A/N: The muse is back, and gonna save my reputation. Hey la day la, the muse is back! Sorry, it's only a short update. Let's see what Harm and Mac are up to.

Mac looks at him wide-eyed. "And what makes you think I'm wearing a thong, and not going Commando?"

Harm stutters, "You go Commando?"

Mac chuckles at his discomfiture, "Well, I have been known to be a little free every now and again."

Now it's Harm's turn to drop his jaw, wondering just how free she gets. Although for a brief moment, her once asking him "Is that a request" flickers through his mind. He questions, "Like on Manly Beach?"

Mac gives him a sultry look, "You're still wondering if I was topless or not that day, aren't you?"

Harm looks down, slightly embarrassed, and also a little remorseful regarding that whole ferry ride debacle. He really wishes he had explained things better to her that night. Given her some inclination to his intentions. He wishes he had managed to say anything that didn't send her straight into Brumby's arms. He quietly asks, "Weren't you?"

Mac lifts his chin so that he will look her in the eye and see the truth behind her words. "No, Harm, I was not topless that day. I made Mic tie the straps around my back."

Harm sighs audibly, completed relieved at her confession, "But I thought you just said you were known to loosen up on occasion."

Mac laughs outright, "Well, I'm not a prude like you! However, Mic ogled me enough already, without me encouraging him. Also, we didn't have that kind of a relationship, at least not at that juncture in time. The last thing I needed to do was give him more of a frame of reference for his fantasies about my body. He got enough of a glimpse merely seeing me in a bikini."

Harm laughs, "You would be surprised how little a frame of reference is actually needed. Sometimes, the more you leave to the imagination, the hotter the fantasies can become."

Mac isn't quite sure what to make of Harm's admission. "You've fantasized?"

Giving her a full flyboy grin, Harm responds, "Oh course, Mac! I am a red-blooded, heterosexual male."

She swats him in the arm, "I mean about me?"

Harm looks away, not quite sure how to answer her, but the blush running up his neck and all over his face gives her the only answer she needs.

Mac decides to keep the momentum going, "So, were these visions you mentioned earlier that you won't tell me about yet, hallucinations or fantasies?"

Harm answers, "Maybe a little of both. You weren't naked in any of them if that's what you are asking. Just sometimes you weren't wearing much clothing." Trying not to delve too deep into this line of questioning, he asks, "So, will you tell me more about your little slightly provocative moments?"

Mac is now extremely curious to know what she was or wasn't wearing in these "visions". She banters, "I will, when you tell me about your hallucinations."

Harm smiles, "Deal, but as previously stated, after we get out of this antiseptic smelling room! I don't think this sterile environment was designed for these types of conversations."

CDR Carlyle knocks before walking into the room, catching her patient and the Marine Colonel carrying on, laughing, just as she left them the first time. She walks over to the bed carrying a set of purple scrubs. She chuckles, "I see that you two are still having a good time. Captain Livingston must have given you good news."

Harm sighs, "Well, it wasn't bad news, per se, but he isn't letting me out of here just yet either."

CDR Carlyle says, "You already knew that was going to be the outcome! I know you aren't happy about it, but it really is just a precaution. We take head injuries seriously. Look on the bright side, at least you will get to see the Colonel in a set of jammies."

Harm smiles, thinking about some of the nighttime attire he has witnessed Mac in. Hell, he even drove 75 miles to see her one night, just to catch her in her pajamas. Even though some of them leave very little to the imagination, he secretly really likes the cowboy ones, and those cover her completely. He scoffs, "Those are not jammies, those are scrubs. She has much better evening wear in her arsenal."

CDR Carlyle queries, "I thought you two are just partners?"

Harm and Mac reply in unison, "We are!"

CDR Carlyle asks, "Then how does he know what you sleep in?"

Mac chuckles, "Oh, so many reasons. The abbreviated version would include: stalkers, poachers, late night cases, having to share a hotel room, etc. And that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of our adventures."

The Commander laughs with them. "So, do you know what he sleeps in too?"

Mac just gives her a wink, "I do!"

Realizing that this topic of discussion is over, and that the Colonel isn't going to elaborate, she informs them, "Colonel, if you want to go change, I can give the Commander his medication while you are doing that, or I can wait until you get back. I'm not sure how lucid he will be once the muscle relaxant takes effect."

Mac thinks for a moment before replying, "I'm going to just quickly change here in his bathroom, and then you can give him the meds. After he falls asleep, I need to give the Admiral a call with a status update."

Harm gives her a cheeky grin, "You can change in here you know. I could even help."

Mac laughs on her way to the bathroom, "I suppose that is true, but then you wouldn't have anything to fantasize about!"