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The Diaries: Mac's Fantasies

Part One

Mac jerked her head up at the sound of the gavel beating against the desk.

"This court will adjourn for recess," the judge stated.

"We will reconvene in two hours. At which time I hope to hear defending councils closing arguments," she added, giving Mac a disappointed but hopeful glance.

Mac smiled apologetically in response. As they departed from the courtroom, Harm came up behind her and placed his hand upon her shoulder.

"What's up, Marine? I've never known you to be soo.....unresponsive in court."

Instead of the irritated anger he expected, she simply turned to face him yawning.

"I didn't sleep last night. Jingo was sick and I think I may be coming down with the flu or something," she said in a groggy voice.

Harm smiled at her.

"Up all night with Jingo?"

Then trying to kid around, " And you want kids?"

He got no response.

"Wow," he marveled, "It's worse than I thought."

Frowning slightly, he took her by the hand, "Come on, the Admiral is going to be out for the rest of the day. You can take a nap in his office."

She was too tired to protest so she simply let him lead her to A.J's office. Once there he took her briefcase and motioned for her to sit down on the couch. Reluctantly she took the seat but refused to lie down.

"I'll be fine," she tried to reassure him.

"Just give me a minute to catch my second wind."

Coming over and gently leaning her back onto the sofa, he said, "Get some sleep, That's an order!"

Smiling, she did as she was told. She wasn't up to a fight just yet. Satisfied with himself, he walked across the room and pulled the door to behind him.

"Maybe just a short nap, " Mac thought as she heard Harm outside telling Tiner not to disturb her for at least a couple hours.

She closed her eyes as Harm's voice faded into a whisper.

Sara MacKenzie paced back and forth in front of the fireplace as Harriet, her handmaiden and long time friend, tidied her room. She held a piece of paper which she would stop to read from time to time only to go back to pacing once she had finished. Finally, when Harriet felt she could stand it no longer, she grabbed Sara by the shoulders.

"What is troubling you so, my dear friend?"

Sara said nothing, she simply handed the note to Harriet and went back to pacing nervously. Harriet hurriedly opened the note and read its contents. Scribbled across the paper were the words:

"Come to me. You know the reason."

There was no signature. None was needed. Harriet knew exactly whom the note had come from. She also knew the dangers that would befall the sender if the letter had fallen into the wrong hands with a signature upon it.

"Are you going?" she asked, though she already was sure of the answer.

Sara stopped and turned toward her.

"I must! But what if Uncle A.J. finds out? Or Lauren? Even worse......my betrothed Sir Mic the Inadequate? Harmon is surely dead if I am followed," she whined, tears welling up in her eyes.

Harriet thought for a moment. Then smiling wildly she answered,

" Well my dear, you mustn't get caught then. If I am having an audience with the afore mentioned, then how can they catch you?"

Sara smiled, she could always count on her dear friend to help her out. But her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared.

"I will only go to him to tell him we must stop this game. I fear for his life if we continue," she said matter of fact.

Harriet saw that she had made her decision and once she had made up her mind, there was no going back. Harriet only stared at her. Sara nodded her head as if to reassure herself. Then turning to go she said, "Draw a bath for me, please. I won't be gone long."

She hurried along the path that would take her to her beloved's village. Once there she snuck through the shadows to his door. Knocking quietly, she stood back, ready to plead for him to let her return and never to call for her again. But he never came to the door.

"What could have happened?" she wondered.

Fear overtook her, what if someone else had seen his note? What if her uncle and her betrothed had gotten there before her? What if they had called him to the castle in her name? Thoughts raced through her head. She didn't know what to do. All she could think of was to go back home and hope that Harriet knew where Harmon was and that he was all right.

A cold wind blew across the Scottish moors as a Sara stepped up to the castle door. Her long brown hair hung in curls over the back of a long cloak draped across her shoulders. She took one last hopeful look around in the darkness outside the gate before giving a disappointed sigh and turning back to open the door.

