DEEP TALK 10/10 Conclusion
So sorry it took so long to post this, but I had computer problems and the Mac I was using wouldn't let me upload the document to the site… :) Hope you enjoy the last part... There is an NC-17 version of this last part, as well as part 7… if any of you would like to read it, please e-mail me with an age statement and I'll gladly send it your way…:)
Authors: Damngunnyshot and LeE
Classification: Romance, Some Humor H/M
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to us. It belongs to DPB and CBS. We were just having some fun…
A.N. from Shannon: When Lilly suggested writing a story together, I figured 'oh sure, that'll be fun. Lilly's a great writer. Shouldn't take us too long'. Two outta three ain't bad, right? It *was* fun and you *are* a great writer, and I would like to thank you for being a great co-author! Your humour has gotten me through this experience and it has been a pleasure to work with you. You, the readers, may notice inconsistencies with spellings of certain words. This used to be a direct result of an American (Lilly) co-authoring with a Canadian (me), although I think I'm rubbing off on her-she's starting to spell like a Canadian :-) LOL!!
A.N. from Lilly: Well, what a ride huh Shannon? We certainly had fun writing this, and you're right: it *was* fun, and it *did* take us longer than we expected, but hey! We got it done! :) I guess with both of us being beta readers as well as writers, it was bound to take a little longer…:) Well, if it were for me, this story would've been 1,000 pages long, so I know for a fact we never would've gotten all the ideas in paper had it not been for my great co-author that always kept us on the right track when the ideas were flying everywhere. Thanks Shannon!! As for my "inconsistencies" in spelling, well I can neither confirm nor deny that rumour (rumor?) LOL…
Feedback: If you feel inclined to do so, please send feedback to Lilly at lee_81881@yahoo.com mailto:lee_81881@yahoo.com or to Shannon at damngunnyshot@yahoo.com mailto:damngunnyshot@yahoo.com Thanks!
*FROM PART 9*
"Remember what we talked about last week, Rabb. No one's getting any younger around here." With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to his office, chuckling to himself. Sure, the situation with Commander Jackson was nothing to be happy about, but catching Harm and Mac off guard with comments like those was just too much fun. Some days it rocked to be the JAG.
Seeing Mac's quizzical look, Harm assured her that he would fill her in when they got home.
They had received information from Webb later that afternoon that Peter Jackson had been admitted to a mental institution and would receive excellent care. Harm surprised himself by feeling relieved that Jackson would be under good care. He wondered for the rest of the afternoon where that feeling came from. It was only after Mac offered her suggestion later that evening that he understood.
PART 10
THAT EVENING
HARM'S APARTMENT
Dinner had gone by without a word. Mac offered him her silent support-- knowing that more than anything-- he needed his thoughts in order if he was to ever come to terms with the events of the past week. Looking over at her Sailor, Mac felt her heart twist at the sight of him, sitting on the couch, while he deeply concentrated on an invisible spot ahead of him. Putting the towel away, Mac made her way towards him and sitting down at his side, rested her hand on top of his. Immediately his hand opened beneath hers and his fingers entwined with hers.
"I know it's not my fault, Mac. I know it wasn't my dad's fault either. But… I… can't help but feel like I should've done something, like I had to do something…"
"Harm, maybe you feel like that because if your lives had turned out differently, it might have been you who was mentally unstable. You and your mother took a terrible situation and made the best of yourselves, knowing that that's what your dad would have wanted for you. Maybe his family wasn't as strong, it's hard to say."
Harm absorbed Mac's words and realized that, once again, she was right. Except for one thing that had been eating at him all day since he'd learned the truth about Jackson's past ghosts.
"But Mac, am I so different from him? Look at my obsession with my dad. God, Mac, I ran away from home at 16 to look for him in some godforsaken jungles when all of my friends were at home getting their drivers' licences. I let my search for him consume my life until we went to Russia the first time. Maybe I still obsess about it by continuing to fly Tomcats. If I wasn't obsessed, I could just give up my flight status and just fly Sarah on the weekends, right? I obsess about so many things, Mac. My job, my planes, my 'Vette, even you."
