***First a thank you to all those who wrote reviews and also to
those who have just read and enjoyed this story. For whoever it
was that wanted to know, I got the name Par from Pareerou-an
Iranian name I found with a search for "iranian names" on AOL.
Enjoy this part. I put up the rest of the story (parts 1-7)
tonight also. ~ Lissa***
Part 5...Boomerang
February 8, 2000
2105 Local (I don't remember the episode time)
Sydney Harbor
Sydney, Australia
***AN: Assumes that things have been going almost exactly as the
episode ran until the ferry ride. I changed some of the lines
because of the changes in their relationship and situations. If
you haven't seen Boomerang, you'll probably still be okay.***
(Takes off after Harm edges toward the "topless" conversation.)
"Harmon Rabb, you are a prude!" Mac declared just barely containing
her laughter. He was trying his best to play it off, but he seemed
to be curious as to whether or not she took off her bikini top in
front of Brumby...maybe even jealous.
"I am not," he objected in a voice that one could possibly call whiny.
"But you work with the guy; I mean, you wouldn't go topless in front
of me."
Mac turned serious fast. "Was that a request?" She leaned up
against the railing and looked at him.
"What if it were?" Harm shot back just as seriously. He turned to
look at her with his hip against the metal bar.
"Then I'd ask why you didn't ever bring it up before," she told him.
"I had too much to lose." He turned away, and his gaze went up to the
stars.
"So this is about Par," Mac summarized shaking her head at her baseless
hope. For a second, she thought that Harm might actually have interest
in her that didn't stem from his need to be there for her little girl.
"Not just her, and you know it," Harm argued. He reached out his
hand to run his fingertips down her arm. "I had--have--a lot more
than just her, though she would be more than enough to be afraid of
losing."
"Harm, if I didn't have Par--If I had come to Washington by myself--
would we be having this conversation?" Mac implored.
"I'm not psychic, Mac."
"How do you *feel*, Harm. Would it be the same way if I didn't have a
daughter?"
Instead of responding, Harm leaned down and kissed her softly. It had
been meant as only a short reassurance, but the moment his lips touched
hers, he, as well as Mac, lost complete control. Mac's arms coiled
around his neck, and Harm's hands ran up and down her back pulling her
closer to him. With her body pressed tightly against his, he pulled her
up to get better access with his mouth. Their tongues dueled with a
passion that would no longer be denied.
***AN: My term paper has me completely burned out. The time change
conversion is way to complicated for the few functioning brain cells
I have left. Please don't be too picky and pretend that the times
work. Thank you ;-)***
0715 Local
Harm's Hotel Room
Sydney, Australia
As Mac began to wake, the first thing she noticed was the warm, hard
body underneath her cheek. The next was the arms that were wrapped
tight around her. She smiled despite the annoying sun that was shining
in her eyes. This is how she had wanted to wake up for years. This was
how she should wake up every morning for the rest of her life.
"Morning," Harm murmured into her hair. Her smile grew to the point
where it could be considered a grin.
"Morning." She lifted herself up on her elbows to give him a kiss but
was interrupted by the phone ringing.
With a groan of annoyance, Harm reached over to answer it. "Commander
Rabb."
~~Hi, daddy!~~
The sound of Par's cheerful voice brought a grin to Harm's face. "Hi,
sweetheart. Are you being good for Aunt Harriett?"
~~Yep. I'm putting away my toys when I'm done with them and playing
with AJ when she wants a break. Aunt Harriett said it's like summer
there; is it?~~
"It's very nice here. People are going to the beaches and walking around
in shorts, but everyone is also sweaty and stuff. It's like summer in
California. Remember going out there with me?"
~~Yeah. We had fun with Gram Trish and Frank. Can we go there when you
get back? When are you coming back? Can I talk to mommy?~~
"We'll talk about it later; In a few day's probably; And here she is." Harm
handed the receiver to Mac who was resting her chin on his chest watching him
talk on the phone with Par.
"Hi, baby."
~~Mommy! Daddy said that we could go to California, maybe, and you guys
would be home soon. That's true, right? You're coming home in a few
days?~~
"When has daddy ever lied to you?" Mac asked rhetorically. Her eyes
met, and the significance of her reference to Harm as "daddy" wasn't
lost on either of them. Even though Par had called him that for some
time, Mac had always referred to him by his name to the girl. She hadn't
wanted to aid in her daughter's attachment to her best friend. Things were
different now.
~~Cool. Aunt Harriett wants to talk to you. Love you.~~
"We love you, too," Mac said through the phone line. She listened
half-heartedly to Harriett, but most of her attention was focused on Harm
and the wonderful things he was doing to her neck with his lips. She was
glad Harriet hung up before his hands drifted any lower than her hips.
Same Time
Robert's Residence
Rosslyn, Virginia (is that right?)
Par watch as Harriett hung up the telephone.
"Mommy and daddy are going to get married," she informed the young officer
her mother had left her under the care of.
Harriett just raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she left the room
to go check on her son. Par turned her attention to the television counting
down the minutes until she would see her mom and daddy again.
