Thanks for reviews and putting your votes in. The next part is the last one and due to popular request you'll be getting the extra fluffy version. I just hope none of you get diabetes because of it...

I know my updating is pretty sporadic and I'm truly sorry for that, but with the number of WIPs I have up, I'm getting confused. Plus, there was all this New Year's and Christmas thing these last two weeks...

Anyway, to make up for it I'm updating today, thus breaking my long-standing vow to myself to never post on Fridays, just before the weekend. I hope this won't stop you from reviewing, though, cause seeing review alerts in my mailbox always make my heart dance.

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"Do you want to get pregnant? Have kids?"

Jen's heart stopped, there was no way she could've misunderstood that. Slowly she turned to him, barely restraining the part of her that wanted to jump up and down and scream 'With you, yes. As many times as I can get. Can we start right now, right here? PLEASE?'

Not really thrilled to be going mad, Jen dearly wanted to be able to avoid these situations, but there was no way she could ever pull off not delivering the Commander the files he needed. Or the files the ADMIRAL thought the Commander needed... So, every time she entered the man's office, she was in danger of going wacko. Thankfully, most of the time nothing happened, but nothing is 100 percent...

Being careful to keep her voice steady she asked, incapable of meeting his eyes and unwilling to believe her ears on the first try. "Can you repeat that, sir?"

To her surprise she had actually heard him right. This time she forced herself to look at him and saw him sitting in his chair, reading a newspaper.

Ignorant of the two confused lasers boring into him, he explained in a thoughtful tone "It says here that if one woman in a close work environment gets pregnant, there's a chance other women there will soon be feeling the urge too. And soon. And well, with several women in the building, namely Harriet, Ensign Blakes, Petty Officer Richards, LTJG Tomlins and Lieutenant Rinch, all announcing they're pregnant in the space of a month..."

He trailed off, not knowing just exactly how much he'd actually revealed by the mere fact that he was reading articles on the topic of pregnancy, impregnation, family and lifelong commitments, and, when the silence lasted too long, he diverted his eyes from the page he was reading up to her, seeing her blank expression.

"Well, do you?" he prodded carefully, unsure of how to tread with her behaving so oddly.

"Do I what?" she repeated dully, only one of her four cylinders firing. The other three... well, the piston rings had broken and blocked the pistons due to Harm's question. As if there was any chance she wouldn't have taken that without certain implications...

Harm sighed and rolled his eyes, folding the newspaper and sitting properly behind his desk, propping his arms on his elbows to concentrate fully on Jen.

His voice fell into that deep caring timbre that never failed to send electricity through her body everytime she heard it, whether it was directed at her or not. It didn't fail to have effect on her this time either. "Are you alright, Jen? You've been out of sorts lately... I've been talking to Mattie and she says that while you've seemed occupied, you never lost concentration. It apparently doesn't seem as bad at home, only at work. What's wrong? And how can I help?"

Hearing the concern in his voice and seeing the caring in his deep aquamarine eyes, Jen melted into a puddle on the floor.

Collecting herself she managed to answer, her voice cracking slightly "It's nothing, sir, just the Admiral's retiring getting to me. I'm worried about his successor."

Harm continued to stare deep into her eyes, obviously not believing her "Okay." but giving her the space she obviously wanted "I'll be here when you're ready to talk. Anytime. Any place."

Jen nodded in a quick jerk and turned to leave the room. Grasping the door-handle she stopped and turned to look at Harm over her shoulder. "As for your question, sir..." she trailed off and when she saw him nod she continued "Yes, and not just one. But only with a certain man."

With that she left his office, leaving him to ponder who that man could be, hoping to god it wasn't Webb. It would be the worst irony possible if Jen as well had fallen for the slimy snake. But as long he didn't know for sure, Harm wouldn't entertain the possibility. The only thing he DID know about that man was that he was a damn lucky bastard.

Later that evening Jen was standing in the bathroom she and Mattie shared, staring at the birth control pills in her hands.

"Do you want to get pregnant?"

Harm's words were still playing over in her head, becoming stronger each time. For some reason she couldn't get rid of them, if anything, they were becoming louder.

"Have kids?"

' Why do I even take these things? ' she thought to herself ' I'm not involved with anyone and if the only man in my life, the one I've been waiting for, for the last three and a half years, the only one I would ever let inside me, would one day make love to me, would I even want them stopping him giving me his child? Besides, they're not even good for me, they're unhealthy, who knows what these artificial hormones are doing to me and what their longterm consequences are... '

Her mind made up, she tossed the packages into the garbage can.

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