Will Happily Ever After Happen

By Emie

Chapter 2

Standard Disclaimer: JAG and JAG characters are owned by DB and CBS, I only take them out to play for a bit. I promise to return then fairly unharmed… Well at least I will try to.


Harm's eyes fell to the couch where he noticed Mac was sitting wrapped in a blanket. He rapidly walked over to her, knelt in front of her, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Mac looked up at Harm, she tried to focus on him, but her eyes would not cooperate. He looked slightly blurry around the edges, which made her think that maybe she had hit her head harder than she had first imagined.

"Harm," she slurred. She wasn't quite sure if this was really him or a hallucination brought on by her strong desire to have him here or maybe even a concussion. "Is it really you?"

"Oh, Mac, yes I am here," he replied. Worry filled Harm as he took in Mac's bruised face and her strange behavior. He noticed her eyes start to glaze over and shook her shoulder slightly.

He watched as she reeled back from his touch, "Please, don't…" she cried.

"Mac, it's me, Harm. I am not going to hurt you—what happened?" he questioned.

"My… My head hurts," she answered fuzzily. "We had a fight."

"Who? Who did you fight with?" he asked with barely contained furry.

"Please, my head," she whimpered.

"Okay, let's get you to the hospital and call the police," he told her. There was no way that he was going to drop this issue, but he could tell that Mac needed medical care. Maybe she would remember more of what happened later.

He ran his eyes over her taking in the full extent of her visible injuries; a black eye, bruised cheek, and multiple bruises on her arms, but at this moment, none of that looked life threatening. However, she was acting very dazed, so he wondered if she could have hit her head. He debated on whether or not he should take her to the hospital or call for an ambulance.

"Mac, did you hit your head?" he asked.

"I think so… My head hurts."

"Honey, I think I should call an ambulance."

"No," she cried. "Please…"

"You might have an injury to your head," he stated firmly. "I don't want to hurt you more."

"I'll be fine. Please, drive me."

"Alright," he told her. "Come on."

Harm slipped one of his arms under her legs and the other around her shoulders lifting her off the couch. He felt a little better when he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her head rested lightly on his shoulder. "Mac, I need you to stay awake for me."

"I'm tired. Comfy," she slurred.

"I know you're tired, but you will be able to sleep all you want after the doctors look you over," he told her, as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor.

"S' alright."

"Mac, you have to stay with me or I will have to call for an ambulance. I know you don't want that, but if you can't stay with me while I am driving—I won't have any other option."

"I'll not sleep."

"Good, that's my marine."


February 17, 2001 0100 Zulu

Bethesda Naval Hospital

Emergency Room

Harm was beginning to get very worried, it had been over an hour since the doctors had taken Mac into the treatment area and nobody had been out yet to tell him what was going on.

Getting up from the uncomfortable plastic waiting room chairs, he made his way up to the nurse's station. "I would like to know what is going on with Sarah Mackenzie."

Harm watched as the nurse typed the name into her computer then said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't have any information about her—other than she is back with the doctor."

He tried to control the anger that he was feeling over the lack of information. It seemed impossible that Mac had been with the doctor for so long, yet the nurse had no information on her. Tabling his anger with a few deep breaths, he told the nurse, "I need to make a call. I will be right outside, please, come and get me the moment you know anything."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

He turned and walked away from the desk and outside the doors. He took his cell phone out and called the Admiral.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but Mac has been hurt," he told his commanding officer.

"What do you mean hurt?" Admiral Chegwidden asked.

"I'm not sure what happened. She called me very upset, asked me to come over and when I got there the place was ransacked and Mac was sitting on the couch with bruises all over her and I think she might have a concussion."

"Did she say if she knew who did it?"

"No, Sir. She was quite out of it and really didn't know what was going on."

"Have you called Mic? I'm sure he would want to know that something has happened to Mac," the Admiral stated.

"No, I mean—I was waiting to see if she knew who did this…" Harm trailed off. He did not like the idea of informing Bugme… What if he was the one who had hurt her?

When he entered Mac's apartment he hadn't noticed any signs of forced entry. Which made his suspicions that it might have been Bugme grow even stronger, not that he would yet voice those concerns to the Admiral… Well at least not, blatantly voice those thoughts yet.

"You don't think that Brumby could have been the one to do this do you?" Chegwidden asked.

"Sir, I'm not sure what to think… I didn't notice any damage to the door and I would like to think that Mac wouldn't open the door to someone she didn't know."

"Well, for now hold off on calling Brumby, until you can talk to Mac."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, I really should be getting back—I am sure that they will have information soon," Harm said.

"Keep me informed Commander."


Mac sat in the hospital room waiting for the doctor to come back in. She was tired of all of this. Waiting in the hospital was never something that anyone wanted to do, but today it was worse, for when she was finished with the doctors she knew that she would have to talk to the police and—Harm.

'Oh, God,' she thought. 'How am I ever going to explain this to him?'

She had known for a long time that Harm did not like Brumby, well the feeling was mutual between the two men, and she was afraid of what might happen once Harm found out.

What would happen if Harm had called Mic while he was waiting? Would Mic be waiting to talk with her instead of Harm?

She was startled out of her thoughts by a nurse coming into the examination room. "How are you feeling, Ms. Mackenzie?" the nurse questioned.

"I'm feeling better—can I see Harm?"

"Ma'am, I really don't think that is a good idea."

"Why not? He is my friend and I want to see him," she spat. "Why would it not be a good idea for him to see me? I am sure he is going nuts out in that waiting room, please bring him back."

The nurse looked startled at the vehemence in the Marine Coronal. Her original concerns with letting the man back into her room had to do with the fact that they had yet to determine who had injured her.

Although, the nurse had seen many cases where the victim wanted to see and forgive the abuser, she did not get the feeling that this was the case.

"Maybe you should wait until after you have talked to the police before seeing your friend," she tried to sooth the distraught officer.

"No, please, I need to see him now," Mac said. She was starting to get unnerved. Why wouldn't the nurse let her see Harm? She couldn't imagine that they would think that he would do this to her… Could they?

It was almost as if a light bulb had gone off and managed to shine brightly through her fuzzy consciousness that must be it they thought. That it was Harm that had hurt her. Well she would just have to correct that fallacy now.

"It wasn't Harm that hurt me it was my ex-boyfriend. Harm just came to help me. He is my best friend, please, I need to see him."

"Alright, ma'am, I will go and get him for you."

Harm walked back into the emergency room after speaking to the admiral and walked back up to the nurse's station. Although, it had only been a few minutes since he had last asked about Mac, he had to know if they had any new information.

Before he managed to ask his question, the doors swung open and a staff member walked out and called, "Commander Rabb?"

"He quickly walked over and said, "Yes, I am Commander Rabb. How is she?"

"Coronal Mackenzie is doing better. Please, come with me; she is asking to see you."

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied falling into step with the young nurse.

Author's note: I want to thank Radiorox, CBW, Lisa, Dansingwolf, and achaon for their reviews.

I am hoping to have another chapter up on Tuesday, but also need to update my other fan fiction as well.

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