Title: Personal Affairs
Author: CRene
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own JAG that honor would go to Paramount Pictures, Belisarius Productions and CBS Television. I am just creating a little fun and angst for the characters of JAG.
**I wrote this story years ago, but I am finally putting it on . Please do not copy my fics or put them on any other site without my permission. Thank you.**
Chapter Two:
"Sarah, where are you," Harm asked strolling into her apartment two days later. She had been released the day before from the hospital. Harm had made sure that she was comfortable and safe while he ran to the grocery store for some dinner.
When he had entered her apartment she wasn't on the couch where he left her. The blankets were sprawled across the floor while Jingo sat looking up at Harm with the same look his master had - pure sorrow.
"Sarah," Harm muttered hearing her sobs from the back of the apartment. When he wasn't with her, the events of that morning haunted her day and night. She could see their faces and feel their hands all over her body. She had never been as vulnerable before as she was that morning. She was a Marine, and now none of that mattered.
Pushing the bathroom door open slightly his heart broke finding his Marine in the shower holding her knees to her chest fully clothed as the hot water hit her. He quickly fell down to the tub picking her up in his arms.
"My sweet, Sarah, come here," he whispered wrapping terry cloth towel around her.
"Harm," Mac cried nuzzling her head into his neck as he held her in his arms as he carried her towards her bed.
"Let's get you out dried off and out of these wet clothes," he said dropping the towel from her.
He had fantasies about disrobing the beautiful Marine of his, but it was nothing like what he was about to do. She just sat there staring into his eyes while he took each and every piece of clothing off of her. Once he had got her into one of his t-shirts she liked to wear to bed, he laid her down upon the pillow covering her up with the blankets and kissed her gently good night.
"Sleep, my sweet, while I make dinner," Harm murmured.
"No, don't leave me," she whimpered grabbing onto his wrist.
"I am never going to leave you, Sarah, but you need some sleep. You only slept a couple of hours last night, you need your rest. I will be right outside this door making your favorite meal for tonight's entree."
"Lay with me," she begged. "Harm, I am afraid to close my eyes."
Finally realizing she would never go to sleep without him there next to her, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed next to her. Her arms quickly wrapped themselves around his waist as her head laid upon his chest. He held her humming a few tunes of a song his mother use to sing to him when he was younger and within minutes Mac was asleep.
"I love you, Sarah Beth Mackenzie," he muttered kissing the top of her head. "And no matter what you and I are going to get through this."