Title: " Letting Go "(1/?)
Author: Catherin Rabb (catherinrabb@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG or any characters,
just borrowing them for
a moment.
Classification: S (Harm/Mac)
Rating: G
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Summary: Harm rethinks his feeling for Mac.
Can be seen as sequel to 'Question: Friends
Or More', but it can stand alone.
Hi everyone! Thanks for the great feedback. I hope
you'll like this story as well, but as before critiques
of every kind are welcomed, good or bad. Have fun reading.
Here it goes folks.
Letting Go
by Catherin Rabb
Part 1
Jag Headquarters
1730 Hours
Colonel Sarah MacKenzie sat at her desk going over
the latest facts on her current sentence. She had to
defend a young Ensign who was opposed of having
harassed a Lt. j.g .
She had found proofs for the innocence of her client.
In fact it was his best friend, so she was busy with
working out a request to to drop all charges against
her client.
So as she was finished, she stopped, having the oddest
sense of being watched. Looking up she saw her partner
Harmon Rabb jr. leaning against the doorframe, watching
her with his famous flyboy gin gracing his mouth.
"Hey Sailor, what are ya looking at ?" ,she asked, closing
her files. Harm stepped in front of her desk. "Just a very
hungry looking Marine, right ?!"
Sarah hid a smile and started packing her stuff .
"And ," she looked up at him expectantly ," what are you
going to do about it ?"
Harm mentioned for her to follow and both made their way
towards the elevator. "Well, Mac, what about dinner at my
place? Say 1900 ?"
Mac pretended to be seriously thinking about his offer.
"Having a Deja Vu. Meatless meatloaf ?!", she teased him.
"Mac ?! I wanted to make chicken, but now..." , he joined
into her teasing.
"Okay, Squid, 1900 is fine with me. See ya then ."
Harm went to the grocery store on his way home. He wanted
to prepare something special for dinner. The last time they
had dinner was more than two weeks ago - Mac was so exhausted,
she fell asleep, it had been long before he was able to
get some sleep, but it had been worse it.
Work had prevented another dinner. But instead other things
had happened.
Mic Brumby had gone back to Australia, shortly after Mac had
giving back the ring to him. After it was missing from her
left hand, Harm was frantically trying to get a look at her
right, but none there, either. Mac didn't talk about it and
he would not be the one to pressure her into telling him what
happened. But he would be there if Sarah needed someone to
talk to.
The weekend afterwards he spend with his Grandma.
She had sensed his inner turmoil. It helped talking to her,
partly because she had kicked his six, telling him to go
ahead and tell that Sarah of his how he felt. The week afterwards
he felt like one heavy burden had been taking off his shoulders.
Every time he saw Mac at the office he couldn't help but smile and
watch her. Admire her strenght, but also knowing that deep down she
had a soft core once she let down her guards. Her smiles made his
heart beat faster, his legs went to jelly. He not only admired her
beauty, but also the aura of strenght, stubornness and courage
which surounded her.
So, tonight he would take all his courage together and talk
to her.
[End] Part 1 of ?
Author: Catherin Rabb (catherinrabb@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG or any characters,
just borrowing them for
a moment.
Classification: S (Harm/Mac)
Rating: G
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Summary: Harm rethinks his feeling for Mac.
Can be seen as sequel to 'Question: Friends
Or More', but it can stand alone.
Hi everyone! Thanks for the great feedback. I hope
you'll like this story as well, but as before critiques
of every kind are welcomed, good or bad. Have fun reading.
Here it goes folks.
Letting Go
by Catherin Rabb
Part 1
Jag Headquarters
1730 Hours
Colonel Sarah MacKenzie sat at her desk going over
the latest facts on her current sentence. She had to
defend a young Ensign who was opposed of having
harassed a Lt. j.g .
She had found proofs for the innocence of her client.
In fact it was his best friend, so she was busy with
working out a request to to drop all charges against
her client.
So as she was finished, she stopped, having the oddest
sense of being watched. Looking up she saw her partner
Harmon Rabb jr. leaning against the doorframe, watching
her with his famous flyboy gin gracing his mouth.
"Hey Sailor, what are ya looking at ?" ,she asked, closing
her files. Harm stepped in front of her desk. "Just a very
hungry looking Marine, right ?!"
Sarah hid a smile and started packing her stuff .
"And ," she looked up at him expectantly ," what are you
going to do about it ?"
Harm mentioned for her to follow and both made their way
towards the elevator. "Well, Mac, what about dinner at my
place? Say 1900 ?"
Mac pretended to be seriously thinking about his offer.
"Having a Deja Vu. Meatless meatloaf ?!", she teased him.
"Mac ?! I wanted to make chicken, but now..." , he joined
into her teasing.
"Okay, Squid, 1900 is fine with me. See ya then ."
Harm went to the grocery store on his way home. He wanted
to prepare something special for dinner. The last time they
had dinner was more than two weeks ago - Mac was so exhausted,
she fell asleep, it had been long before he was able to
get some sleep, but it had been worse it.
Work had prevented another dinner. But instead other things
had happened.
Mic Brumby had gone back to Australia, shortly after Mac had
giving back the ring to him. After it was missing from her
left hand, Harm was frantically trying to get a look at her
right, but none there, either. Mac didn't talk about it and
he would not be the one to pressure her into telling him what
happened. But he would be there if Sarah needed someone to
talk to.
The weekend afterwards he spend with his Grandma.
She had sensed his inner turmoil. It helped talking to her,
partly because she had kicked his six, telling him to go
ahead and tell that Sarah of his how he felt. The week afterwards
he felt like one heavy burden had been taking off his shoulders.
Every time he saw Mac at the office he couldn't help but smile and
watch her. Admire her strenght, but also knowing that deep down she
had a soft core once she let down her guards. Her smiles made his
heart beat faster, his legs went to jelly. He not only admired her
beauty, but also the aura of strenght, stubornness and courage
which surounded her.
So, tonight he would take all his courage together and talk
to her.
[End] Part 1 of ?
