?" Bud countered. "No.. Oh Bud, this could be serious; should I talk to her?" Bud shook his head, "not yet Harriet, I don't think she's really in the mood for that. I just wanted to know if you knew anything."
Meanwhile
The sun shone brightly through Commander Harmon Rabb's Window; squinting he checked his alarm clack, "Shit!" he yelled; it was 8:45 leaving him not long to shower and get his six into work. After a freezing cold shower that had forced him to use another string of curses he had managed to get to work without spilling coffee on himself. Harm jogged up the flight of stairs to his office, he was already late for the 9:00 meeting Admiral had called for that morning and there would be a price to pay for that. As he passed Mac's office he briefly gazed in, the sight he saw turned his stomach and caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Colonel Mackenzie, the woman he relied on to be strong and unemotional; was sobbing, her face a mass of bruises and cuts. Harms pulse quickened and he forgot all thoughts off work and the meeting he was supposed to be in at the moment and knocked quietly.
Mac looked up and saw Harm's worried face peering through her window, "Can I come in Marine?" he questioned. Her brown eyes filled with tears at the thought of him knowing the shameful position she had put herself in. "Y- yes.." she managed. He entered her office and stared seemingly through her with the most hard-to-read look she had ever seen on his face. "Was it Drew?" he asked her softly; she saw his face flush and could almost hear his temper flare when she mutely nodded.
'Why does she do this to herself!?" Harm angrily asked himself. 'She is so beautiful and yet she settles for these drunk..' he couldn't finish the thought; Harm saw red every time he looked at her puffy bruised face with tears streaming down it. Mac looked so alone and hurt; he had never seen her in a position quite so bad. He usually heard how she had hit back causing these "boyfriends" of hers to be very in awe of just exactly what a furious marine could do. But today she looked different, like she had given up.
"Please saw something.." Mac begged Harm, "Please just don't give me that look." Harm cleared his throat and Mac began to steel herself for the torrent of words that were sure to follow. "Mac.." Harm's voice broke at this point, "You.. why?" His grey blue eyes had filled with un-shed tears. This simple act cause Mac to break down her defenses completely, "I couldn't hit back Harm. I-I didn't know what was wrong with me but he hurt me Harm.. and I couldn't do anything; I was weak.."
"No" Harm said determinedly, "Not weak Mac.. never weak" then he motioned for her to continue. She stared at him and replied, "I just don't know what to do anymore Harm, I can't keep doing this to myself.." He agreed and then looked up worriedly as His name was yelled through the office, "COMMANDER HARMON RABB!" it was obviously the admiral and he was obviously not in a good mood.
Mac's moment of weakness had been covered by her professional shell as Harm turned to face her. "Mac--" Harm pleaded "Promise me we'll finish this?!" Mac glanced at him, "You better get in admirals office before he send out the search party." She attempted this as a pathetic joke and it was accompanied by an even feebler smile. He looked at her as his name was again, irately screamed through the office, "HARMON!" with that he ran toward admirals office his mind on a young woman with problems bigger than admirals at the moment.
So.. what do ya think? Is it worth continuing? (and yes I know there is n- one named Drew in any of the show's episodes but this is like, "JAG" time.. I'm making him up 4 the benefit of my story!
Rating: PG13 (prob. Not even that)
Summary: Mac has gone in and out of abusive relationships her whole life. When Harm finally attempts to be the perfect guy, will she accept him or drive him away? HM (all the way!)
Mac brushed an errant tear off of her bruised cheek; wincing at the flash of pain her simple motion had caused. Her only thought was to get up, to get out of the situation she had found herself in yet again. Gathering her purse and quietly stuffing in its spilled contents, as to not wake the sleeping form lying on the floor; she stepped toward the door. The body twitched and let out a mumble of drunken curses almost unintelligible at this point. With a firm sort of determination Mac shut the door firmly and made it to her car. She spend the next hour sobbing before realizing her latest abusive partner would eventually come to and be sober enough to come after her.
