Title: After the 'Hard Landing'
Author: Tempus Meum
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Disclaimer: The characters and premise used in this story are unfortunately not owned by me. If JAG was mine…the possibilities.
Spoilers: Up until the end of A Tangled Webb 1?
Summary: After Harm crashes the borrowed biplane he must do everything that he can to get Mac out of the jungle and safely home.
Part Four
0200 hours local
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Harm & Mac's Hotel Room.
Harm was awoken by a deafening scream, at first he didn't know where it had come from or where he was. But everything came back to him, Mac was no longer laying beside him. Reaching over he switched on the light and found her sitting up with her knees tucked under her chin and she was rocking back and forth shivering.
"Mac...Mac? What's wrong?" He quickly moved up beside her.
"Screaming…all I can hear…is screaming…I can't get it out of my head…" Mac spoke quickly as she covered her ears with her hands.
"Hey…hey shhh, its alright, it's over Mac, no ones going to hurt you, they'll have to get through me first…it's okay shh." Harm wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.
"It just won't stop Harm…I can't sleep."
"I'm not going to lie to you Mac and tell you I know how you feel and I'm not going to tell you that I can make it go away. But I will do my best to be here for you, I'm not going to let anything happen to you I promise you that."
Mac pulled away and looked up at his face before she responded. "You're too good to me Harm…Thank you for everything."
"You don't need to thank me Mac; you've done more for me than anyone else I know. Come on, come back here and lay down." Harm pulled away from her and shuffled back until he was leaning against the head of the bed. Mac followed him and laid her head on his chest.
He looked down at her as she stared into the darkness. He thought back to the times in his life that he couldn't sleep, and what he used to do. He'd pull out his guitar and the music would fill his mind, pushing out his troubles. In the absence of a guitar the only other thing he could think of to do was sing. With a soothing hand on his back he began to hum one of his favorite songs and soon the words followed.
Somewhere there's a river, lookin' for a stream
Somewhere there's a dreamer, lookin' for a dream
Somewhere there's a drifter, trying to find his way
Somewhere someone's waitin' to hear somebody say
I believe in you, I can't even count the ways
That I believe in you, and all I want to do
Is help you believe in you
Somewhere someone's reachin', trying to grab that ring
Somewhere there's a silent voice, learning how to sing
Some of us can't move ahead, we're paralyzed with fear
Everybody's listening, 'Cause we all need to hear.
I believe in you, I can't even count the ways
That I believe in you, and all I want to do
Is help you believe in you
I will hold you up, I will help you stand
I will comfort you, when you need a friend
I will be the voice that's calling
I believe in you, I can't even count the ways
I believe in you, all I want to show you
I believe in you, and there are just so many ways
That I believe in you, baby what else can I do
But I believe in you, I believe in you
All I want to know is you believe, believe in you.
Harm looked down again to find Mac sleeping peacefully in his arms. "I'm not going to let anything else happen to you Sarah." He whispered.
He watched her sleep for about half an hour before drifting off to sleep himself.
0800 hours local
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Harm & Mac's Hotel Room
A movement against his chest woke Harm from a deep and peaceful sleep. Opening his eyes he looked down at her. "Hey…how long have you been awake?"
"Awhile I'm sorry if I woke you…my arm was getting sore and I had to move it."
"That's okay…how is it?...Do you need more pain killers?"
"No…I'll…I'll be okay."
"You're in pain, you don't have to act tough around me Mac, you forget how well I know you." Harm reached over to the bedside table next to him, grabbed the pills and the bottle of water and passed them to Mac.
Mac pulled herself into a sitting position carefully using her good arm. "Thanks!"
"Now you stay there, I'll see about getting us some breakfast and some plane tickets out of here."
"But we can't leave yet, we haven't found Sadik and…"
"Hey…stop…you're injured Mac you can't go running around the country side after a terrorist."
"It's only a broken arm, it will be okay. I want to see Clay and make sure he's okay. He saved my life by…by..."
"Yeah…I know."
They were eating breakfast on the bed when there was a knock on the door, and then it opened. They both sprang from the bed and grabbed their guns that were strategically placed nearby. However, taking a step around the corner they were faced with Victor Galindez and a very sorry looking Clayton Webb.
"Clay!" Mac immediately went to his side and helped him in to a chair. "How are you? Have you been seen by a doctor? Why aren't you in a hospital?"
"Mac?" It was Harm who placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Sorry."
Webb seemed to stare at them for a few seconds before he spoke, "Sarah…I'm alright, the doctor patched me up…I…"
"He wouldn't stay at the hospital." Victor collapsed in a chair opposite them.
"Why not?" Mac asked,
"Yeah…you look like…hell…Webb."
"Thanks Rabb, I guess that means I look better than I feel."
"To answer your question Sarah, we contacted the U.S. a plane should be here this afternoon to pick us up." He was still distracted by the fact that Harm's hands still rested on Mac's shoulders.
"But Sadik…?"
"There's not much we can do…he could be anywhere."
"I guess…I just…"
"Mac…Webb's right…we need to go home and get you both some medical attention…Webb especially. "He turned to Clay in time to see the man sway and fall forward. "Okay Webb you are going to lie down and not get up until we have to head home."
"With the help of Victor, Harm got Clay lying down on the couch they removed his shoes and Mac placed a blanket over him. After explaining to the Gunny about how Mac broke her arm they left him with a pile of blankets and a couple of pillows and returned to the bedroom to let him get some sleep.
Mac collapsed back on the bed and closed her eyes. Sitting down beside her he covered her hand that was laying on her stomach with his own.
"You okay?"
"Umm…yeah I think, just seeing him like that, brought a few things back…that's all."