Disclaimer: I don't own JAG, or the Characters. No infringement intended.
Spoilers: Boomerang II, and others I'm sure, though I don't know
specifically.
Harriet arrived at home about half an hour after her husband. She had little AJ asleep on her arm when she walked into the small apartment. Bud sat reading files on the couch, and looked up when his wife entered. "Hi honey." He said, getting up. "AJ asleep?" "Yeah, he conked out as soon as I put him in his car seat." Harriet set her purse down on the side table and took her load into the bedroom. Bud followed her. She lay AJ down in his big boy bed, kissed him goodnight and left the room. Bud stayed, watching his son sleep for a moment, and then did the same. "Honey?" Harriet was already getting ready for bed. All she really wanted to do was curl up with her husband and watch a movie, but she knew she needed to talk to him. She turned around when Bud called to her. "Yes Bud?" "You're not mad at me about his afternoon are you?" The Admiral had made him realize his mistake. "About me telling Mic where the Colonel was." "No Bud, I just wish you had thought before you spoke." "I don't understand. She's engaged to him, why should he care where she was." "I 'accidentally ' overheard the Colonel talking to him this morning. She told him she wasn't planning on taking a lunch. Besides, the tension between the three of them is enough to make one sick." Harriet finished her small speech and perched herself on the bed. "But there is some thing I want to talk to you about." "Does this have anything to do with what you were talking to the Admiral about this afternoon?" Bud asked, he thought it was the right time to bring that up. Besides, he didn't have to ask. He already knew the answer. "Yes. And.well. I have been thinking Bud." Harriet stopped and looked away for a moment. " I spoke with the Colonel and the Admiral first, wanting advice on how to approach this with you." "Honey, what is it? You know you can tell me anything." "How do you feel about a bigger family?" She asked, smiling shyly. **************************************************************************** *** She stood, her feet buried in the sand, looking out at the crashing waves. They invaded the shore like a ravenous bird, swooping in and rushing back. Her white spring wedding dress danced about her ankles. She was happy. The breeze, smelling of salt and flowers, tossed her hair in all different directions. The sand was warm after a long day of basking in the sun. "Feels like heaven." She said quietly. Seagulls plunged head first toward the ocean water, and dived back toward the sky. She watched the birds play, carelessly. Wishing she could join the game. In the distance she saw white chairs, and a white satin aisle that lead to a make shift alter with white and violet lilies placed strategically. It was her day. She was ready. Some one handed her bouquet of lilies, and gave her a small push towards the aisle. The music began, soft and warm like the sun. She walked down the aisle towards the man she loved with such glee and exuberance. The sun was setting and the sky was stabbed with warm colors of red, violet, orange and yellow. She approached, and the man turned to greet her. Mic was dressed in his Australian Navy dress whites, and he grinned at her. She came to her final stop and stood waiting for the minister to begin. There were faceless people in the crowd, and the minister himself was faceless. The only person she could see was Mic. She breathed a sigh of contentment. "Do you Harmon take Sarah to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad as long as you both shall live?" Mac's eyes popped open. Harm? She looked at the man in front of her. He was no longer Mic, but Harmon Rabb Jr. She was shocked, but only for a second. "I do!" He said with tears in his eyes and love in his heart. "And do you Sarah take Harmon to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health in good times and in bad, as long as you both shall live?" She didn't skip a beat. "I do!" She replied, triumphantly. She was grinning from ear to ear. It could not have been more perfect. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other." Harm pulled her up toward him, and she followed his movements. His lips hit hers, and the world disappeared. There was no sky. There was no sun. There was no sand. There were no birds or water. There was only Harm and Sarah, tied together, at last, in marriage. Her heart soared as she kissed her husband.
Mac's eyes shot open. "Not again." She moaned. The room was still fairly dark. The smallest trace of dawn was visible through her window. Mic was sound asleep, breathing heavily. She rolled over on to her side and starred at the shaded window. "Why." She asked the quiet empty room. She realized that she needed to get herself together before she made a mistake. She had to know what was up with her and Harm. Only, she didn't know how to do it. She didn't even know how to think about doing it. All she could see was gray areas. Their entire relationship was gray. There was no black and white it wasn't that simple.