"Mac!" the voice was almost too cheerful for her ears to tolerate after the events of last night. "Good morning, ma'am!"
Bud looked expectantly at her grinning from what seemed the epitome of his permanently happy soul. Mac managed a withered smile and stepped around his form 'just get to your office.. she told herself.. just shut the door and think..'
Bud's face crumpled into a deep frown, "Harriet?" he questioned his wife, "is something wrong with Colonel Mackenzie?" Harriet stared at her husbands confused face. "Sweetheart," she replied, "What do you mean.." "Well did you see the bruise on her face? And the cuts?" Bud countered. "No.. Oh Bud, this could be serious; should I talk to her?" Bud shook his head, "not yet Harriet, I don't think she's really in the mood for that. I just wanted to know if you knew anything."
Meanwhile
The sun shone brightly through Commander Harmon Rabb's Window; squinting he checked his alarm clack, "Shit!" he yelled; it was 8:45 leaving him not long to shower and get his six into work. After a freezing cold shower that had forced him to use another string of curses he had managed to get to work without spilling coffee on himself. Harm jogged up the flight of stairs to his office, he was already late for the 9:00 meeting Admiral had called for that morning and there would be a price to pay for that. As he passed Mac's office he briefly gazed in, the sight he saw turned his stomach and caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Colonel Mackenzie, the woman he relied on to be strong and unemotional; was sobbing, her face a mass of bruises and cuts. Harms pulse quickened and he forgot all thoughts off work and the meeting he was supposed to be in at the moment and knocked quietly.
Mac looked up and saw Harm's worried face peering through her window, "Can I come in Marine?" he questioned. Her brown eyes filled with tears at the thought of him knowing the shameful position she had put herself in. "Y- yes.." she managed. He entered her office and stared seemingly through her with the most hard-to-read look she had ever seen on his face. "Was it Drew?" he asked her softly; she saw his face flush and could almost hear his temper flare when she mutely nodded.
'Why does she do this to herself!?" Harm angrily asked himself. 'She is so beautiful and yet she settles for these drunk..' he couldn't finish the thought; Harm saw red every time he looked at her puffy bruised face with tears streaming down it. Mac looked so alone and hurt; he had never seen her in a position quite so bad. He usually heard how she had hit back causing these "boyfriends" of hers to be very in awe of just exactly what a furious marine could do. But today she looked different, like she had given up.
"Please saw something.." Mac begged Harm, "Please just don't give me that look." Harm cleared his throat and Mac began to steel herself for the torrent of words that were sure to follow. "Mac.." Harm's voice broke at this point, "You.. why?" His grey blue eyes had filled with un-shed tears. This simple act cause Mac to break down her defenses completely, "I couldn't hit back Harm. I-I didn't know what was wrong with me but he hurt me Harm.. and I couldn't do anything; I was weak.."
"No" Harm said determinedly, "Not weak Mac.. never weak" then he motioned for her to continue. She stared at him and replied, "I just don't know what to do anymore Harm, I can't keep doing this to myself.." He agreed and then looked up worriedly as His name was yelled through the office, "COMMANDER HARMON RABB!" it was obviously the admiral and he was obviously not in a good mood.
Mac's moment of weakness had been covered by her professional shell as Harm turned to face her. "Mac--" Harm pleaded "Promise me we'll finish this?!" Mac glanced at him, "You better get in admirals office before he send out the search party." She attempted this as a pathetic joke and it was accompanied by an even feebler smile. He looked at her as his name was again, irately screamed through the office, "HARMON!" with that he ran toward admirals office his mind on a young woman with problems bigger than admirals at the moment.
So.. what do ya think? Is it worth continuing? (and yes I know there is n- one named Drew in any of the show's episodes but this is like, "JAG" time.. I'm making him up 4 the benefit of my story!