DISCLAIMER: JAG and all associated characters are the property of
Bellasario productions, CBS, and Paramount. No copyright infringement
is intended. Believe me, I'm not making any money off of it either!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For whatever reason, this scene just got stuck in my
mind tonight. I had to get it out- so I thought what the heck, I'll
add to the plethora of Adrift fic already out there. It's a little
different- if you're looking for resolution you won't find it here!
Anyway, just a short post Adrift 1 drabble. Hope this doesn't go through wi=
th all that junk that shows uo sometimes. What am I saying? I just hope it s=
hows up!
ARCHIVE: Yes, as long as my name stays with it.
FEEDBACK: If you feel so moved. I rarely post anyway, so if you don't
like it don't worry, I'm sure you won't be subjected to anything more
from me anytime soon (not unless RL settles down drastically!). This
is only my second? posted fic so if you have any suggestions on
improvement please feel free to send them, my ego can take it. This
wasn't betaed, which I know is unthinkable, but since I don't have a
beta reader, it kind of makes the point a moot one, don't you think?
If anyone wants to volunteer to function in that capacity for any
future endeavor let me know, and I promise that it won't happen
again. Now, on with the story---
Souls Adrift
"Please God..." she couldn't even finish the whispered plea, not
sure what to pray-- what to think. She felt numb. Hand still resting
on the window, tracing the motion of the rain as it continued to
fall, her body finally sucombed to exhaustion. She slumped forward
until her face was pressed flush against the cold glass. In a distant
part of her mind, her body registered the sensation of coldness;
dampness, the tangible vibration and resulting noise as the
unforgiving water pelted the glass.
"Is this what he's feeling right now? Cold, wet, f
rightened...alone." The thought rose unconsciously in her mind.
The idea of his pain and fear sent new waves of pain through her
heart. Unnoticed by her, the rain trickling down the glass was now
mirrored by the tears coursing down her face. From within the depths
of her soul the words she could not formulate a moment before welled
up.
"...just let him be OK, God. Please... just let him be OK."
Battling the despair that threatened to rob her of her sanity, she
pushed away from the window. The slight rustle of clothing behind
her alerted to someone's presence.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine Mic, I just need some time alone." She couldn't face him,
not now. She was afraid of what he might see in her eyes.
Blame...blame for her, for letting her life spin out of control,
for allowing the last conversation she and Harm had to be in anger,
for letting things ever get this far, for not knowing what she wanted
until it was too late-and blame for him. For pushing so hard, for
indirectly being the cause of all of her pain, for ever coming back,
for picking a date, for...being a great guy, for confusing her for
so long and for causing her to lose sight of what was one of the most
important things in her life. For being here when he wasn't.
"Look, if they found Skates they'll find Harm. Come back out Sarah,
you should be with those who love and support you. Sarah..." Mic
reached out, gently tugging her shoulder.
Slowly, Mac turned to face him. Tears still streaming down her face,
she hesitantly met Mic's eyes. Sadly, she watched as his hand
abruptly fell from her shoulder. He knew.
He knew, and still his hand came back up in answer to the despair he
saw in her eyes. Mac choked back more tears. Even as he offered her
support they both knew the truth. There was no one here that she
could turn to. The only person that could offer her the love and
support she needed was stranded somewhere in the Atlantic. He was
lost and fighting for survival... and sadly, so was Sarah
Mackenzie.
Harm shook water from his face yet again as he watched his raft
carried in the opposite direction. Spitting seawater from his mouth
he gasped for air as yet another swell attempted to drive him under.
The strobe flashed in his eyes continuously, casting a surreal
quality to his surroundings. Fighting to stay adrift in the brutal
waves Harm sought desperately to stay alert. He could feel himself
beginning to drift towards unconsciousness. Fleetingly, he wondered
if Skates had made it into her raft. Once again he felt himself
tossed over, pulled face down into the oncoming wave. As the world
receded into blackness around him, he spared one last thought for
those he was leaving behind. Laughing brown eyes raced across the
back of his eyelids, only to be replaced by those same brown eyes now
filled with tears. A stab of remorse shot through his numb body as he
realized that once again he would be the cause of her pain. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry..." the words were swallowed in the howling wind
and rain as yet another swell poured over Harm's body.
Darkness settled over both the raging ocean and Harmon Rabb Jr-broken
only by the rhythmic pulsing of a strong white light originating from
the region around his heart.
