Title: Nightmare 4
Author: Mac
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Don't own them, and never will. Song excerpt from "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant (album: Behind the Eyes).
AN: Thanks to Nicole for telling me to go for it and special thanks to my roommate for listening to me mutter and all while writing this series.
Feedback appreciated.
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0800, the next morning
Falls Church, VA
Harm and Mac arrived at JAG simultaneously. They looked at each other hoping for a smile from the other to start their day on after a restless night. Mac took note of Harm's slightly less than stellar appearance and lack of the morning smile that she knew so well. 'Something's wrong,' she thought.
Harm noted that Mac looked fine to the ordinary observer, but he wasn't just an ordinary observer, he was her partner and best friend. He looked into her eyes, the spark that he normally saw was absent. 'Something isn't right,' he mulled, trying to think of anything that would cause the spark's absence.
Not getting what they both were hoping for, they turned to their own thoughts. The elevator ride was almost deathly silent as the partners rode up to JAG OPS. They headed straight for their own offices to drop off their belongings before heading to kitchen for some caffeine. They both needed a good, strong cup before they started on their cases.
The Admiral was already in the kitchen when they arrived, working on his forth cup of coffee since he got there at 0700. Harm and Mac stood at attention briefly before being put "As you were" and each grabbed a cup of coffee. Mac and Harm yawned before taking their first sip.
"I'm not even going to ask," the Admiral said before yawning into his own cup. Harm and Mac glanced at each other, daring the other to comment on the Admiral's own yawn before returning to their own thoughts.
The three of them stood across from each other, lost in thought and not paying attention to the others. Finally, the silent trio broke up and headed for their respective offices to start the day.
On each desk was a small, white envelope. No name was written on it. Harm and the Admiral stared at the envelope then set it aside to read later. Mac, on the other hand, stared at the envelope for five minutes, debating whether to open it now or wait for lunch. Putting on her best Marine look, she decided to open it now. Two minutes later silent tears were streaming down her face. Slowly, she wiped her tears away and whispered "thank you" to the little girl from her dream.
*****
1200 EST
Harm's office, JAG HQ
Curiosity getting the better of him, Harm decided to open the mysterious white envelope. When he finished reading the note, Harm wiped his eyes and quietly said "thank you" to his empty office. He felt a calmness reach inside him. Smiling for the first time that day, Harm left his office to have lunch with his best friend.
*****
1700 EST
Admiral Chedwiggen's office, JAG HQ
The Admiral had been staring at the white envelope he found on his desk that morning for nearly twenty minutes. He knew he should open it, but part of him was afraid. Finally, muttering something about being a SEAL, he opened the envelope. When he left his office ten minutes later, he had tears in his eyes.
That night all three officers got their first good night's sleep in years.
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I smiled. My job here was finished. No one will know what I've done, well, no one but the three people at JAG Headquarters in Falls Church, Virginia. And even they don't know who helped them. I am a wanderer, the one who helps guide lost souls to where they need to go, the one who tries to alleviate the guilt and regret of things that some think they should have been able to prevent, but couldn't.
I bet you're wondering what was in those envelopes. Do you really want to know? I laugh, of course you do; I should know better than to ask.
So much pain and no good reason why
You've cried until the tears run dry
Nothing here can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hand
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
Why, why, why
And all I can say
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Tho' we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers at the end of the road
The End
Author: Mac
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Don't own them, and never will. Song excerpt from "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant (album: Behind the Eyes).
AN: Thanks to Nicole for telling me to go for it and special thanks to my roommate for listening to me mutter and all while writing this series.
Feedback appreciated.
*******
0800, the next morning
Falls Church, VA
Harm and Mac arrived at JAG simultaneously. They looked at each other hoping for a smile from the other to start their day on after a restless night. Mac took note of Harm's slightly less than stellar appearance and lack of the morning smile that she knew so well. 'Something's wrong,' she thought.
Harm noted that Mac looked fine to the ordinary observer, but he wasn't just an ordinary observer, he was her partner and best friend. He looked into her eyes, the spark that he normally saw was absent. 'Something isn't right,' he mulled, trying to think of anything that would cause the spark's absence.
Not getting what they both were hoping for, they turned to their own thoughts. The elevator ride was almost deathly silent as the partners rode up to JAG OPS. They headed straight for their own offices to drop off their belongings before heading to kitchen for some caffeine. They both needed a good, strong cup before they started on their cases.
The Admiral was already in the kitchen when they arrived, working on his forth cup of coffee since he got there at 0700. Harm and Mac stood at attention briefly before being put "As you were" and each grabbed a cup of coffee. Mac and Harm yawned before taking their first sip.
"I'm not even going to ask," the Admiral said before yawning into his own cup. Harm and Mac glanced at each other, daring the other to comment on the Admiral's own yawn before returning to their own thoughts.
The three of them stood across from each other, lost in thought and not paying attention to the others. Finally, the silent trio broke up and headed for their respective offices to start the day.
On each desk was a small, white envelope. No name was written on it. Harm and the Admiral stared at the envelope then set it aside to read later. Mac, on the other hand, stared at the envelope for five minutes, debating whether to open it now or wait for lunch. Putting on her best Marine look, she decided to open it now. Two minutes later silent tears were streaming down her face. Slowly, she wiped her tears away and whispered "thank you" to the little girl from her dream.
*****
1200 EST
Harm's office, JAG HQ
Curiosity getting the better of him, Harm decided to open the mysterious white envelope. When he finished reading the note, Harm wiped his eyes and quietly said "thank you" to his empty office. He felt a calmness reach inside him. Smiling for the first time that day, Harm left his office to have lunch with his best friend.
*****
1700 EST
Admiral Chedwiggen's office, JAG HQ
The Admiral had been staring at the white envelope he found on his desk that morning for nearly twenty minutes. He knew he should open it, but part of him was afraid. Finally, muttering something about being a SEAL, he opened the envelope. When he left his office ten minutes later, he had tears in his eyes.
That night all three officers got their first good night's sleep in years.
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I smiled. My job here was finished. No one will know what I've done, well, no one but the three people at JAG Headquarters in Falls Church, Virginia. And even they don't know who helped them. I am a wanderer, the one who helps guide lost souls to where they need to go, the one who tries to alleviate the guilt and regret of things that some think they should have been able to prevent, but couldn't.
I bet you're wondering what was in those envelopes. Do you really want to know? I laugh, of course you do; I should know better than to ask.
So much pain and no good reason why
You've cried until the tears run dry
Nothing here can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hand
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
Why, why, why
And all I can say
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Tho' we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers at the end of the road
The End