Harm's emotions began to get the best of him as he obsessed about his obsessions. Mac leaned over and wrapped her hands around him to draw him near.
"Me, huh?" she smiled at him to let him know she was only kidding. "Harm, yeah, maybe you do obsess about some things, but eventually you find a way to work through them. By now, I really don't think you are obsessed with flying. I just think it's a part of you. You breathe. You eat rabbit food. You grandstand in court and you fly F14s. That's just you. And I love you anyway."
"I do not grandstand!"
"Uh huh. And I don't like Beltway Burgers." She teased for a second, and at his soft smile she sobered. The matter had to be put to rest. She'd be damned if she let this incident with Jackson put a cork on their overflowing bottle of non-alcoholic champagne.
"Harm, let it go. Please. For you. For me. For us." Her eyes pleaded with him and once again he found himself giving in to them. Was this what life had in store for him? He sure hoped so.
"I love you, Sarah" and she smiled her brilliant smile, and he offered his flyboy grin, and they knew at once they'd be okay.
"So what was the Admiral talking about by the way? Remember, he said no one's getting any younger?" Mac asked, a curious look in her eyes.
An evil grin spread across Harm's face as he lowered his lips to her neck. "He wants to see a big sparkly rock on your left hand soon. So that we can make little AJ a playmate or two or three or four."
Mac's toes curled as Harm's tongue dipped into the hollow of her collarbone; a soft whisper of his name left her lips, "Harm." She reveled in the feeling of being held in his arms. How long she had waited to feel this sense of…home. Finally, she knew what home meant. It truly wasn't geographical location or a building, but rather the feeling of knowing where one belongs. At that moment in time Sarah Mackenzie knew that she belonged with this one man, from now until they were no longer of this Earth. Her hands traveled across Harm's broad chest and grazed his nipples through his Go Navy t-shirt and each touch of Mac's fingers told Harm how she would forever cherish the sense of home that he had given her.
Harm grasped her left hand in his right and brought it up to his lips. He took a finger into his mouth, suckling it before taking in the next finger and paying it the same attention. When he got to the third finger, he simply said "soon" before returning his lips to her full ones.
Mac ran her hands up around Harm's back and pushed his shirt up his body. He raised his arms to allow her to pull it all the way off. No, his wasn't the body of a 20 year old, or even a 30 year old, but he was just perfect for her liking. He had filled out a little over the years since they had met, but he was still in amazing shape and just the sight of his well-formed torso had Mac getting even hotter than she already was….
LATER THAT NIGHT
THE WALL
Mac stood wrapped in Harm's arms in front of the panel that Lt. Rabb was memorialized on. Each time she was here with Harm, she felt her heart break for him; grieving for the man she loved, who was unable to bring his father home from the vast wilderness of where he last lived. She was still a little nervous that the Rabb tradition would continue and the future would find her at yet another memorial paying tribute to yet another Rabb man, but Mac's heart told her that whether or not the future held that for her, her life was meant to be lived with Harm.
A couple of lines down from Lt. Harmon Rabb, Sr., Harm ran his fingers across another name etched in the stone. "Thank you for trying to find my dad, Lt. Jackson. I know that you would have tried your best to help him. I'm sorry that you weren't able to come home to your son. I hope that he will eventually find the answers to his happiness, just like I've found mine. Please watch over him and keep him safe." He stepped back from the Wall and together with Mac, saluted.
Harm turned to Mac and wrapped her in his arms. He dropped his head to hers and held her tight as two lonely tears ran down his cheeks. "Sarah, I promise that you will never have to bring our children to a wall to visit me."
"Don't make a promise you can't keep, Harm" she murmured.
"I haven't yet. I love you." With those words, he pulled himself up to his full height and held Mac protectively close to his side as they walked away from the names of Lt. Steven Jackson and Lt. Harmon Rabb, Sr. Away from their names on the Wall, but never away from their memories.
