From: kevin amanda loisad@bbtel.com
Subject:
Date: Wednesday, June 27, 2001 5:46 PM
Title: Just A Little Brotherly Love
Author: Amanda M. Daugherty
E-mail: country_girl_2003@yahoo.com
Classification: Crossover (JAG/Pensacola: Wings of Gold)
Disclaimers: Don't own JAG or Pensacola: Wings of Gold
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Miramar
1981
"Mom I gotta go or I'll miss my flight." Harm hugged his mom one last time.
"You'll call when you get there right?" Trish asked.
"Yes mom. Don't worry."
"Don't you tell me not to worry. My little boy is leaving home." Trish hugged him again while nine year old Tucker stood off to the side with his stepfather, Frank. "Have I told you how much you look like your father? You're so much like him. Your looks, stubbornness, and even his love of flying, and now you're going to the Academy just like him." Trish started to sob bringing Frank to her side.
"Come here, Tucker." Harm hollered at his younger brother.
The shy, dark headed boy walked up to Harm.
"Please don't hug me." tuck complained looked around the crowded base.
"I won't. It's not like you know anybody here anyway. Getting back to what I was going to say, you've got my new number so call me any time you want to talk about anything." The two starred at each other. "I'm going to miss you Tuck. " Harm said before grabbing his brother in a fierce hug.
They quickly released each other. Harm grabbed his duffel bag, shook hands with Frank, then was out of their lives.
Two Years Later
Harm & Keeter's Room
Naval Academy
Annapolis, MD
1983
"Hello?" Keeter's long, drawled out, voice answered the phone of his and his roommate, Harmon Rabb Jr.'s, room.
"Is Harm there?" Came the upset voice of Harm's little brother.
"Tucker! Is that you?" Keeter was in party mode all the time.
"Yeah. Is Harm there I really need to talk to him?"
"Actually he's next door, but I'll go get him. It'll only take a minute."
Keeter placed the phone on the table and ran next door to retrieve his roommate.
"Yo, Harm, man the squirts on the phone." Keeter laughed using Harm's favorite nickname for the 11 year old.
A second later Harm was back in his room starting up the conversation with his brother. It was the first time Tuck had called him on his own. Usually Tuck only talked to Harm when his mom called.
"Tuck what's the matter?" Harm asked feared that something was wrong with his mom or possible Frank that had his mom too upset to talk.
"Do you remember when you left you told me I could call and talk to you when ever I needed?" Tuck asked looking around his room an out his open door listening for any sign of his mom.
"Yeah, what's wrong? The school bully take your lunch money again?" Harm teased.
"It's my dad."
"What'd TH do now?" Harm had a great dislike for Tuck's father. The man was pond scum in Harm's eyes. The man not only vowed his love to Harm's mom, but then cheated on her only a year after she gave birth to their son. Harm tried to keep the rude comments to himself knowing how much Tuck still liked his father.
"He wants to go camping, but I've got plans this weekend to go out with some friends. Tommy's birthday is Saturday. I've already planned to go to Six Flags with him and spend the night. It's going to be us and a bunch of other guys."
"Jeez, Tuck. I thought this was something serious." Harm laughed.
"It it. What should I do?"
"I don't know, Tuck. I would give anything to be able to spend some time with my dad." Harm flopped on his bed, leaned against the headboard and continued talking with his brother. "But I'm not in your situation."
"Yeah, but there'll be other times I an go camping with dad."
"And there'll be other trips with friends. Besides Tuck that's what I thought."
"Yeah, but you're dad died in a plane crash."
"Tuck more people die in car crashes than plane crashes." Harm pointed out.
"So you think I should go with dad?"
"yeah as much as I don't like him I think you should go. I'm sure mom and Frank would take you and your friends out anytime."
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me Tuck. If something were to happen to your dad you'd be glad you spent this time with him. So go and when you get back call me and tell me how it went."
PRESENT
A tall, older man dressed in scrubs walked into the waiting room and surveyed it. It was empty except for two women in the corner holding each other's hand trying to give all their strength to the other one.
"Excuse me I'm told you're here waiting for information on Harmon Rabb."
"Yes I'm his mother and this is his best friend." Trish introduced pulling Mac up with her. "How is he?"