Harm threw back the blankets and sat up abruptly. Sleep was a mystery to him. He could not have been more tired, and he could not have been more awake. He thrashed about in bed until he found a comfortable spot. This, however, only lasted a couple of minutes, and he was again, rolling around to find a comfort zone. "What the hell is wrong with me?" His voice sounded loud and compared to the quiet early morning. He laid his head back on the pillow starring up at the ceiling. The ceiling that he knew very well, every inch, every crack, every paint drop, he now knew exactly where to find them. It seemed to him that there was no time. It was that time of the morning that didn't feel real. He wondered if he actually were asleep, just dreaming his endless night. His revelation earlier that evening was of main topic in his over active head. He was in love with Mac. He knew he loved her. She was his best friend. But finally realizing that the feeling in the pit of his stomach, whenever she was around, was love, that was priceless. He wondered how long this had been going on. When did it first happen? He knew she was special from the beginning, of course. For the first couple of months all he could see was Diane. Obviously that affected his feelings for her. But after that, he saw her as Mac, a tough and loveable Marine, who took nothing from nobody, and wanted everything from some body. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair and scrunched up his face in thought. He had to wonder if this was just sleep-deprived babble. And what about Renee? Wasn't he in love with her? No. "NO?" He asked himself. What in the hell was wrong with him? He looked around for some kind of clue that this was a dream. "Ow!" He yelled. He pinched himself, and it had hurt. "Well damnit!" he exclaimed. "This just isn't fair. I doubt Mac is up all night struggling with the revelation of loving ME!" He rolled over, for the thousandth time it seemed, and punched his hand into his pillow. "Nope, she's at home, in bed, sleeping next to Mic, her fiancé." Why was she getting married? He couldn't really figure it out. It didn't make sense to him. And to Brumby no less! For the third time that day, the world was very wrong.
There it was, a barrier. It stood in front of her, blocking her way. The way barriers often do. She tapped her foot softly on the wooden floor. What was she doing? Was she crazy? But she had to know didn't she? She could not spend another night this way. Who was it that said; "All You Need is Love?" "The Beatles" She reminded herself. "Looks like I have too much of it right now." She had gone this far. May as well finish the race and see where she ends up. Mac lifted her hand and touched the barrier. "Just knock, Marine!" She scolded her nervous hand. The noise was shockingly loud, and it almost scared her away, but she stood strong.
Harm had finally conceded to the fact he was not going to get any sleep. He lay, starring at the clock, willing it to move faster. There wasn't much he could do. "Run!" He said to himself. That was a great idea. Clear his head, work his already dead tired body? "Bad idea." He was barely going to be able to get through work. There was a noise, a loud one. It hadn't come from him. Is that the door? He wondered. The clock still said 0412 like it had for the past forty-five seconds. He decided to investigate, nothing better to do. He plopped his feet on the ground and grabbed a white shirt, pulling it over his head as he shuffled to the door. He got to the door. He stood, listening carefully. He thought he heard breathing, but couldn't be sure. He unlocked the door and carefully pulled it open. It took him a while to focus on the scene in front of him, but once it registered to his brain, he allowed his mouth to drop. "Hi." She said. "Hi." He replied. She stood there looking at him. He stood there looking at her. Neither moved, just stood, in silence. Mac had decided that she was going to walk away, and was shocked when the door opened. What did she expect? Harm finally moved out of the way, and without speaking, made room for her to enter. She walked past him, still in a daze. What had she done this for? She couldn't remember. Then she looked up at his face, and a flash of her dream hit her. Oh yeah. That was why. He had obviously been in bed, like everyone else in there right minds, unlike her. She stood quietly, looking at the couch. He still had the door opened. He didn't understand what was going on. His hand was on the handle, but for some reason he couldn't remember if he was opening or closing the door. He figured he must have been in shock. '*What is she doing here*' he thought. He was really, really confused, and hated to be confused. "Harm?" She asked quietly. "Huh?" Came the response out of his mouth. "Close the door." "Oh." He did so, and it shut with a click. That click, however, seemed to bring him out of his confused state, at least enough for him to speak. "What are you doing here Mac?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest and proceeded to stare at her. "I um.I really don't know for sure. I thought once I was here I would have that answer, but I'm speechless." She was, she felt like an idiot standing there in his apartment, at 0422 in the morning! "I'm sorry. I should go." She took a step toward the door. "Ok." He became confused again. "Wait." There was some thing in the back of his mind that was trying to come out in words. "Stay Mac, you obviously had some thing to say." He smiled then, not like he had anything else to do, like sleep. Oh right, he couldn't.
