From: kevin amanda loisad@bbtel.com
Subject: JALBL
Date: Thursday, July 19, 2001 3:42 PM
A SPECIAL TREAT. TWO PARTS IN TWO DAYS. HAS TO BE A RECORD FOR ME TO HAVE TWO PARTS OF A FIC OUT THIS SOON.
Title: Just A Little Brotherly Love
Author: Amanda M. Daugherty
E-mail: Country_girl_2003@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info. in part one
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Bethesda Naval Hospital
Bethesda, MD
1990
Tuck walked quickly in front of his mom and Frank searching the long hospital hall for his brother's room number. Looking into room 405, his brother's room Tuck saw his normally larger than life brother laying in a bed that swallowed him whole. Harm was laying sleeping on the bed his head turned toward the window where a little bit of the morning sunlight was drifting through. The white bandage that circled Harm's head had a small amount of blood above the right eyebrow and a pair of butterfly bandages were placed on his left cheek were placed over a gash that required stitches and his right hand was bandaged from where it was resting on Harm's stomach, probably the part of him that was burned in the fire.
Tuck turned back to his mom and Frank and put a finger over his lips telling them the be really quiet because Harm was sleeping. The family walked into the room and Trish let out a gasp at how her baby looked. The gasp was quiet but still loud enough to wake Harm.
As Harm's vision became clearer he could make out his mom and Frank standing beside his bed. Tuck stayed hidden in the back of the room not ready to show Harm the tears that were starting to form on his eyes. Seeing Harm lying in that hospital bed brought everything that happened home, how close he almost came to losing his brother.
"Mom, Frank what are you doing here?" Harm asked not looking straight at them, but his eyes focused on a place just over their shoulders.
"Tom called us from the ship and told us what happened. We got the first flight out here." Trish grabbed Harm's hand and it surprised her when he didn't resist.
"Go back home. I'm fine. Frank make her listen to me. There's no need for you to be here."
"Harm you're hurting..."
"I said I'm fine." Harm raised his voice which brought his doctor and a couple of nurses into the room.
"Is everything alright in here?" A short graying man asked.
"Would you please tell my mom that everything's fine and to go back home." Harm pleaded with the doctor. Since he arrived here he barely had anytime alone. He had several buddies from the Seahawk come by and visit. He like to never of gotten Keeter to leave. After they left he finally thought he'd get some rest but instead the JAG team came by. A Lt. Caffey and Lt. Commander Halloway had questioned him endlessly, but Harm really didn't blame them. They were just trying to find out what happened and why a young man was now laying in the morgue.
"Actually considering everything that's happened, Lt. Rabb is one lucky young man. Just a gash above his left eye that didn't require any stitches, a cut on his right cheek that needed just a couple of stitches, and of course his right hand was burned in the fire. Again nothing serious, as long as he keeps applying the ointment we gave him it should heal properly without any scaring. By the look of things he should be released early tomorrow morning."
"See mom I'm fine. I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat so why don't you guys go grab a bite."
"I don't want to leave you here by yourself."
"Mom I'm twenty something years old almost thirty I don't need a babysitter." Harm pleaded with his eyes.
"I'll stay with him, mom. That is if he doesn't mind. I kinda wanna talk to him about something." Tuck spoke up for the first time from his spot in the corner by the door.
"Hey short stuff. I didn't see you over there." For the first time since the crash Harm had a true smile on his face. It wasn't his usual grin that reached his eyes, but it was a start.
"How many time do I have to tell you don't call me that."
"I don't know, but you better just give up because to me you'll always be short stuff." Turning back to his mom and Frank, "Go on we'll be fine here. Beside how much trouble can we get into at a hospital." Harm teased remembering the time when he and Tuck when through one of TH's stores when they were smaller playing tricks on all the workers.
"Don't even start Harmon. Okay then Frank and I'll go grab a bite to eat. Tuck do you want us to bring you back anything?"
"Yeah, just a burger and fries from McDonald's."
"Okay. Be good boys." Trish ordered following Frank out the door.
"Yes mom." Both boys replied together rewarding them with a look from their mom that only mother's can give.
After Trish and Frank left Tuck went over and sat on the edge of his brother's bed.
"What'd you want to talk to me about?" Harm asked raising the bed up so he was in a sitting position.
"This." Tuck brought out the white piece of paper and handed it to his brother.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
Harm opened the letter and saw the familiar stationary used by the offices at the Academy. As Harm read the letter that was so familiar to the one that he received just years before and smile began to appear on his face.
"This great. I didn't even know you applied. What did mom say?" Harm was completely excited for his little brother, but he could figure out why Tuck wasn't happy.
"I haven't told her. I was going to tell her when I got home yesterday, but when I got home her and Frank called me into his office and told me about your crash. We didn't know how bad you were and I didn't want to upset mom even more with telling her that I wanted to go to the academy and then on to flight school."
"Why not Tuck? She'd be happy for you." Harm's face was that of total confusion.