"You'll be happy to know his condition wasn't near as bad as we thought." Both women sent up a prayer of thanks. "When your son was first brought in we thought he had sever internal bleeding as well as damage to his internal organs. That's why we did the exploratory surgery. Your son had a small amount of internal bleeding which we patched up right away. We did have to call in a few specialist. One was to help with his liver. His liver was nearly cut in two. Dr. Miller was able to sew it up. We're still not sure about if it'll be able to hold up. He'll have to have several check ups for that. The other specialist was for his kidney. Right now they'll function properly with some assistance and they should for most of his life."
"So he doesn't need a transplant." Mac confirmed.
"If Mr. Rabb can lead a normal life he shouldn't, but from what I gather with his medical history he's very accident prone."
"You can say that doctor." Mac tried to hide her laughter.
"If Mr. Rabb can avoid any serious blows to the damaged kidney he should be fine. I'm going to add him to the donor's list as not urgent."
"Is that necessary?" Trish asked frightened as her hand went up to clutch her chest.
"From what I gather with Mr. Rabb's medical history I would say yes. I've seen he's be shot a few times, been in lots of fights, and take unnecessary risks. I have a feeling that this won't slow Mr. Rabb down that much. So yes it's in his best interest.
"Will he be alright?" Mac asked, not only for her and Trish, but she needed to call the Admiral.
"With some rehab he'll be fine."
"When can we see him?"
"As a parent myself I can understand your desire to see your son. He should be moved into recovery soon and then into a private room in the ICU. Since there are only two of you I'm going to allow you two go into recovery as long as you get suited up. I don't want Mr. Rabb catching an infection after all this. I will tell you that after what Mr. Rabb has been though we're going to be him heavily sedated to give his body a chance to rest and heal. So when he doesn't wake up for the next few days don't get two worried. That's only us helping his body. I've got to get into another surgery, but I'll have a nurse come and get you when Mr. Rabb is moved into recovery."
"Thank you, Doctor." Mac thanked the man that saved the life of her best friend.
"Yes thank you." Both Trish and Mac shook the man's hand.
"I'm only doing my job."
The doctor smiled at the two women who deeply loved the man he had just operated on and disappeared down the hallway.
END PART 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Subject:
Date: Wednesday, June 27, 2001 5:46 PM
Title: Just A Little Brotherly Love
Author: Amanda M. Daugherty
E-mail: country_girl_2003@yahoo.com
Classification: Crossover (JAG/Pensacola: Wings of Gold)
Disclaimers: Don't own JAG or Pensacola: Wings of Gold
********************************************
Miramar
1981
"Mom I gotta go or I'll miss my flight." Harm hugged his mom one last time.
"You'll call when you get there right?" Trish asked.
"Yes mom. Don't worry."
"Don't you tell me not to worry. My little boy is leaving home." Trish hugged him again while nine year old Tucker stood off to the side with his stepfather, Frank. "Have I told you how much you look like your father? You're so much like him. Your looks, stubbornness, and even his love of flying, and now you're going to the Academy just like him." Trish started to sob bringing Frank to her side.
"Come here, Tucker." Harm hollered at his younger brother.
The shy, dark headed boy walked up to Harm.
"Please don't hug me." tuck complained looked around the crowded base.
"I won't. It's not like you know anybody here anyway. Getting back to what I was going to say, you've got my new number so call me any time you want to talk about anything." The two starred at each other. "I'm going to miss you Tuck. " Harm said before grabbing his brother in a fierce hug.
They quickly released each other. Harm grabbed his duffel bag, shook hands with Frank, then was out of their lives.
Two Years Later
Harm & Keeter's Room
Naval Academy
Annapolis, MD
1983
"Hello?" Keeter's long, drawled out, voice answered the phone of his and his roommate, Harmon Rabb Jr.'s, room.
"Is Harm there?" Came the upset voice of Harm's little brother.
"Tucker! Is that you?" Keeter was in party mode all the time.
"Yeah. Is Harm there I really need to talk to him?"
"Actually he's next door, but I'll go get him. It'll only take a minute."
Keeter placed the phone on the table and ran next door to retrieve his roommate.
"Yo, Harm, man the squirts on the phone." Keeter laughed using Harm's favorite nickname for the 11 year old.
