Through My Eyes Summary: Harm's point of view. Mainly to show the magnitude of his feelings towards Mac. I don't think there's any better way to do it.

A/N: Just a little something...Turns out that I like writing from Harm's POV. He's a scart-alec. Writing this way keeps me from being one, too. Please review!

JAG Headquarters 09?? EST Falls Church, Virginia

As I get out of my car, I wonder what time it is. Am I late? I'm pretty sure that it's nine something-or-rather, but I wish that I had Mac's sense of time so I know if I should be bracing myself for verbal whiplash. I think that the Admiral takes some kind of perverse pleasure in chewing me out, but whatever makes him happy, I guess. I'm rushing through the lobby, trying to reach the elevator before the doors close. Yes! I made it. I steal a quick glance at my watch, and see that I have five minutes before I'm actually late. I punch the 'four' button and smile, very happy with myself that I'm not going to be late. One less thing for Mac to tease me about. Is that necessarily a good thing, though? Every day, I wake up and tell myself that I'm finally going to confess to her how I feel, but by the time I get to work, my courage is gone, out the proverbial window. I hear a 'ding!' as the elevator reaches the floor of the JAG main offices. And who should walk by the elevator just as the doors open than the beautiful, the exotic, the scary-as-hell Colonel MacKenzie, on the warpath. She's ticked at someone or something, and I pray to the God that saved me from the icy Atlantic that it's not me. On second thought, didn't she save me? Then again, I'm not going there, I'm not reliving that hell, so right now I'll just concentrate on staying out of the way of the woman that I'm in love with. As I rush out of the elevator, I hear the Voice of Doom.

"Commander Rabb! Get your six to my office, ASAP!" It's the Admiral, right? Ready to kill me for being late? I wish. It is none other than Lt.Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, the scariest, most beautiful and desirable female, Marine, and military officer known to man. What did I do now? As I follow her miserably to her office, I see the sympathetic looks of Sturgis and Bud (who wisely chose NOT to leave for carrier duty). I walk in behind her, and she stops to wait for me to bustle my six into the room before she slams the door. Rushing around in a furious frenzy, she closes all the blinds, and I fleetingly fear for my life.

"Um, Mac?" I ask, timidly. I honestly have no idea why she's so mad at me.

"Yes, Commander Rabb?" She returns formally. Ouch! What did I do?

"Uh, Colonel. May I ask why you're so mad at me?" Did I just ask her that? She's got plenty to be mad about. All the times that I should have 'let go' without hesitation, all the times that she tried to help me to do just that? Heck, she could have justly kicked my six years ago! I look up at her, and her expression softens.

"My friend Sandy, from college is getting married." Is that a bad thing? I just don't understand her sometimes. All the women that I've dated have been fairly easy to figure out, but Mac remains a mystery to me, even after six years of being friends and even partners part of the time. The only time that I feel like I understand what she's feeling is when she tells me, outright. That's not very often, as you can imagine, so I'm in the dark a lot. I decide to ask a very bold question.

"And that's bad, how?" She looks at me, a pained expression in her eyes. I know that she wants a family, a husband, and she can't have that without meeting the right guy. She seems to think that I am that guy. Personally, I couldn't agree more. The problem is that I honestly don't think that I'm good enough for her. I've screwed up our relationship so many times that I don't even deserve to breathe the same air as her.

"That's what I want, Harm. All I want is a husband that loves me and to have a baby someday. Is that so much to ask?" She sinks into the chair next to me, and I look at her, attempting to be comforting. I'm trying very hard not to jump out of this chair and propose to her here and now, and I manage to keep myself from doing that, while my mouth blurts out,

"You'll find someone some day that deserves to be with you. In the meantime, you have to be patient, okay, Sarah?" I can tell by the look on her face that I've just killed her hopes and dreams. Man, why do I say stupid things like that?

"If you're so repulsed by the idea of being with me, why don't you move on and marry the next blonde that falls for your smile?" She asks in a biting tone. I would be offended by the blonde comment, but I'm not for two reasons: 1) It's true, to any woman, it would seem that I like blondes, and 2) She said that I'm 'repulsed by the idea of being with' her. Where did she get that? Now I'm upset, and I stand up, pacing her small office. You know what? Screw being careful of what I say. Just say the right thing, Rabb.

"That wouldn't work." I say. That's all I can get out, with all the confessions of love and undying devotion that are flying through my head. Each one had been carefully rehearsed, and the end includes Sarah falling into my arms, preferably sobbing in joy so I don't have to hold my own tears at bay. I get teary just practicing them. She looks at me strangely, then asks slowly,

"Why?" Do I have to spell it out for her? Obviously I do, because she's not going to risk any miscommunication in this possibly life-altering conversation. I try to pace myself, but my stupid mouth shoots off again.

"Because I'm in love with you." Oh, God. I turn to look at her. Her eyes are wide. Quietly, I ask, "Did I say that?" She just nods. Geez, she looks as numb as I feel. I look away, and try to keep myself from tearing her out of that chair and kissing her like there's no tomorrow. I close my eyes, and feel cool, slender fingers on my cheek. I turn my head towards the woman that I now know is standing less that a foot away from me. What is she going to do?

"I'm so in love with you." And she kisses me. The most electrifying kiss in the history of the world, the woman that I'm in love with is in love with me too. I grab her waist, trying to hold on to her, because of some irrational fear that just because I finally let go that she's going to be taken away from me. I will never let that happen, I will never let us get as far apart as we were in the past two years. Never. She pulls away slightly, breaking the kiss. I forgot that she has smaller lungs than I do, she can't hold her breath as long. That's okay, though. We really shouldn't be making out in her office when everybody saw her drag me in there less than five minutes ago. As she looks up at me, I'm lost in her eyes. They're the most beautiful dark brown that I've ever seen in my life. Some say that my blue-green eyes are the pinnacle of beauty, but in my mind, nothing can compare to the amazing brown-black of Sarah MacKenzie's eyes.

"We really shouldn't be doing this in the office." She whispers. I nod, unable to speak. I'm still in shock from the kiss, I think it'll take the rest of the day to get me back to my cocky, arrogant, flyboy self. She smiles. "Aren't you going to say something?" I shake my head. Her eyes roam over my face quickly, and she kisses me softly, leaving my head spinning even more than before. This woman is intoxicating to me, not that I'll ever tell her that.

"You're intoxicating to me, Sarah." There goes my big mouth again, right before I kiss the juncture of her jaw and throat. She gasps, and I smile. This is so cool! She gently pushes me away, blushing furiously.

"Get outta here, Sailor. I'll see you for lunch?" She's flustered. Wonderful. Trying to get yourself out of an intense situation, Colonel? Good girl. I smile at her again, thrilled to see her height decrease by almost an inch as her knees weaken.

"Wouldn't miss it, Ninja-girl."

A/N2: Does anybody want more, or is that enough? I've got a lot more, but if you all like 'em short and sweet, I don't want to upload a new chapter(or five) just so I can read them myself. Let me know, ok?