(A/N: Standard Disclaimers: I'm not a big Lone Star fan, but
this song fit in with what I was writing. The Lone Star song
and JAG do not belong to me, this only for fun. See authors
note at the bottom.)
After a long talk, and some pleading with the Admiral, he allowed me three weeks of leave. As much as I wanted to be helping out Jim, I knew I would be paying for all of my time off during the holidays, which meant, less time with Mac and Trey. I felt kind of weird as the plane was taking off. I felt as if something weren't right, but I shook it off, and concentrated on seeing Jim again. Sighing as I buckled myself in; this was going to be the longest three weeks of my life. I grabbed the complimentary headphones and turned them on. I know I would have to probably pay for it, but I don't care, I need the distraction. Pulling out the picture of Mac and Trey out of my wallet, I closed my eyes, and let the music lull me to sleep
Got a picture of you I carry in my heart
Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark
Got a memory of you I carry in my soul
I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold
If you asked me how I'm doin' I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by.
Fade out
Landing at the airport almost twenty four hours latter, I searched the crowd looking for Martha and Jim. I haven't seen either of them in almost twenty years, but I was glad they called me to help. I spotted Martha waiting by the flight desk. She looked as if she had aged twenty years since I have seen her last, but she still had that same look in her eyes. She saw me and smiled, slowly making her way over to me.
"Harm!"
"Hey Martha, it's good to see you," I said giving her a hug.
"You too! Thank you so much for coming all the way out here to help us. I didn't know who else to turn to."
"How is Jim?"
"Not much better. The doctor said he should stay in bed for another week or two. I can't tell you how happy he will be to see you again."
"Well I can't wait to see the old man either," I said giving her a teasing smile.
"Look who's talking, I hear you'll be over the hill soon yourself."
I laugh, while picking up my bag; "not yet Martha, not yet."
Fade in
(Mac's POV)
It's been three days now since Harm has left for Ireland, and I don't believe how much I miss him. I'm glad he took his cell phone, so we can talk every once and awhile. I know he is busy helping out his friend, but I wish he could call more. After I put Trey down for bed, I wander aimlessly around the house looking for something to do. I never realized how quiet it was around here without Harm. I jumped when the phone rang, but sighed silently when I heard Harriet's voice on the other end.
"How are you ma'am?"
"Harriet we are both off duty, you can call me Mac, you know," I said trying not to laugh.
"Sorry Mac, so how are you holding up? Did you hear from the Commander?"
"Trey and I are doing okay, and I heard from Harm a few days ago. They are keeping him real busy out there."
"Doing what?"
"Oh odd jobs, you know like fixing the roof, and some farming."
Harriet laughed, "I can't really see the Commander farming."
I laughed at the thought of Harm on a tractor. Just then I heard little AJ screaming in the back round.
"Uh oh, sorry ma'am, sounds like little AJ is up, I'll talk to you latter."
After I hung up, I sighed again and sat down next to the phone. Pull yourself together marine, Harm isn't going to be gone forever, just two more weeks.
still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark
Wishin' you were next to me, your head against my heart
If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by
Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days
Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by.
TBC
(A/N: Please tell me what you think, and don't worry I'll eventually get to the plot as soon as I figure it out. The problem is that I want to write something original. Not like Mac being kidnapped by Palmer (Which I have already done) so the next few chapters might take longer. As soon as I figure out where the story is going I'll get a title in. Thanks for your patience. Also I have changed Treys age to ten months instead of one. The timeline for this is obviously in the future. Everyone is back at JAG except for Singer.)
After a long talk, and some pleading with the Admiral, he allowed me three weeks of leave. As much as I wanted to be helping out Jim, I knew I would be paying for all of my time off during the holidays, which meant, less time with Mac and Trey. I felt kind of weird as the plane was taking off. I felt as if something weren't right, but I shook it off, and concentrated on seeing Jim again. Sighing as I buckled myself in; this was going to be the longest three weeks of my life. I grabbed the complimentary headphones and turned them on. I know I would have to probably pay for it, but I don't care, I need the distraction. Pulling out the picture of Mac and Trey out of my wallet, I closed my eyes, and let the music lull me to sleep
Got a picture of you I carry in my heart
Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark
Got a memory of you I carry in my soul
I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold
If you asked me how I'm doin' I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by.
Fade out
Landing at the airport almost twenty four hours latter, I searched the crowd looking for Martha and Jim. I haven't seen either of them in almost twenty years, but I was glad they called me to help. I spotted Martha waiting by the flight desk. She looked as if she had aged twenty years since I have seen her last, but she still had that same look in her eyes. She saw me and smiled, slowly making her way over to me.
"Harm!"
"Hey Martha, it's good to see you," I said giving her a hug.
"You too! Thank you so much for coming all the way out here to help us. I didn't know who else to turn to."
"How is Jim?"
"Not much better. The doctor said he should stay in bed for another week or two. I can't tell you how happy he will be to see you again."
"Well I can't wait to see the old man either," I said giving her a teasing smile.
"Look who's talking, I hear you'll be over the hill soon yourself."
I laugh, while picking up my bag; "not yet Martha, not yet."
Fade in
(Mac's POV)
It's been three days now since Harm has left for Ireland, and I don't believe how much I miss him. I'm glad he took his cell phone, so we can talk every once and awhile. I know he is busy helping out his friend, but I wish he could call more. After I put Trey down for bed, I wander aimlessly around the house looking for something to do. I never realized how quiet it was around here without Harm. I jumped when the phone rang, but sighed silently when I heard Harriet's voice on the other end.
"How are you ma'am?"
"Harriet we are both off duty, you can call me Mac, you know," I said trying not to laugh.
"Sorry Mac, so how are you holding up? Did you hear from the Commander?"
"Trey and I are doing okay, and I heard from Harm a few days ago. They are keeping him real busy out there."
"Doing what?"
"Oh odd jobs, you know like fixing the roof, and some farming."
Harriet laughed, "I can't really see the Commander farming."
I laughed at the thought of Harm on a tractor. Just then I heard little AJ screaming in the back round.
"Uh oh, sorry ma'am, sounds like little AJ is up, I'll talk to you latter."
After I hung up, I sighed again and sat down next to the phone. Pull yourself together marine, Harm isn't going to be gone forever, just two more weeks.
still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark
Wishin' you were next to me, your head against my heart
If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by
Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days
Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by.
TBC
(A/N: Please tell me what you think, and don't worry I'll eventually get to the plot as soon as I figure it out. The problem is that I want to write something original. Not like Mac being kidnapped by Palmer (Which I have already done) so the next few chapters might take longer. As soon as I figure out where the story is going I'll get a title in. Thanks for your patience. Also I have changed Treys age to ten months instead of one. The timeline for this is obviously in the future. Everyone is back at JAG except for Singer.)