"I don't think so. I mean your dad graduated from the academy and he crashed. You graduated from the Academy and now you crashed. I'm afraid she'll think I'll crash and get hurt."
"Tuck listen to me don't forsake your happiness for someone else's because in the end a lot more people will end up getting hurt than if you followed your happiness. Mom will understand. She was raised in a military family. Look at Uncle Bill he's a pilot and he hasn't crashed yet. Besides mom knows there are logical reasons why dad and I crashed."
"So you think I should tell her."
"The sooner the better."
"Okay I'll tell her when we get home." Tuck put the letter back in his wallet then sat back down on the bed. "So you're coming home with us tomorrow?"
"No." Harm turned away from his little brother and looked out the window at the traffic in the city.
"No? What's that supposed to mean? Where are you going?"
"Belleville. I'm going to grams for a while at least until JAG decides on what to do."
"Why at Belleville? Shouldn't you be with family? I mean you know me and mom."
"I can't explain it Tuck. I just feel like if I'm going to get through this I need to be a Grams."
"But you'll promise me that if you ever need to talk you'll call me. I may be your little brother, but I've got a good ear on me."
"I promise. So short stuff you see the game last night?" Harm turned around and ruffled his brothers hair.
St. Mary's Hospital
San Diego, Ca.
Present
When Spoon got to his brother's room he was transported back ten years. Again his brother rested in a hospital bed that was too large for him except this time there were lots more wire and tubes hooked to his brother and this time he wasn't alone. Sitting beside Harm holding his had was a beautiful brunette named Sarah Mackenzie.
Spoon listened as the marine told his brother how much he was needed and how he had to stop scarring them like. She mentioned something about it being too soon after Baby Sarah and Tuck remembered getting a call from his brother last November that his goddaughter had died during birth. He remembered being on the phone for at least in hour as he listened to his brother pour his heart out about the little girl he'd never get the chance to know. He told him about how much he looked forward to babysitting on weekends and watching her grow up. Tuck always wanted to ask why Harm had called him and not Col. Mackenzie, his partner and the baby's godmother, but he figured that it had something to do with the engagement ring on the Col.'s finger that didn't belong to his brother.
Just then Tuck's head shot up as he heard the Marine Col. tell his brother that she loved him.
Mac's marine training kick in and she felt another person in the room. Turning to the door Mac saw Harm's brother Spoon standing there.
END PART 13!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I FORGOT TO THANK DENISE IN THE LAST PART FOR LETTING ME KNOW SOME INFORMATION ABOUT THE ACADEMY AND FLIGHT SCHOOL.
Subject: JALBL
Date: Thursday, July 19, 2001 3:42 PM
A SPECIAL TREAT. TWO PARTS IN TWO DAYS. HAS TO BE A RECORD FOR ME TO HAVE TWO PARTS OF A FIC OUT THIS SOON.
Title: Just A Little Brotherly Love
Author: Amanda M. Daugherty
E-mail: Country_girl_2003@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info. in part one
*********************************************
Bethesda Naval Hospital
Bethesda, MD
1990
Tuck walked quickly in front of his mom and Frank searching the long hospital hall for his brother's room number. Looking into room 405, his brother's room Tuck saw his normally larger than life brother laying in a bed that swallowed him whole. Harm was laying sleeping on the bed his head turned toward the window where a little bit of the morning sunlight was drifting through. The white bandage that circled Harm's head had a small amount of blood above the right eyebrow and a pair of butterfly bandages were placed on his left cheek were placed over a gash that required stitches and his right hand was bandaged from where it was resting on Harm's stomach, probably the part of him that was burned in the fire.
Tuck turned back to his mom and Frank and put a finger over his lips telling them the be really quiet because Harm was sleeping. The family walked into the room and Trish let out a gasp at how her baby looked. The gasp was quiet but still loud enough to wake Harm.
As Harm's vision became clearer he could make out his mom and Frank standing beside his bed. Tuck stayed hidden in the back of the room not ready to show Harm the tears that were starting to form on his eyes. Seeing Harm lying in that hospital bed brought everything that happened home, how close he almost came to losing his brother.
"Mom, Frank what are you doing here?" Harm asked not looking straight at them, but his eyes focused on a place just over their shoulders.
"Tom called us from the ship and told us what happened. We got the first flight out here." Trish grabbed Harm's hand and it surprised her when he didn't resist.
"Go back home. I'm fine. Frank make her listen to me. There's no need for you to be here."
"Harm you're hurting..."
"I said I'm fine." Harm raised his voice which brought his doctor and a couple of nurses into the room.
"Is everything alright in here?" A short graying man asked.
"Would you please tell my mom that everything's fine and to go back home." Harm pleaded with the doctor. Since he arrived here he barely had anytime alone. He had several buddies from the Seahawk come by and visit. He like to never of gotten Keeter to leave. After they left he finally thought he'd get some rest but instead the JAG team came by. A Lt. Caffey and Lt. Commander Halloway had questioned him endlessly, but Harm really didn't blame them. They were just trying to find out what happened and why a young man was now laying in the morgue.