Harriet arrived at home about half an hour after her husband. She had little AJ asleep on her arm when she walked into the small apartment. Bud sat reading files on the couch, and looked up when his wife entered. "Hi honey." He said, getting up. "AJ asleep?" "Yeah, he conked out as soon as I put him in his car seat." Harriet set her purse down on the side table and took her load into the bedroom. Bud followed her. She lay AJ down in his big boy bed, kissed him goodnight and left the room. Bud stayed, watching his son sleep for a moment, and then did the same. "Honey?" Harriet was already getting ready for bed. All she really wanted to do was curl up with her husband and watch a movie, but she knew she needed to talk to him. She turned around when Bud called to her. "Yes Bud?" "You're not mad at me about his afternoon are you?" The Admiral had made him realize his mistake. "About me telling Mic where the Colonel was." "No Bud, I just wish you had thought before you spoke." "I don't understand. She's engaged to him, why should he care where she was." "I 'accidentally ' overheard the Colonel talking to him this morning. She told him she wasn't planning on taking a lunch. Besides, the tension between the three of them is enough to make one sick." Harriet finished her small speech and perched herself on the bed. "But there is some thing I want to talk to you about." "Does this have anything to do with what you were talking to the Admiral about this afternoon?" Bud asked, he thought it was the right time to bring that up. Besides, he didn't have to ask. He already knew the answer. "Yes. And.well. I have been thinking Bud." Harriet stopped and looked away for a moment. " I spoke with the Colonel and the Admiral first, wanting advice on how to approach this with you." "Honey, what is it? You know you can tell me anything." "How do you feel about a bigger family?" She asked, smiling shyly. **************************************************************************** *** She stood, her feet buried in the sand, looking out at the crashing waves. They invaded the shore like a ravenous bird, swooping in and rushing back. Her white spring wedding dress danced about her ankles. She was happy. The breeze, smelling of salt and flowers, tossed her hair in all different directions. The sand was warm after a long day of basking in the sun. "Feels like heaven." She said quietly. Seagulls plunged head first toward the ocean water, and dived back toward the sky. She watched the birds play, carelessly. Wishing she could join the game. In the distance she saw white chairs, and a white satin aisle that lead to a make shift alter with white and violet lilies placed strategically. It was her day. She was ready. Some one handed her bouquet of lilies, and gave her a small push towards the aisle. The music began, soft and warm like the sun. She walked down the aisle towards the man she loved with such glee and exuberance. The sun was setting and the sky was stabbed with warm colors of red, violet, orange and yellow. She approached, and the man turned to greet her. Mic was dressed in his Australian Navy dress whites, and he grinned at her. She came to her final stop and stood waiting for the minister to begin. There were faceless people in the crowd, and the minister himself was faceless. The only person she could see was Mic. She breathed a sigh of contentment. "Do you Harmon take Sarah to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad as long as you both shall live?" Mac's eyes popped open. Harm? She looked at the man in front of her. He was no longer Mic, but Harmon Rabb Jr. She was shocked, but only for a second. "I do!" He said with tears in his eyes and love in his heart. "And do you Sarah take Harmon to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health in good times and in bad, as long as you both shall live?" She didn't skip a beat. "I do!" She replied, triumphantly. She was grinning from ear to ear. It could not have been more perfect. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other." Harm pulled her up toward him, and she followed his movements. His lips hit hers, and the world disappeared. There was no sky. There was no sun. There was no sand. There were no birds or water. There was only Harm and Sarah, tied together, at last, in marriage. Her heart soared as she kissed her husband.
Mac's eyes shot open. "Not again." She moaned. The room was still fairly dark. The smallest trace of dawn was visible through her window. Mic was sound asleep, breathing heavily. She rolled over on to her side and starred at the shaded window. "Why." She asked the quiet empty room. She realized that she needed to get herself together before she made a mistake. She had to know what was up with her and Harm. Only, she didn't know how to do it. She didn't even know how to think about doing it. All she could see was gray areas. Their entire relationship was gray. There was no black and white it wasn't that simple.