"Where have you been?" came a deep voice from the shadows to her left.

She jumped at first but relaxed just as quickly as she recognized the familiar sound. Stepping from the shadows, the man placed a hand gently on her shoulder as if to calm her.

"Harmon," she breathed as she fell against his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

"I went to meet you. I was worried when I couldn't find you."

Encircling her in his arms, he buried his face in her hair and breathed her in.

"Sara, I was afraid you wouldn't come so I came to you instead," he sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair.

" I was afraid," she admitted. "But, I couldn't make myself stay away."

Pulling slightly away from her, he looked deep into her eyes. They shared the same longing, the same desire as his own. As she ran her hands up his chest and around his neck, she felt him shudder. She suddenly noticed he had no cloak and only a ragged shirt and his kilt to protect him from the cold. She was certain he had been waiting here for some time.

"You're freezing," she stated as she wrapped the ends of her cloak around him.

Mischief flashed through his eyes as he grinned a lopsided grin and teased, "I know a way to warm up." Unable to resist his charm, she smiled her agreement and took his hand in hers. Opening the door, she lead him through the door, taking great care not to wake the two guards sleeping just inside. Harmon knew all too well what could happen if they found him here. He tiptoed quietly passed them and followed her up the stairway. She quickly led him into a room at the top of the stairs and closed the door. Harmon looked around the room, taking everything in. A roaring fire in the fireplace, a claw foot tub in front of the fire, steam rising from it, and a huge canopy bed in the center of the room. Taking his hand once again she pulled him toward the fire.

"Come my love, warm yourself," she suggested.

As he stood in front of the fire, he caught his reflection in the mirror above and noticed the streak of mud across his cheek. Trying not to call attention to himself, he lifted his hand to wipe it away only to discover he was covered in it from his journey to see his beloved Sara. Noting his childlike effort to clean himself, Sara giggled.

Then turning him toward the tub she whispered, "That is for you, my darling."

He looked wounded for only a moment until she winked at him and added, "And for me."

Time seemed to stop and the world around them with it. Suddenly everything seemed to fall into place and nothing else mattered but the two of them. Together at last. They slowly helped one another to undress, savoring each moment. Exploring each other's bodies with their eyes. They climbed into the tub and sat facing each other, washing the mud and dirt away until neither one could take it anymore. Standing up Harmon pulled Sara into his arms, kissing her gently at first then with more passion and desire than either could hold back. Sweeping her into his arms he stepped out of the tub and slowly walked over to the bed, where he gently laid her down. Lying down beside her he pulled the covers up over them and pulled her closer. He covered her mouth with his then began tracing kisses across her cheek and down her neck. "Harmon," she whispered breathlessly. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Sara," was his reply. Between kisses he whispered her name,

"Sara,....Sara......Sara........

.MacKenzie.MacKenzie....Mac"

"Mac?"

She heard Harm's voice calling to her. It sounded like he was in a tunnel and he was coming closer and closer.

"Mac! Wake up," he said patting her cheek.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at Harm. He was kneeling next to the couch, holding her hand.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to wake up, Jarhead," he smiled but the concern was evident in his voice.

Sitting up she shook her head, " You know I could never miss court, Flyboy. Especially if I am going to beat you!"

A smile spread across his face.

"Ah, feeling better I see."

This was the Mac he was used to.

"Must have been some dream then," he said, helping her to her feet.

"What makes you think I was dreaming?" she asked as she straightened her uniform, grabbed her briefcase and started to follow him out the door.

With his back to her he smiled, "Well, you had to be dreaming, you NEVER call me Harmon in real life unless your mad at me or you are trying to make a point."

Mac's jaw dropped and she stopped abruptly. When she regained her composure she asked, " What exactly did you hear?"

Harm kept walking, "Wouldn't you like to know? Come on I have a court case to win."

He just loved having the upper hand for once.