TBC...
those who have just read and enjoyed this story. For whoever it
was that wanted to know, I got the name Par from Pareerou-an
Iranian name I found with a search for "iranian names" on AOL.
Enjoy this part. I put up the rest of the story (parts 1-7)
tonight also. ~ Lissa***
Part 5...Boomerang
February 8, 2000
2105 Local (I don't remember the episode time)
Sydney Harbor
Sydney, Australia
***AN: Assumes that things have been going almost exactly as the
episode ran until the ferry ride. I changed some of the lines
because of the changes in their relationship and situations. If
you haven't seen Boomerang, you'll probably still be okay.***
(Takes off after Harm edges toward the "topless" conversation.)
"Harmon Rabb, you are a prude!" Mac declared just barely containing
her laughter. He was trying his best to play it off, but he seemed
to be curious as to whether or not she took off her bikini top in
front of Brumby...maybe even jealous.
"I am not," he objected in a voice that one could possibly call whiny.
"But you work with the guy; I mean, you wouldn't go topless in front
of me."
Mac turned serious fast. "Was that a request?" She leaned up
against the railing and looked at him.
"What if it were?" Harm shot back just as seriously. He turned to
look at her with his hip against the metal bar.
"Then I'd ask why you didn't ever bring it up before," she told him.
"I had too much to lose." He turned away, and his gaze went up to the
stars.
"So this is about Par," Mac summarized shaking her head at her baseless
hope. For a second, she thought that Harm might actually have interest
in her that didn't stem from his need to be there for her little girl.
"Not just her, and you know it," Harm argued. He reached out his
hand to run his fingertips down her arm. "I had--have--a lot more
than just her, though she would be more than enough to be afraid of
losing."
"Harm, if I didn't have Par--If I had come to Washington by myself--
would we be having this conversation?" Mac implored.
"I'm not psychic, Mac."
"How do you *feel*, Harm. Would it be the same way if I didn't have a
daughter?"
Instead of responding, Harm leaned down and kissed her softly. It had
been meant as only a short reassurance, but the moment his lips touched
hers, he, as well as Mac, lost complete control. Mac's arms coiled
around his neck, and Harm's hands ran up and down her back pulling her
closer to him. With her body pressed tightly against his, he pulled her
up to get better access with his mouth. Their tongues dueled with a
passion that would no longer be denied.
***AN: My term paper has me completely burned out. The time change
conversion is way to complicated for the few functioning brain cells
I have left. Please don't be too picky and pretend that the times
work. Thank you ;-)***
0715 Local
Harm's Hotel Room
Sydney, Australia
As Mac began to wake, the first thing she noticed was the warm, hard
body underneath her cheek. The next was the arms that were wrapped
tight around her. She smiled despite the annoying sun that was shining
in her eyes. This is how she had wanted to wake up for years. This was
how she should wake up every morning for the rest of her life.
"Morning," Harm murmured into her hair. Her smile grew to the point
where it could be considered a grin.
"Morning." She lifted herself up on her elbows to give him a kiss but
was interrupted by the phone ringing.
With a groan of annoyance, Harm reached over to answer it. "Commander
Rabb."
~~Hi, daddy!~~
The sound of Par's cheerful voice brought a grin to Harm's face. "Hi,
sweetheart. Are you being good for Aunt Harriett?"
~~Yep. I'm putting away my toys when I'm done with them and playing
with AJ when she wants a break. Aunt Harriett said it's like summer
there; is it?~~
"It's very nice here. People are going to the beaches and walking around
in shorts, but everyone is also sweaty and stuff. It's like summer in
California. Remember going out there with me?"
~~Yeah. We had fun with Gram Trish and Frank. Can we go there when you
get back? When are you coming back? Can I talk to mommy?~~
"We'll talk about it later; In a few day's probably; And here she is." Harm
handed the receiver to Mac who was resting her chin on his chest watching him
talk on the phone with Par.
"Hi, baby."
~~Mommy! Daddy said that we could go to California, maybe, and you guys
would be home soon. That's true, right? You're coming home in a few
days?~~
"When has daddy ever lied to you?" Mac asked rhetorically. Her eyes
met, and the significance of her reference to Harm as "daddy" wasn't
lost on either of them. Even though Par had called him that for some
time, Mac had always referred to him by his name to the girl. She hadn't
wanted to aid in her daughter's attachment to her best friend. Things were
different now.
~~Cool. Aunt Harriett wants to talk to you. Love you.~~
"We love you, too," Mac said through the phone line. She listened
half-heartedly to Harriett, but most of her attention was focused on Harm
and the wonderful things he was doing to her neck with his lips. She was
glad Harriet hung up before his hands drifted any lower than her hips.
Same Time
Robert's Residence
Rosslyn, Virginia (is that right?)
Par watch as Harriett hung up the telephone.
"Mommy and daddy are going to get married," she informed the young officer
her mother had left her under the care of.
Harriett just raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she left the room
to go check on her son. Par turned her attention to the television counting
down the minutes until she would see her mom and daddy again.
TBC...