by Vid Z.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN: this is just a little something that came up when I was bored.
Pairing: Harm/anyone. Just imagine Harm with someone you want him with.
Hah! Perfect way to satisfy any kind of a shipper. Eat your heart out, DPB!
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"Harm, what do you think of this one?"
"it's pink..." as if that explained everything.
"...Yeah, so?"
"It's VERY pink. More like, glow-in-the-dark pink."
An indignant "It is not!" followed.
But Harm wouldn't be deterred "You know, they could probably use you for a traffic light in that one." he was beginning to amuse himself. Going shopping with a woman would kill any man's spirit. And a guy has to do something to prevent losing his mind due to his love's shopping enthusiasm, right?
"One more like that and you'll be sleeping on the couch..."
One night on the couch won't kill me...
"..for the rest of the week."
Shit." Since it was Monday, he would be sleeping there for an amount of time not worthy of having a little fun with his hormonal love. Know when to pick your battles. And this was one battle he couldn't win.
"I love it, honey (yeah, right...). But just don't expect me to wear pink also."
Mrs. Rabb turned her head and muttered to herself. "We'll see..."
"Hey, I heard that!" Harm had good hearing and that little comment couldn't escape him.
And so his lovely pregnant wife continued browsing in the clothes store. Harm in the meantime went back to sitting on the chairs provided with the other poor devils who came there with their lady loves. Other men sitting there just gave him a compassionate look, knowing what he was going through.
After all, no matter the social class or education, they were all equal in the face of the horror of having to go shoping with their lady-loves.
Death, eat your heart out!
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This comment has to do with the medieval painting where the painter
painted as everyone being equal when dead (kings, peasants, merchants.
Here they are equal in shopping with women.