END
So sorry it took so long to post this, but I had computer problems and the Mac I was using wouldn't let me upload the document to the site… :) Hope you enjoy the last part... There is an NC-17 version of this last part, as well as part 7… if any of you would like to read it, please e-mail me with an age statement and I'll gladly send it your way…:)
Authors: Damngunnyshot and LeE
Classification: Romance, Some Humor H/M
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to us. It belongs to DPB and CBS. We were just having some fun…
A.N. from Shannon: When Lilly suggested writing a story together, I figured 'oh sure, that'll be fun. Lilly's a great writer. Shouldn't take us too long'. Two outta three ain't bad, right? It *was* fun and you *are* a great writer, and I would like to thank you for being a great co-author! Your humour has gotten me through this experience and it has been a pleasure to work with you. You, the readers, may notice inconsistencies with spellings of certain words. This used to be a direct result of an American (Lilly) co-authoring with a Canadian (me), although I think I'm rubbing off on her-she's starting to spell like a Canadian :-) LOL!!
A.N. from Lilly: Well, what a ride huh Shannon? We certainly had fun writing this, and you're right: it *was* fun, and it *did* take us longer than we expected, but hey! We got it done! :) I guess with both of us being beta readers as well as writers, it was bound to take a little longer…:) Well, if it were for me, this story would've been 1,000 pages long, so I know for a fact we never would've gotten all the ideas in paper had it not been for my great co-author that always kept us on the right track when the ideas were flying everywhere. Thanks Shannon!! As for my "inconsistencies" in spelling, well I can neither confirm nor deny that rumour (rumor?) LOL…
Feedback: If you feel inclined to do so, please send feedback to Lilly at lee_81881@yahoo.com mailto:lee_81881@yahoo.com or to Shannon at damngunnyshot@yahoo.com mailto:damngunnyshot@yahoo.com Thanks!
*FROM PART 9*
"Remember what we talked about last week, Rabb. No one's getting any younger around here." With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to his office, chuckling to himself. Sure, the situation with Commander Jackson was nothing to be happy about, but catching Harm and Mac off guard with comments like those was just too much fun. Some days it rocked to be the JAG.
Seeing Mac's quizzical look, Harm assured her that he would fill her in when they got home.
They had received information from Webb later that afternoon that Peter Jackson had been admitted to a mental institution and would receive excellent care. Harm surprised himself by feeling relieved that Jackson would be under good care. He wondered for the rest of the afternoon where that feeling came from. It was only after Mac offered her suggestion later that evening that he understood.
PART 10
THAT EVENING
HARM'S APARTMENT
Dinner had gone by without a word. Mac offered him her silent support-- knowing that more than anything-- he needed his thoughts in order if he was to ever come to terms with the events of the past week. Looking over at her Sailor, Mac felt her heart twist at the sight of him, sitting on the couch, while he deeply concentrated on an invisible spot ahead of him. Putting the towel away, Mac made her way towards him and sitting down at his side, rested her hand on top of his. Immediately his hand opened beneath hers and his fingers entwined with hers.
"I know it's not my fault, Mac. I know it wasn't my dad's fault either. But… I… can't help but feel like I should've done something, like I had to do something…"
"Harm, maybe you feel like that because if your lives had turned out differently, it might have been you who was mentally unstable. You and your mother took a terrible situation and made the best of yourselves, knowing that that's what your dad would have wanted for you. Maybe his family wasn't as strong, it's hard to say."
Harm absorbed Mac's words and realized that, once again, she was right. Except for one thing that had been eating at him all day since he'd learned the truth about Jackson's past ghosts.
"But Mac, am I so different from him? Look at my obsession with my dad. God, Mac, I ran away from home at 16 to look for him in some godforsaken jungles when all of my friends were at home getting their drivers' licences. I let my search for him consume my life until we went to Russia the first time. Maybe I still obsess about it by continuing to fly Tomcats. If I wasn't obsessed, I could just give up my flight status and just fly Sarah on the weekends, right? I obsess about so many things, Mac. My job, my planes, my 'Vette, even you."
