(A/N: So sorry it took me this long to update. Standard
disclaimer applies, the song I'm using isn't mine, and I'm
just borrowing it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!)
(Webb's POV)
When the paramedics got here and stabilized Harm, I could tell Mac was torn between going with him and staying and figuring out what was going on.
"Mac, go. I'll take care of them."
She tossed me her keys, "take my car when you come down. It has the car seat in it."
After they had left, I could tell that Trish was coming around. Wanting to get to the hospital to check on Harm as soon as possible, I had to think quickly.
Telling Singer and Sergei to drive Trish down to the hospital, I told Josh to get the baby, and pulled Harm Sr. to the car. He seemed confused and pleaded with me to let him stay with his wife.
"Later, right now we need to get down to the hospital!"
He reluctantly followed me to the car, and as soon as Josh got Luke strapped in we were headed towards the highway. Harm Sr. bombarded me with questions about what was wrong with Harm, and what the hell has been going on. I avoid the questions and concentrate on driving.
When I saw the lights flashing up ahead, I knew it wasn't good. Traffic was at a total stand still. There was a three car pile up ahead with cops everywhere. I knew we weren't going to be moving anytime soon.
"Damn it," I cursed silently.
"Now can you tell me?" he asked quietly.
"Tell you what?"
"About my son; why he is having a heart attack at thirty six, (A/N: I know he's not thirty six, more like forty, but go with me on this.) And who are the kids in the back seat?"
I sighed, knowing I couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer.
"The kid in the back is Josh. Harm and Mac adopted him a few days ago after his mom died. Harm and his father were old friends. His father died when he was six. The baby in the carrier is there son Luke, who is about three days old."
"Mac?" he asked.
"The woman, who went with him to the hospital, is his wife Sarah. We call her Mac for short."
"Sarah," he muttered, probably thinking about the other Sarah Rabb in his life, I guessed.
(Josh's POV)
As Mr. Webb went on to explain how much stress Harm has been under, I sat quietly and prayed that Harm was okay. I already lost one father; I didn't want to lose another. I pulled my CD player from under the seat and slipped them on. Luke was asleep, and I really couldn't stand to listen to any more talk about Harm, because then I would have to come to the inevitable conclusion that Harm might die. Hasn't enough happened to this family already? Why now? We were just getting things back to normal, and know this. I turned up the next song and closed my eyes, praying that this was all just a bad dream.
Hello my friend
We meet again
It's been a while
Where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart
Are memories
Of perfect love that
You gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
We've seen our share
Of ups and downs
Oh, how quickly life
Can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and
Within your mind
Let's find peace there
'Cause when you are
With me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
I just want to
Say hello again
I just want to
Say hello again
When you are with me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
'Cause when you are
With me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
My sacrifice
(I just want to
Say hello again)
I just want to
Say hello again
My sacrifice
I was about to hit the repeat button, when the car started moving again. I took off my headphones, and rested my head against the cool glass. Mr. Webb was talking about how harm and Mac were trying to permanently adopt me, when we pulled into the parking lot at Bethesda.
(Mac's POV)
I couldn't think straight. Harm was taken up to surgery a few minutes ago, his chances being fifty-fifty. They've confirmed the heart attack, and know they were trying to do some procedure to try and clean up his arteries. But that wasn't the only thing on my mind. The fact that Harm's father was standing in my living room was beyond belief. How in the hell was he alive after all these years?
Thirty minutes and four seconds after the doctor came to talk to me, Webb, Harm Sr., Josh, who was carrying Luke, was headed my way.
"How is he?" Josh asked slightly out of breath for carrying Luke.
"He's still in surgery," I said taking Luke from him.
I take a long look at Harm Sr., before turning to Webb.
"How?-"
"How did I get Harm's father to rise from the dead? It's a long story, and I would rather wait till everyone gets here and Harm is out of surgery. That way I don't have to tell it twice. What did the doctor say?"
"They've confirmed the heart attack, and the doctors are trying to clean up the blockage. It should be another hour or two."
Twenty more minutes passed before Trish, Singer, and Sergei arrived. After filling them in on Harm's condition, they all sat down, except for Trish. Webb leaned over and told me he didn't tell Harm Sr. about Sergei.
"Why the hell not?"
"I didn't know how."
Trish and Harm Sr. stood there awhile and just started at each other. The tears ran down her face as she stood there looking at her not so dead husband. Sergei held on to Singer's hand as he took a good look at the father he never knew. Trish took his hand and led him away to a private spot where they could talk in private.
Sergei and Singer walked over to me a minute later.
"Mac, what is going on?" He asked me.
"I don't know Sergei, Webb said he would explain it to us as soon as Harm was well enough to hear it."
"That could be days!" Singer almost shouted earning her a look from a near by nurse.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was right.
"She's right Webb, just tell us now. I'll explain it to Harm."
"I can't tell you much."
"But you are going to tell us all of it!" The Admiral yelled coming towards us with Sturgis close behind.
At my surprised look at seeing them here, Singer spoke up. "I called them from the road Colonel, I thought they should know."
I bit my tongue, from saying anything inappropriate in front of Josh.
Webb cleared his throat and sighed, just as Harm Sr. and Trish joined us. The Admiral and Sturgis introduced themselves.