Harm threw back the blankets and sat up abruptly. Sleep was a mystery to him. He could not have been more tired, and he could not have been more awake. He thrashed about in bed until he found a comfortable spot. This, however, only lasted a couple of minutes, and he was again, rolling around to find a comfort zone. "What the hell is wrong with me?" His voice sounded loud and compared to the quiet early morning. He laid his head back on the pillow starring up at the ceiling. The ceiling that he knew very well, every inch, every crack, every paint drop, he now knew exactly where to find them. It seemed to him that there was no time. It was that time of the morning that didn't feel real. He wondered if he actually were asleep, just dreaming his endless night. His revelation earlier that evening was of main topic in his over active head. He was in love with Mac. He knew he loved her. She was his best friend. But finally realizing that the feeling in the pit of his stomach, whenever she was around, was love, that was priceless. He wondered how long this had been going on. When did it first happen? He knew she was special from the beginning, of course. For the first couple of months all he could see was Diane. Obviously that affected his feelings for her. But after that, he saw her as Mac, a tough and loveable Marine, who took nothing from nobody, and wanted everything from some body. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair and scrunched up his face in thought. He had to wonder if this was just sleep-deprived babble. And what about Renee? Wasn't he in love with her? No. "NO?" He asked himself. What in the hell was wrong with him? He looked around for some kind of clue that this was a dream. "Ow!" He yelled. He pinched himself, and it had hurt. "Well damnit!" he exclaimed. "This just isn't fair. I doubt Mac is up all night struggling with the revelation of loving ME!" He rolled over, for the thousandth time it seemed, and punched his hand into his pillow. "Nope, she's at home, in bed, sleeping next to Mic, her fiancé." Why was she getting married? He couldn't really figure it out. It didn't make sense to him. And to Brumby no less! For the third time that day, the world was very wrong.
There it was, a barrier. It stood in front of her, blocking her way. The way barriers often do. She tapped her foot softly on the wooden floor. What was she doing? Was she crazy? But she had to know didn't she? She could not spend another night this way. Who was it that said; "All You Need is Love?" "The Beatles" She reminded herself. "Looks like I have too much of it right now." She had gone this far. May as well finish the race and see where she ends up. Mac lifted her hand and touched the barrier. "Just knock, Marine!" She scolded her nervous hand. The noise was shockingly loud, and it almost scared her away, but she stood strong.
Harm had finally conceded to the fact he was not going to get any sleep. He lay, starring at the clock, willing it to move faster. There wasn't much he could do. "Run!" He said to himself. That was a great idea. Clear his head, work his already dead tired body? "Bad idea." He was barely going to be able to get through work. There was a noise, a loud one. It hadn't come from him. Is that the door? He wondered. The clock still said 0412 like it had for the past forty-five seconds. He decided to investigate, nothing better to do. He plopped his feet on the ground and grabbed a white shirt, pulling it over his head as he shuffled to the door. He got to the door. He stood, listening carefully. He thought he heard breathing, but couldn't be sure. He unlocked the door and carefully pulled it open. It took him a while to focus on the scene in front of him, but once it registered to his brain, he allowed his mouth to drop. "Hi." She said. "Hi." He replied. She stood there looking at him. He stood there looking at her. Neither moved, just stood, in silence. Mac had decided that she was going to walk away, and was shocked when the door opened. What did she expect? Harm finally moved out of the way, and without speaking, made room for her to enter. She walked past him, still in a daze. What had she done this for? She couldn't remember. Then she looked up at his face, and a flash of her dream hit her. Oh yeah. That was why. He had obviously been in bed, like everyone else in there right minds, unlike her. She stood quietly, looking at the couch. He still had the door opened. He didn't understand what was going on. His hand was on the handle, but for some reason he couldn't remember if he was opening or closing the door. He figured he must have been in shock. '*What is she doing here*' he thought. He was really, really confused, and hated to be confused. "Harm?" She asked quietly. "Huh?" Came the response out of his mouth. "Close the door." "Oh." He did so, and it shut with a click. That click, however, seemed to bring him out of his confused state, at least enough for him to speak. "What are you doing here Mac?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest and proceeded to stare at her. "I um.I really don't know for sure. I thought once I was here I would have that answer, but I'm speechless." She was, she felt like an idiot standing there in his apartment, at 0422 in the morning! "I'm sorry. I should go." She took a step toward the door. "Ok." He became confused again. "Wait." There was some thing in the back of his mind that was trying to come out in words. "Stay Mac, you obviously had some thing to say." He smiled then, not like he had anything else to do, like sleep. Oh right, he couldn't.
