Title: Yesterday's Today, Today's Tomorrow
Authors: LissaMarie (Malysa), Audrey, Pat, & Rising Sun (see each part for
specifics and e-mail addresses)
FF of Malysa is archived at http://stories.com/authors/malysa
FF of Audrey is archived at http://www.angelfire.com/art/StardustsArt
FF of Pat is archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/AnniePatJAGstories
FF of Rising Sun is archived at: http://www.geocities.com/jagrslc
Rating: Nothing stronger than PG-13 (see each part)
Spoilers: Anything having to do with Harm's vision problems, first crash,
& family situation, and Mac's family & past.
Classification: AU, A (angst), F&R (friendship&romance) H/M, flashbacks
Disclaimer: If we owned JAG, do your really think we would have written
this? If you're not sure, WE DO NOT OWN JAG! JAG belongs to DB and the
characters are brought to life by the many terrific actors he employs.
Summery: After Lt. Harmon Rabb, Jr's ramp strike, his best friend since
childhood, Capt. Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie, remembers their past at his
hospital bedside among other places.
Authors' Notes: Will be included before and/or after each part
Feedback: Love it unless otherwise noted.
Archive: Ask one of us
Part 1
By LissaMarie (Malysa)
Email: MelMarie612@aol.com
Rating: PG, I use some bad words (Not really bad, my grandmother will read this!)
***AN: I have no idea exactly what year Harm's first crash was. I'm just using educated
guessing with math skills that I truly hate to admit that I possess. If you know the year,
PLEASE e-mail me because this could drive me slowly insane. I think that's all. Enjoy!***
12 MARCH 1991
1845 LOCAL
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
BETHESDA, MD
Captain Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie sat at her best friends bedside trying her best to
will his eyes to open. She knew her attempt was of no value. Lieutenant Harmon
"Harm" Rabb, Jr was the world's most stubborn person and would wake up when
he was damn sure and ready. Maybe this rest period was for the best because when
he woke up he was going to ask about his RIO.
Mac sure as hell didn't want to be the one to have to tell him that the ramp strike had
killed the man her best friend had considered a friend. She knew he would feel guilty.
Maybe he should. A RIO's life was his pilot's responsibility. She would never tell Harm
that, of course. Tact was something she had and used religiously.
Looking down at her long time friend's battered face, Mac could almost imagine his
features in an expression of complete and utter defeat, as they would be when he is
told of the repercussions of this crash.
The loss of his RIO and friend due to his inability to see the carrier clearly.
The loss of his wings due to his mistake.
The loss of his navy career in his eyes due to him being unable to fly.
Mac realized what this would do to him. She had been with him for years.
Flying in the navy had been his dream since the day she met him. She remembered
that day with absolute clarity. She hoped that he did, too. She hoped that memories
such as that one would be enough to bring him back to her. Reaching into her purse,
she pulled out a wrinkled paper airplane. It was obviously old and of great value to the
Marine Corps officer. She positioned it on Harm's pillow and kissed his forehead gently.
With that, she walked slowly out of the room holding her tears at bay.
Authors: LissaMarie (Malysa), Audrey, Pat, & Rising Sun (see each part for
specifics and e-mail addresses)
FF of Malysa is archived at http://stories.com/authors/malysa
FF of Audrey is archived at http://www.angelfire.com/art/StardustsArt
FF of Pat is archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/AnniePatJAGstories
FF of Rising Sun is archived at: http://www.geocities.com/jagrslc
Rating: Nothing stronger than PG-13 (see each part)
Spoilers: Anything having to do with Harm's vision problems, first crash,
& family situation, and Mac's family & past.
Classification: AU, A (angst), F&R (friendship&romance) H/M, flashbacks
Disclaimer: If we owned JAG, do your really think we would have written
this? If you're not sure, WE DO NOT OWN JAG! JAG belongs to DB and the
characters are brought to life by the many terrific actors he employs.
Summery: After Lt. Harmon Rabb, Jr's ramp strike, his best friend since
childhood, Capt. Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie, remembers their past at his
hospital bedside among other places.
Authors' Notes: Will be included before and/or after each part
Feedback: Love it unless otherwise noted.
Archive: Ask one of us
Part 1
By LissaMarie (Malysa)
Email: MelMarie612@aol.com
Rating: PG, I use some bad words (Not really bad, my grandmother will read this!)
***AN: I have no idea exactly what year Harm's first crash was. I'm just using educated
guessing with math skills that I truly hate to admit that I possess. If you know the year,
PLEASE e-mail me because this could drive me slowly insane. I think that's all. Enjoy!***
12 MARCH 1991
1845 LOCAL
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
BETHESDA, MD
Captain Sarah "Mac" Mackenzie sat at her best friends bedside trying her best to
will his eyes to open. She knew her attempt was of no value. Lieutenant Harmon
"Harm" Rabb, Jr was the world's most stubborn person and would wake up when
he was damn sure and ready. Maybe this rest period was for the best because when
he woke up he was going to ask about his RIO.
Mac sure as hell didn't want to be the one to have to tell him that the ramp strike had
killed the man her best friend had considered a friend. She knew he would feel guilty.
Maybe he should. A RIO's life was his pilot's responsibility. She would never tell Harm
that, of course. Tact was something she had and used religiously.
Looking down at her long time friend's battered face, Mac could almost imagine his
features in an expression of complete and utter defeat, as they would be when he is
told of the repercussions of this crash.
The loss of his RIO and friend due to his inability to see the carrier clearly.
The loss of his wings due to his mistake.
The loss of his navy career in his eyes due to him being unable to fly.
Mac realized what this would do to him. She had been with him for years.
Flying in the navy had been his dream since the day she met him. She remembered
that day with absolute clarity. She hoped that he did, too. She hoped that memories
such as that one would be enough to bring him back to her. Reaching into her purse,
she pulled out a wrinkled paper airplane. It was obviously old and of great value to the
Marine Corps officer. She positioned it on Harm's pillow and kissed his forehead gently.
With that, she walked slowly out of the room holding her tears at bay.