"Actually considering everything that's happened, Lt. Rabb is one lucky young man. Just a gash above his left eye that didn't require any stitches, a cut on his right cheek that needed just a couple of stitches, and of course his right hand was burned in the fire. Again nothing serious, as long as he keeps applying the ointment we gave him it should heal properly without any scaring. By the look of things he should be released early tomorrow morning."
"See mom I'm fine. I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat so why don't you guys go grab a bite."
"I don't want to leave you here by yourself."
"Mom I'm twenty something years old almost thirty I don't need a babysitter." Harm pleaded with his eyes.
"I'll stay with him, mom. That is if he doesn't mind. I kinda wanna talk to him about something." Tuck spoke up for the first time from his spot in the corner by the door.
"Hey short stuff. I didn't see you over there." For the first time since the crash Harm had a true smile on his face. It wasn't his usual grin that reached his eyes, but it was a start.
"How many time do I have to tell you don't call me that."
"I don't know, but you better just give up because to me you'll always be short stuff." Turning back to his mom and Frank, "Go on we'll be fine here. Beside how much trouble can we get into at a hospital." Harm teased remembering the time when he and Tuck when through one of TH's stores when they were smaller playing tricks on all the workers.
"Don't even start Harmon. Okay then Frank and I'll go grab a bite to eat. Tuck do you want us to bring you back anything?"
"Yeah, just a burger and fries from McDonald's."
"Okay. Be good boys." Trish ordered following Frank out the door.
"Yes mom." Both boys replied together rewarding them with a look from their mom that only mother's can give.
After Trish and Frank left Tuck went over and sat on the edge of his brother's bed.
"What'd you want to talk to me about?" Harm asked raising the bed up so he was in a sitting position.
"This." Tuck brought out the white piece of paper and handed it to his brother.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
Harm opened the letter and saw the familiar stationary used by the offices at the Academy. As Harm read the letter that was so familiar to the one that he received just years before and smile began to appear on his face.
"This great. I didn't even know you applied. What did mom say?" Harm was completely excited for his little brother, but he could figure out why Tuck wasn't happy.
"I haven't told her. I was going to tell her when I got home yesterday, but when I got home her and Frank called me into his office and told me about your crash. We didn't know how bad you were and I didn't want to upset mom even more with telling her that I wanted to go to the academy and then on to flight school."
"Why not Tuck? She'd be happy for you." Harm's face was that of total confusion.
"I don't think so. I mean your dad graduated from the academy and he crashed. You graduated from the Academy and now you crashed. I'm afraid she'll think I'll crash and get hurt."
"Tuck listen to me don't forsake your happiness for someone else's because in the end a lot more people will end up getting hurt than if you followed your happiness. Mom will understand. She was raised in a military family. Look at Uncle Bill he's a pilot and he hasn't crashed yet. Besides mom knows there are logical reasons why dad and I crashed."
"So you think I should tell her."
"The sooner the better."
"Okay I'll tell her when we get home." Tuck put the letter back in his wallet then sat back down on the bed. "So you're coming home with us tomorrow?"
"No." Harm turned away from his little brother and looked out the window at the traffic in the city.
"No? What's that supposed to mean? Where are you going?"
"Belleville. I'm going to grams for a while at least until JAG decides on what to do."
"Why at Belleville? Shouldn't you be with family? I mean you know me and mom."
"I can't explain it Tuck. I just feel like if I'm going to get through this I need to be a Grams."
"But you'll promise me that if you ever need to talk you'll call me. I may be your little brother, but I've got a good ear on me."
"I promise. So short stuff you see the game last night?" Harm turned around and ruffled his brothers hair.
St. Mary's Hospital
San Diego, Ca.
Present
When Spoon got to his brother's room he was transported back ten years. Again his brother rested in a hospital bed that was too large for him except this time there were lots more wire and tubes hooked to his brother and this time he wasn't alone. Sitting beside Harm holding his had was a beautiful brunette named Sarah Mackenzie.
Spoon listened as the marine told his brother how much he was needed and how he had to stop scarring them like. She mentioned something about it being too soon after Baby Sarah and Tuck remembered getting a call from his brother last November that his goddaughter had died during birth. He remembered being on the phone for at least in hour as he listened to his brother pour his heart out about the little girl he'd never get the chance to know. He told him about how much he looked forward to babysitting on weekends and watching her grow up. Tuck always wanted to ask why Harm had called him and not Col. Mackenzie, his partner and the baby's godmother, but he figured that it had something to do with the engagement ring on the Col.'s finger that didn't belong to his brother.
Just then Tuck's head shot up as he heard the Marine Col. tell his brother that she loved him.
Mac's marine training kick in and she felt another person in the room. Turning to the door Mac saw Harm's brother Spoon standing there.
END PART 13!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***********************
I FORGOT TO THANK DENISE IN THE LAST PART FOR LETTING ME KNOW SOME INFORMATION ABOUT THE ACADEMY AND FLIGHT SCHOOL.