A second later Harm was back in his room starting up the conversation with his brother. It was the first time Tuck had called him on his own. Usually Tuck only talked to Harm when his mom called.
"Tuck what's the matter?" Harm asked feared that something was wrong with his mom or possible Frank that had his mom too upset to talk.
"Do you remember when you left you told me I could call and talk to you when ever I needed?" Tuck asked looking around his room an out his open door listening for any sign of his mom.
"Yeah, what's wrong? The school bully take your lunch money again?" Harm teased.
"It's my dad."
"What'd TH do now?" Harm had a great dislike for Tuck's father. The man was pond scum in Harm's eyes. The man not only vowed his love to Harm's mom, but then cheated on her only a year after she gave birth to their son. Harm tried to keep the rude comments to himself knowing how much Tuck still liked his father.
"He wants to go camping, but I've got plans this weekend to go out with some friends. Tommy's birthday is Saturday. I've already planned to go to Six Flags with him and spend the night. It's going to be us and a bunch of other guys."
"Jeez, Tuck. I thought this was something serious." Harm laughed.
"It it. What should I do?"
"I don't know, Tuck. I would give anything to be able to spend some time with my dad." Harm flopped on his bed, leaned against the headboard and continued talking with his brother. "But I'm not in your situation."
"Yeah, but there'll be other times I an go camping with dad."
"And there'll be other trips with friends. Besides Tuck that's what I thought."
"Yeah, but you're dad died in a plane crash."
"Tuck more people die in car crashes than plane crashes." Harm pointed out.
"So you think I should go with dad?"
"yeah as much as I don't like him I think you should go. I'm sure mom and Frank would take you and your friends out anytime."
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me Tuck. If something were to happen to your dad you'd be glad you spent this time with him. So go and when you get back call me and tell me how it went."
PRESENT
A tall, older man dressed in scrubs walked into the waiting room and surveyed it. It was empty except for two women in the corner holding each other's hand trying to give all their strength to the other one.
"Excuse me I'm told you're here waiting for information on Harmon Rabb."
"Yes I'm his mother and this is his best friend." Trish introduced pulling Mac up with her. "How is he?"
"You'll be happy to know his condition wasn't near as bad as we thought." Both women sent up a prayer of thanks. "When your son was first brought in we thought he had sever internal bleeding as well as damage to his internal organs. That's why we did the exploratory surgery. Your son had a small amount of internal bleeding which we patched up right away. We did have to call in a few specialist. One was to help with his liver. His liver was nearly cut in two. Dr. Miller was able to sew it up. We're still not sure about if it'll be able to hold up. He'll have to have several check ups for that. The other specialist was for his kidney. Right now they'll function properly with some assistance and they should for most of his life."
"So he doesn't need a transplant." Mac confirmed.
"If Mr. Rabb can lead a normal life he shouldn't, but from what I gather with his medical history he's very accident prone."
"You can say that doctor." Mac tried to hide her laughter.
"If Mr. Rabb can avoid any serious blows to the damaged kidney he should be fine. I'm going to add him to the donor's list as not urgent."
"Is that necessary?" Trish asked frightened as her hand went up to clutch her chest.
"From what I gather with Mr. Rabb's medical history I would say yes. I've seen he's be shot a few times, been in lots of fights, and take unnecessary risks. I have a feeling that this won't slow Mr. Rabb down that much. So yes it's in his best interest.
"Will he be alright?" Mac asked, not only for her and Trish, but she needed to call the Admiral.
"With some rehab he'll be fine."
"When can we see him?"
"As a parent myself I can understand your desire to see your son. He should be moved into recovery soon and then into a private room in the ICU. Since there are only two of you I'm going to allow you two go into recovery as long as you get suited up. I don't want Mr. Rabb catching an infection after all this. I will tell you that after what Mr. Rabb has been though we're going to be him heavily sedated to give his body a chance to rest and heal. So when he doesn't wake up for the next few days don't get two worried. That's only us helping his body. I've got to get into another surgery, but I'll have a nurse come and get you when Mr. Rabb is moved into recovery."
"Thank you, Doctor." Mac thanked the man that saved the life of her best friend.
"Yes thank you." Both Trish and Mac shook the man's hand.
"I'm only doing my job."
The doctor smiled at the two women who deeply loved the man he had just operated on and disappeared down the hallway.
END PART 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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