Title: You Have a Sister
author: rooster dawn
pairing: Harm and Mac
Time: Season 10
Summary: Mac's life moves forward after she finds a daughter on a trip to Iraq.
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part six
Friday
17 June 2005
Military Base
Southern Iraq
The day had finally come for Mac to bring home the girls to start their new lives in America. She had visited them several times over the last couple of months. She and the girls had bonded and they were looking forward going to a new home and living with their new mommy and daddy.
She got to the orphanage early so that she could talk to the girls. She wanted to explain to them what was going to happen over the next two days. They would be getting on a big airplane to take them to their new home. It would be a long trip and that they would hopefully sleep a lot.
She showed them on a globe of the world how far they would be going, almost half way around the world. They looked at her bugged eyed as she explained.
She spent an hour teaching them a few words of English since their new daddy didn't speak Farsi or Arabic. 'My name is Sarie, My name is Amrel, I love you mommy, I love you daddy, I'm hungry (rub belly), and I'm thirsty (make a drinking motion to lips).
When they got on the plane they were met by a nice stewardess name Isabella. She helped Mac get the girls settled into their seats. She complimented Mac on how well her little girls behaved. They looked so much like Mac.
Mac assured Isabella that the girls were nervous about being in a new place and traveling on an airplane. That had them behaving like little angels. She was sure that after the newness of what they were doing wore off they would be probably be more like themselves and maybe be a little cranky.
Isabella informed Mac that they had toys and coloring books on board for children if she needed something for the girls to do. Mac thanked her, but told her that she had everything she needed for them including several books to read them.
Mac had done some marine recon before she left. She had talked to Harriet a few times over the last couple of months about traveling with small children. Harriet had given her the heads up about how to make the trip easier including drink packs with straws,
fruits, and chips for them to drink and munch on. Small children could get very fussy when they were traveling. Trying new foods wasn't one of the things they like to do.
The first part of the flight to Germany was uneventful as Mac held Amrel in her arms while she read to her in Farsi. Isabella listen intently to Mac's beautiful voice as she told the story to the girls, in a language she didn't recognize or understand.
"What language is that Sarah? It sounds so beautiful." asked Isabella.
"It's Farsi. It's the only language they know. We're traveling to America, Washington DC to be more precise. It's where my husband and I both live and work. We're lawyers. He's in the Navy and I'm in the Marines."
"How did you happen to learn Farsi? It's not a common language for Americans to speak." asked Isabella.
"My grandmother was from Iran. She moved to England and then to America. She taught me how to speak it." replied Mac.
"Do you speak any other languages?" asked Isabella.
"I speak many other languages, I lost count of how many. I learned Spanish and French in high school. I learned Russian, German, and Italian in College. I picked up Japanese when I was stationed there for eighteen months.
I picked up a couple Slavic languages when I was in Bosnia. Over the last few years I've picked up Arabic and Hebrew because of the war on terrorism." replied Mac.
"Wow! That's amazing. I speak a few languages since I travel throughout Europe as a stewardess, but I can't comprehend speaking as many languages as you do." replied Isabella.
"Most Americans that I know are lucky if they speak one other language other than English. My husband is such a person. He speaks a little Spanish only because he grew up in San Diego." smiled Mac.
"How is he going to be able to communicate with the girls?" asked Isabella.
"He has a way of communicating with women of all ages. He will smile and they will fall in love. He'll say something and they will look befuddle, but somehow he will get his point across to them. He's very good with kids." smiled Mac.
"Show the nice lady a picture of your new daddy." said Mac in Farsi.
Sarie showed the picture of Harm and Mac together. Isabella whistled at what she saw. Harm was very tall and good looking. They made a very nice looking couple. Sarie pointed first to Harm and then to Mac.
"Daddy, mommy." said Sarie in English causing Amrel to want to look. She too said "Mommy, daddy" in English.
Isabella smiled. What a nice way to start a new family.
"You make a good looking couple Sarah. How long have you been married?" asked Isabella.
"Only for a few weeks, but we've been working together for almost nine years. We've traveled all over the world together. From Korea and Japan to Australia, throughout the middle east, Russia and half of Europe, and a few countries in South America too." smiled Mac.
"If you need any help with the girls Sarah let me know. I'll make sure that you're taken care of." offered Isabella.
"Thank you." replied Sarah.
They traveled to London from Iraq with an hour stopover in Germany. Isabella help Mac with the girls as they made the transfer to another plane stopping in a fast food restaurant to get a hamburger and fries with a chocolate milkshake.
The girls liked the fries and milkshake, but weren't too impressed with the hamburger. Must be an acquired taste laughed Mac. Harm would love to hear that his two little girls didn't like dead cow.
They arrived in London about 1800 hours Greenwich, but for the girls it was 2100 hours their time, well past their bedtime. Mac took them to a hotel for the night since their flight to New York wasn't leaving until 0900 hours Greenwich the next morning.
She called Harm to let him know what flight that they would be arriving on and their ETA at Dulles International. She told him that the girls had behaved very well considering they were on a plane all day and that they were tired.
"Hi Harm, it's me Sarah. I'm in London. We should be in Washington around noontime tomorrow." greeted Mac.
"You must be tired. You had a long trip to Iraq before heading back. You didn't stay there very long. How are the girls?" asked Harm.
"They've been good surprisingly. They haven't been cranky yet, maybe tomorrow. I've taught them a few words of English so that they can talk to you a little. How is the house? Did everybody behave while moving everything in?" asked Mac.
"Everything looks good though we might have to move a thing or two. We got the job done early enough to order pizza and watched the ball game. They lost again." replied Harm.
"They better not have left a mess. The last thing I'm going to want to do when I get home is walk into a dirty house and have to clean it." whined a tired Mac.
"Everything is spit shine Mac. They all wanted to come over tomorrow and meet the girls, but I told them it would probably be too much after all the traveling you have done.
I think the girls will need some time to adjust to being here before meeting too many new people all at once, especially since they don't speak or understand any English." replied Harm.
"Love you Harm." cooed Mac.
"I love you too Sarah."