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Disclaimer: Nothing besides the story idea belongs to me, and this was written for entertainment purposes only.

Rating: K+

Authors Note: Okay, it has been a while since I have seen JAG, not since Sturgis came along but—I still love the show, and I love Jennifer Coates. So this is my tribute to her and before I go on I want to give a warning right now: as stated by another author in a different fandom: "this is going to be the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed!" So if that is not your cup of tea, don't say I didn't warn you.

Maybe is a Christmas!fic, that is going to be Tiner/Coates/Mikey as in Mikey Roberts. I found the ship Coates/Mike Roberts on a website (I don't recall where) and it has just stuck with me since. I can't get rid of it, and for some reason I just love it.

And I will mark it as an Alternate Universe just to get all my bases covered. Because I like the Admiral, so the Admiral is going to be in this fan fiction! I am going to take some liberties with the episode Answered Prayers because I never saw it, so I don't know if Mikey and Jennifer ever met, but in this story they did meet.

Keep flames to yourself. I am writing this story for myself hoping a few other people may gain some enjoyment from it. I do however welcome constructive criticism (for those who don't know, there is a difference).

So if you are willing to delve into something new (or maybe you are a fellow shipper yourself) please, enjoy and as always leave a comment letting me know what you think!

Authors Note 2: 12/23/07 I have been staring at this story for months trying to find out how to get it going again and so I have decided to revise my story! It will be a bit different, and hopefully a much better and well rounded story. Plus, it's actually Christmas Time so I will be inspired!

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It was snowing again.

Jennifer Coates was watching out her kitchen window at the snowflakes that were falling, they caught the light from the street lamps and settled in a blanket over the cars and trees in the parking lot. She knew she had better appreciate the snow tonight, before the next morning when it would be slush.

Jennifer had decided that tomorrow morning she would be wear her runners to work. She winced as she reached for the dish soap. Her hip still smarted from her fall, she was just glad that only Harm had been there.

"Right," she muttered, "because then I might have been embarrassed." She hadn't missed the twinkle in his eye as he helped her up off the sidewalk.

She sighed heavily and turned the soap bottle over the sink and squirted it angrily. The blue soap curled into the water and she stuck her hands in after and sloshed it around, creating enough bubbles to wash her dinner dishes.

Only a small pile sat by the sink, but dishes had been Mattie's job, and if she didn't wash them before bed, they would pile up.

It was still strange eating by herself, especially after she had gotten so used to eating with Mattie. She still ordered for two— she couldn't quite bring herself to only order for one. She knew it was sentimental and expensive, but she couldn't help it.

Besides, she told herself, this way I don't have to make a lunch for tomorrow.

During the months that Mattie had stayed with Jennifer they had gotten close.

She was happy that Mattie was with her Dad. Jennifer had been happier than she had been in a long time when Mattie told her the news, but then it got lonely and Jennifer was sick of being alone.

Maybe that was why she spent so much time in Harm's apartment now. She asked him if he minded and he said he liked the company, they both missed Mattie and found comfort in each other even if it was just watching late night television and playing Crazy Eight Countdown.

Besides Mattie, Jennifer didn't have many friends and it was nice to have someone Jennifer could call a friend outside of the Navy.

Christmas was always the hardest of all the holidays. As much as Jennifer was glad that she had left Hagerstown, glad that she made it out Jennifer missed her Mother. Even though they had gone through a lot of problems while Jennifer was growing up she still loved her mom, and appreciated the calls that they shared every week.

Probably doesn't hurt that you live six hours away from her, Jennifer thought.

Jennifer looked over at her phone, and had a fleeting though of calling the airport and booking herself a fight back home.

You can't do that, she chided herself. She grabbed a plate and began scrubbing it furiously.

You're done with that place. You promised yourself that a long time ago. Jennifer pulled off her rubber gloves; suddenly she didn't feel much like washing dishes. In fact she didn't feel like doing much of anything besides having a hot bath and reading a good book.

She didn't both to unplug the drain, but left the kitchen turning the lights off behind her.

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Sorry for the short prologue, but there will be another update soon, and chapters will be longer! Please R&R, and thank you for reading!