Author's Notes: Sorry I couldn't paste the lyrics of the song into my story. Unfortunately they're copyrighted. If you want to know the exact lyrics I was thinking of, just listen to "Two Is Better Than One" by Boys Like Girls.

Also, beware of "potty words." There are only a few bad words and I use them only when the story calls for them as necessary.

I originally wrote this story as a one-shot, but Lil-Miss-DiNozzo78 insisted that I continue writing on it. So here I am, still writing. I know how frustrating it is as a reader to not get continual updates, but I will do my best I promise. It's sometimes hard for inspiration to strike. After all, none of us JAG fans want to write a terrible fanfic!

So far I've gotten (mostly) kind reviews. And I thank you for that! For those of you who aren't as nice in your reviews, I thank you too. Your critiques inspire me and hopefully they will make me a better writer.

Also, I do not own JAG or any of it's characters. Wish I did, because I'd make it more shipper-friendly :)

[Have a problem with shippers? Then don't read this story!]

Harm was driving home after a stressful day at JAG. He worked longer today than usual to escape from the conversations he had with Mac that were replaying in his mind. Specifically the conversation they had at Admiral Chegwidden's dining out.

"It doesn't matter to you how it happens?"

"It matters that it happens between the two of us. I'm tired of looking in on your life, Mac, I want to be a part of it."

"I can't do it."

"Why, Mac, why?" he wondered. He turned on the radio, and a song that he didn't recognize was playing. Harm almost flipped to another station, but after listening to a few of the lyrics he left the radio alone.

It was the first verse of a song called "Two is Better Than One" by Boys Like Girls. Some band he's never heard of. For some reason, Harm liked the song, especially the line about the first day I met you, or something like that.

The song continued as Harm thought about the first time he met Mac. It was in the Rose Garden at the White House. Harm was shocked to see someone who reminded him of his dead girlfriend, Diane. But eventually his new partner became more to him than just a reminder of his lost love.

Harm loved the line about kisses. Heremembered his kisses with Mac. On the dock in Norfolk, on that rainy night when he went to confront Diane's killer. The kiss they shared at Mac's engagement party to Mic. The kiss at Bud and Harriet's house, underneath the mistletoe.

The lines about figuring out your life spoke to Harm. He knew what he had to do. He drove to Mac's apartment in Georgetown. He practically sprinted out of his car and up the stairs.

"Please open up," he thought as he knocked on her door.

"Harm?" Mac asked as she opened the door and rubbed her eyes. "It's 2334. Is everything okay?"

"Mac... I.... I love you."

Mac stood in her doorway, gasping for breath. "Did Harm just tell me he loves me? Am I dreaming?" She rubbed her eyes and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't asleep.

"Yes, Mac, you're awake," Harm answered her unspoken question.

"Is this some kind of joke?!?" Mac shut the door in his face as she ran away. Harm stuck his foot in the door. He winced in pain as he pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Mac, we have to continue this conversation. We've danced around this for 8 years now."

"What's with this sudden change of heart? Aren't you the fighter pilot who can't lose control?"

"Mac stop being cynical. I just came to your door and proclaimed my love to you and what do you do? You act like a jerk."

"OUT! NOW!" Mac yelled. Harm, sensing that he shouldn't mess with this upset Marine, quickly left the apartment. Mac slammed and locked the door before falling to the ground, sobbing.

Harm walked to his Corvette with his head down and after stumbling to unlock the door, he sat down on the leather seat. He fumbled as he attempted to put the key in the ignition.

"DAMN IT!" he screamed before throwing the key down. Covering his face with his hands, Harm just sat in the car outside of Mac's apartment.

"Mac liked me. We even had the baby deal, damn it! But I guess I was wrong. I finally admit I was right and she's being stupid. A jerk. A freaking jerk." Harm attempted to salvage what was left of his pride by ranting about Mac. "Screw this and screw her. I'm done. She can go have her baby with somebody else, but not me."

Harm picked up his keys and sped off in anger.

Mac plopped down on the couch with her knees curled up to her chest.

"I don't deserve this. I don't deserve anybody. Everytime I fall in love, something bad happens. They all die, or they break my heart. The man I've loved for years finally admits the truth and what do I do? I scream at him and tell him to leave. I'm a freaking screw up. Harm probably hates me. I'm sure he does. He'll never want to speak to me again and now I've ruined everything."

Rising from the couch, Mac continued rambling as she stumbled to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"I have to fix this. I have to. I've already ruined everything; I can't lose Harm too!"

Mac stared at the window as she paced throughout her apartment. It took her hours to fall asleep.

What Mac didn't know: Harm was also having trouble sleeping.