Harm's emotions began to get the best of him as he obsessed about his obsessions. Mac leaned over and wrapped her hands around him to draw him near.
"Me, huh?" she smiled at him to let him know she was only kidding. "Harm, yeah, maybe you do obsess about some things, but eventually you find a way to work through them. By now, I really don't think you are obsessed with flying. I just think it's a part of you. You breathe. You eat rabbit food. You grandstand in court and you fly F14s. That's just you. And I love you anyway."
"I do not grandstand!"
"Uh huh. And I don't like Beltway Burgers." She teased for a second, and at his soft smile she sobered. The matter had to be put to rest. She'd be damned if she let this incident with Jackson put a cork on their overflowing bottle of non-alcoholic champagne.
"Harm, let it go. Please. For you. For me. For us." Her eyes pleaded with him and once again he found himself giving in to them. Was this what life had in store for him? He sure hoped so.
"I love you, Sarah" and she smiled her brilliant smile, and he offered his flyboy grin, and they knew at once they'd be okay.
"So what was the Admiral talking about by the way? Remember, he said no one's getting any younger?" Mac asked, a curious look in her eyes.
An evil grin spread across Harm's face as he lowered his lips to her neck. "He wants to see a big sparkly rock on your left hand soon. So that we can make little AJ a playmate or two or three or four."
Mac's toes curled as Harm's tongue dipped into the hollow of her collarbone; a soft whisper of his name left her lips, "Harm." She reveled in the feeling of being held in his arms. How long she had waited to feel this sense of…home. Finally, she knew what home meant. It truly wasn't geographical location or a building, but rather the feeling of knowing where one belongs. At that moment in time Sarah Mackenzie knew that she belonged with this one man, from now until they were no longer of this Earth. Her hands traveled across Harm's broad chest and grazed his nipples through his Go Navy t-shirt and each touch of Mac's fingers told Harm how she would forever cherish the sense of home that he had given her.
Harm grasped her left hand in his right and brought it up to his lips. He took a finger into his mouth, suckling it before taking in the next finger and paying it the same attention. When he got to the third finger, he simply said "soon" before returning his lips to her full ones.
Mac ran her hands up around Harm's back and pushed his shirt up his body. He raised his arms to allow her to pull it all the way off. No, his wasn't the body of a 20 year old, or even a 30 year old, but he was just perfect for her liking. He had filled out a little over the years since they had met, but he was still in amazing shape and just the sight of his well-formed torso had Mac getting even hotter than she already was….
LATER THAT NIGHT
THE WALL
Mac stood wrapped in Harm's arms in front of the panel that Lt. Rabb was memorialized on. Each time she was here with Harm, she felt her heart break for him; grieving for the man she loved, who was unable to bring his father home from the vast wilderness of where he last lived. She was still a little nervous that the Rabb tradition would continue and the future would find her at yet another memorial paying tribute to yet another Rabb man, but Mac's heart told her that whether or not the future held that for her, her life was meant to be lived with Harm.
A couple of lines down from Lt. Harmon Rabb, Sr., Harm ran his fingers across another name etched in the stone. "Thank you for trying to find my dad, Lt. Jackson. I know that you would have tried your best to help him. I'm sorry that you weren't able to come home to your son. I hope that he will eventually find the answers to his happiness, just like I've found mine. Please watch over him and keep him safe." He stepped back from the Wall and together with Mac, saluted.
Harm turned to Mac and wrapped her in his arms. He dropped his head to hers and held her tight as two lonely tears ran down his cheeks. "Sarah, I promise that you will never have to bring our children to a wall to visit me."
"Don't make a promise you can't keep, Harm" she murmured.
"I haven't yet. I love you." With those words, he pulled himself up to his full height and held Mac protectively close to his side as they walked away from the names of Lt. Steven Jackson and Lt. Harmon Rabb, Sr. Away from their names on the Wall, but never away from their memories.
END