((Mac's POV))
I groan as my alarm clock begins buzzing noisily next to my ear. I swing my arm at the offensive machine and luckily hit it right on the snooze bar amazingly avoiding smashing the lamp next to it. Rubbing at my eyes I slide my legs out over the bed and stand up.
"Holy crap!" I fall back onto the bed gasping in pain. Yeah, Mac, you twisted your ankle remember? I chastise myself inwardly. Okay, slow down Marine, take this one hop to the bathroom at a time. Bouncing up onto my uninjured foot I limp to my restroom. I struggle into my Marine green and put on some makeup.
Deciding its time for some breakfast and a good cup of coffee I wobble back into the kitchen. Grabbing my coffee pot in one hand I move on to the fridge. Throwing it open I grab a box of donuts and proceed to the table, just in time to sit down and realize I need a cup to put my coffee in.
When I've finally eaten a few donuts I pour my wondrous coffee. It's ice cold. Sipping it I make a face briefly before swallowing. Must be at least a day and a half old. Shrugging to myself I drink it anyway in two or three gulps. Thank God for caffeine. Now I just need another Advil for my ankle. I'm afraid to look at it. I don't think I want to know how mangled and bruised it looks.
((Harm's POV))
The door comes in contact with my hand and I wait for it to be opened. A moment or to passes while I stand in the hallway. The door swings open to reveal the loveliest lady I've ever set eyes on.
"Hey, come on in."
"Don't mind if I do. How's the ankle?" I look down to the floor and cringe as she pulls her pant leg up to her knee. Her ankle is pretty badly swollen and a gruesome shade of violet in a few spots. "Are you sure you're okay?" I hope she doesn't act tough now. If she's really hurt I want to know.
"It hurts. A lot." A guilty look washes over her features as she admits the truth.
"Nothing to be ashamed of. You're allowed to be injured now and then, Jarhead. What are you going to do about JAG today?" We. What are we going to do. "Come here," I say putting a supportive arm around her back. We walk over to the couch slowly and sit down.
"I guess I have no choice but to go. I'll just tell the Admiral I'm a little out of it and hope that doing paperwork can occupy me for a day or two." I nod.
"Sounds good to me, Klutz." Glaring at me Mac smacks me playfully on the shoulder.
"Whatch who you call Klutz, Stickboy. I'm still know how to kill with my hands you know. Neither of them are broken, either."
"You don't need your hands to kill just use your looks and personality," I state blatantly. As she begins to ask me if that was a compliment I interrupt her. "I take that back, just use your sharp tongue." A grin spreads over my face as she smacks me again.
"Its going on 0600 Flyboy. We should get going."
"Can you drive?" It seems like a valid question although you drive with your right foot.
"I guess I could pull it off." She glances at me.
"Why don't you just go with me?" I give her my best smile.
"Sure. Let's get going."
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((Mac's POV))
We've made it to the elevator with me only tripping three times. All three times I was trying to walk on my own and I tripped over my foot. It went numb a few minutes ago. Now I'm leaning up against Harm for fear that I'll fall over if I'm not careful. It's nice to just lean against him anyway though.
The doors slide open to reveal the bullpen. It's still early and not may people are here with the exception of Harriet and another Lieutenant.
"You alright now?" Harm asks me and his voice sounds concerned for me.
"I'll try walking again." I don't really want to show that I'm hurt but its difficult. This is evident as I step forward and begin falling over for the fourth time. Harm catches me.
"I guess not, huh?" He puts his arm around my waist again and helps me towards the Admirals office. Harriet looks up as we pass her desk.
"Good morning sir, ma'am. Are you alright ma'am?" Her motherliness leaks through into most everything now that she had little A.J. Its been what, two years now?
"It's Mac, Harriet. I'm fine. I sprained my ankle yesterday. Hopefully I'll just get to do some paperwork today and lay off it. Harm's been nice enough to help me around this morning."
((Harriet's POV))
The elevator doors just opened and Harm and Mac just stepped out. Together. That's not unusual or anything but I take notice anyway. Mac takes a step off and seems to trip. Harm catches her before she can knock herself out on a desk on the way down. Greeting them as they creep by I ask Mac if she's alright. The tough Marine says yes of course.
Something about the two seems different today. They're close to each other and that certain tension that usually has been found between them isn't there. I have to concentrate on not smiling. Something has happened between them. I'll ask Mac about it later.
Saying our farewells for now, the pair heads off to the Admiral's office.
A/N: ?? What do you think? I have a few ideas for what happens next. Reviews are liked…loved!!!