Okay, so let's see what happened after they split, shall we? From here out it's gonna he one chapter Mac, next Harm until we hit 14 and the NCIS episode.
Originally, this was going to continue on "I'll be Alright" but, opted for it to be a whole other story since they are not together. Yep, still pretty pissed off. I have a lot of ideas about this one. If they think about each other ever? I actually thought back to a failed friendship I had, nothing romantic but, a very good friend of mine where we fizzled out on each other. If, from time to time, songs, pictures, other people could bring up pleasant memories, I can't imagine what it must be like for a couple. Especially when Harm and Mac held back for so long.
Thank you all for the kind reviews and even the none-kind ones.
I've been at this for a while and have not received a reception like this for a story in quite a while. I like my stories with a degree of angst and some of them are really far out there...
The plan for this is to chronicle all the years between their split leading up to their on-screen sizzle fest. I am trying to get this done before September. I have hopes that CB didn't yank our chain.
If I could rewind time and make amends
If I could somehow hear your voice again
And hold you gently in the morning
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
Oh, just to feel your breath against my skin
If I could somehow taste your smile again
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
I try to pry my heart away, it's true, your love's crazy glue
So say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give to be Us, us again
To be Us, us again
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
Say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
I try to pry my heart away, it's true, your love's crazy glue
So say the word, and I will turn around and run, run, run to you
What I wouldn't give, what I wouldn't give to be Us, us again
To be Us, us again
To be Us.
"Us" by Uss.
YEAR 6
Mac was settling into her office, finally. The first few months at her new job had her travelling entirely too much and she'd barely had time to make the space her own until now.
She had organized her desk and pulled out a few framed pictures that she placed on a credenza near the window. The last picture she held in her hands entirely too long, her fingertips running over the images of her and Harm dressed in cammies in Afghanistan.
Despite the constant dance of their relationship, it had been simpler times then. With a frown, she placed it in the middle and angled it slightly. "Well, Harm, here we are."
She was tempted to call him and see how he fared after their split. Did he miss her at all? Mac had expected him to try to patch things with her somehow but, wasn't entirely surprised that he hadn't.
Who would she bounce ideas off now? She shook her head out of her stupor and steeled her spine. A Marine didn't need a squid. She was tough, strong and perfectly capable without him.
Mac wanted to hate him in order to ease an ever present pain in her heart but, she couldn't. He was a good man and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would come to her if she asked him to. He hadn't abandoned her they just fizzled out. They were still friends, weren't they? With a sigh she placed the picture amongst the others. She really didn't want to forget him.
"Hello Sarah." A voice she hadn't heard in years had her whip around quickly. There stood Clayton Webb in his typical three piece suit smiling at her with an air of familiarity.
His appreciative glance made her want to cover up although she was in uniform. It made her cringe to know he'd seen her naked, that they'd been lovers for a time. Jesus Christ what in the hell was she thinking to ever be involved with him?
"Don't ever call me that. You don't get to call me that ever again. One man earned that right and you aren't him." Her tone was icy and impersonal. Mac wanted nothing to do with Clayton Webb.
"Just welcoming you back to Washington." He moved towards her, close enough that Mac could tell the years had not been kind to him. It was the job, she knew. But, his next question and the self satisfying smirk that came with it got a rise out of her. "How's Rabb?"
"You bastard." Mac couldn't help but slap the smirk away. News traveled through Washington faster at a rate that was dizzying. Everyone knew everything and the more connected you were the worst it was. It was likely the demise of hers and Harm's relationship was probably on the Washington Post. "What the hell do you want, Mr. Webb?"
"To help you.." He pressed a hand to his cheek rubbing it gently. He deserved it, he knew.
"Hah. I don't need any help from you."
Webb shrugged. "You have no choice. State needs intel from the CIA in regards to your precious Marines."
"The ones being held for ransom?" Okay, he got her attention now. A Marine mission to extract dignitaries had gone awry leaving one Marine dead and three held captive. Bureaucracy had halted their extraction and Mac was somewhere in the middle trying to find a solution. "What can you do?"
Webb placed a flash drive on the corner of her desk and smiled. "Woops. Must have fallen out of my pocket… Stay in touch." And just like that he was gone.
Mac knew it was a ploy to get back into her life, something that held no interest unless it was work related. What she found on the drive did offer insight that had helped extract the Marines.
It also put her back in the line of fire with the CIA when Webb had gone to the director and pursued an assignment with her. "The answer is, no. Hell no, to be exact." One of the things that she and Harm had agreed on was no more assignments with the agency and she would hold firm on that promise.
"Oh, c'mon, Mac. It'll only be for about a month. And you'll get out of that stuffy office and back in the field." Webb practically pleaded with her over the phone but, any sway he may have had on her died at Manderlay.
"I said, no… Good luck, Clay. Stay safe." With that she hung up.
Exactly one and a half months later, Clayton Webb's body was found riddled with bullets in a small shed somewhere in Iraq. Mac attended his memorial at Langley but, couldn't bring herself to cry. She had done enough of that at his expense years ago. She lamented his death, the man was a true patriot.
Not everything was bad about Clay. He did have his redeeming moments. Afterall, he brought her and Harm together. He broke them apart as well. Then again she had been too emotionally weak after Paraguay to understand just how much Harm was willing to give up for her.
She frowned at the thought and wondered, as she had so many times before, if it would have worked out had then gotten together sooner... They would never know.