End.
Bellasario productions, CBS, and Paramount. No copyright infringement
is intended. Believe me, I'm not making any money off of it either!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For whatever reason, this scene just got stuck in my
mind tonight. I had to get it out- so I thought what the heck, I'll
add to the plethora of Adrift fic already out there. It's a little
different- if you're looking for resolution you won't find it here!
Anyway, just a short post Adrift 1 drabble. Hope this doesn't go through wi=
th all that junk that shows uo sometimes. What am I saying? I just hope it s=
hows up!
ARCHIVE: Yes, as long as my name stays with it.
FEEDBACK: If you feel so moved. I rarely post anyway, so if you don't
like it don't worry, I'm sure you won't be subjected to anything more
from me anytime soon (not unless RL settles down drastically!). This
is only my second? posted fic so if you have any suggestions on
improvement please feel free to send them, my ego can take it. This
wasn't betaed, which I know is unthinkable, but since I don't have a
beta reader, it kind of makes the point a moot one, don't you think?
If anyone wants to volunteer to function in that capacity for any
future endeavor let me know, and I promise that it won't happen
again. Now, on with the story---
Souls Adrift
"Please God..." she couldn't even finish the whispered plea, not
sure what to pray-- what to think. She felt numb. Hand still resting
on the window, tracing the motion of the rain as it continued to
fall, her body finally sucombed to exhaustion. She slumped forward
until her face was pressed flush against the cold glass. In a distant
part of her mind, her body registered the sensation of coldness;
dampness, the tangible vibration and resulting noise as the
unforgiving water pelted the glass.
"Is this what he's feeling right now? Cold, wet, f
rightened...alone." The thought rose unconsciously in her mind.
The idea of his pain and fear sent new waves of pain through her
heart. Unnoticed by her, the rain trickling down the glass was now
mirrored by the tears coursing down her face. From within the depths
of her soul the words she could not formulate a moment before welled
up.
"...just let him be OK, God. Please... just let him be OK."
Battling the despair that threatened to rob her of her sanity, she
pushed away from the window. The slight rustle of clothing behind
her alerted to someone's presence.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine Mic, I just need some time alone." She couldn't face him,
not now. She was afraid of what he might see in her eyes.
Blame...blame for her, for letting her life spin out of control,
for allowing the last conversation she and Harm had to be in anger,
for letting things ever get this far, for not knowing what she wanted
until it was too late-and blame for him. For pushing so hard, for
indirectly being the cause of all of her pain, for ever coming back,
for picking a date, for...being a great guy, for confusing her for
so long and for causing her to lose sight of what was one of the most
important things in her life. For being here when he wasn't.
"Look, if they found Skates they'll find Harm. Come back out Sarah,
you should be with those who love and support you. Sarah..." Mic
reached out, gently tugging her shoulder.
Slowly, Mac turned to face him. Tears still streaming down her face,
she hesitantly met Mic's eyes. Sadly, she watched as his hand
abruptly fell from her shoulder. He knew.
He knew, and still his hand came back up in answer to the despair he
saw in her eyes. Mac choked back more tears. Even as he offered her
support they both knew the truth. There was no one here that she
could turn to. The only person that could offer her the love and
support she needed was stranded somewhere in the Atlantic. He was
lost and fighting for survival... and sadly, so was Sarah
Mackenzie.
Harm shook water from his face yet again as he watched his raft
carried in the opposite direction. Spitting seawater from his mouth
he gasped for air as yet another swell attempted to drive him under.
The strobe flashed in his eyes continuously, casting a surreal
quality to his surroundings. Fighting to stay adrift in the brutal
waves Harm sought desperately to stay alert. He could feel himself
beginning to drift towards unconsciousness. Fleetingly, he wondered
if Skates had made it into her raft. Once again he felt himself
tossed over, pulled face down into the oncoming wave. As the world
receded into blackness around him, he spared one last thought for
those he was leaving behind. Laughing brown eyes raced across the
back of his eyelids, only to be replaced by those same brown eyes now
filled with tears. A stab of remorse shot through his numb body as he
realized that once again he would be the cause of her pain. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry..." the words were swallowed in the howling wind
and rain as yet another swell poured over Harm's body.
Darkness settled over both the raging ocean and Harmon Rabb Jr-broken
only by the rhythmic pulsing of a strong white light originating from
the region around his heart.
End.