"It's nice to meet you sir," Harm Sr. said quietly.
"Start explaining Webb," the Admiral said in a low threatening voice.
"I was made aware of the situation three days ago. One of our ops teams stumbled upon an old jail, where they found four prisoners of war. They were quietly taken to the base, where they were debriefed and were being looked after by the doctors. When I found out that Harm's father was one of the four, I was on the first plane out to Russia."
"Why didn't you tell us then?" The Admiral asked.
"Because I wanted to make sure it was him. I know what Harm has been through trying to find his father, and I didn't want to get Harm's hopes up if it wasn't him."
"What do you mean, 'all Harm has been though trying to find me'?" Harm Sr. asked.
"You should let Harm explain that to you sir," I said before anyone else could speak up.
"So what happened next?" Sturgis asked.
"Well when I found out it was him; I made sure that he was being looked after and that the others were debriefed. The President was informed the day that they were found, and know that they are all back with there families, the president will be making a formal announcement tomorrow."
"But Webb, it doesn't make sense. Harm was told that his father was killed trying to save-" I began, but Webb cut me off before I could finish.
"But he wasn't killed. Sergei's uncle knew that and took him to a doctor in town who saved him. Harm Sr. was recaptured soon after that."
"Who is Sergei?" Harm Sr. asked.
We all looked to Sergei who was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He took a deep breath and looked at his father.
(A/N: I don't know Sergei's mother's name, so I'm making one up.)
"I am Nina's son," he paused waiting for a reaction. "I am your son."
The silence was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. Sergei pulled a photo of his mother and Harm Sr. out of his wallet and showed it to him. Harm Sr. looked confusingly at his wife, who gave him a sad nod.
"My son?" He whispered.
After a minute of stunned silence, Harm Sr. held his son for the first time. They talked for a few minutes in Russian, while the Admiral and Sturgis came over to talk with me.
"That's a reunion long overdue," The Admiral mussed.
"Yes sir, it is."
"How are you holding up?" Sturgis asked.
"I'll be okay, once I know how Harm is doing."
Almost as if on cue, the doctor appeared.
"How is he doctor," I said jumping to my feet.
He motioned for me to step away from the group, and talk with him. I handed Luke to Sturgis, and went over to the doctor.
"Mr. Rabb seems like a very healthy man. Do you what could have caused so much stress?"
I pointed to the group of people behind me, "take your pick."
The doctor nodded in understanding.
"How is he?"
"He is doing very well considering. The procedure went well, and he should be making a full recovery. But you need to make sure that you keep his stress down to a bare minimum. He isn't as young as he used to be, and his heart can't take all that stress."
"Can I see him now?"
"Only for a minute; the nurse at the desk will show you to his room. I'll tell the rest of the group the good news."
"Thank you doctor," I said hurrying over to the nurse's desk. Thank God he was okay.
TBC
(A/N: Wow! Nine pages! My biggest update ever! I hope this chapter explained a lot of things. But don't stop reading this yet, there is still much more to come including Harm's reunion with his father.)
(Webb's POV)
When the paramedics got here and stabilized Harm, I could tell Mac was torn between going with him and staying and figuring out what was going on.
"Mac, go. I'll take care of them."
She tossed me her keys, "take my car when you come down. It has the car seat in it."
After they had left, I could tell that Trish was coming around. Wanting to get to the hospital to check on Harm as soon as possible, I had to think quickly.
Telling Singer and Sergei to drive Trish down to the hospital, I told Josh to get the baby, and pulled Harm Sr. to the car. He seemed confused and pleaded with me to let him stay with his wife.
"Later, right now we need to get down to the hospital!"
He reluctantly followed me to the car, and as soon as Josh got Luke strapped in we were headed towards the highway. Harm Sr. bombarded me with questions about what was wrong with Harm, and what the hell has been going on. I avoid the questions and concentrate on driving.
When I saw the lights flashing up ahead, I knew it wasn't good. Traffic was at a total stand still. There was a three car pile up ahead with cops everywhere. I knew we weren't going to be moving anytime soon.
"Damn it," I cursed silently.
"Now can you tell me?" he asked quietly.
"Tell you what?"
"About my son; why he is having a heart attack at thirty six, (A/N: I know he's not thirty six, more like forty, but go with me on this.) And who are the kids in the back seat?"
I sighed, knowing I couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer.
"The kid in the back is Josh. Harm and Mac adopted him a few days ago after his mom died. Harm and his father were old friends. His father died when he was six. The baby in the carrier is there son Luke, who is about three days old."
"Mac?" he asked.
"The woman, who went with him to the hospital, is his wife Sarah. We call her Mac for short."
"Sarah," he muttered, probably thinking about the other Sarah Rabb in his life, I guessed.
(Josh's POV)
As Mr. Webb went on to explain how much stress Harm has been under, I sat quietly and prayed that Harm was okay. I already lost one father; I didn't want to lose another. I pulled my CD player from under the seat and slipped them on. Luke was asleep, and I really couldn't stand to listen to any more talk about Harm, because then I would have to come to the inevitable conclusion that Harm might die. Hasn't enough happened to this family already? Why now? We were just getting things back to normal, and know this. I turned up the next song and closed my eyes, praying that this was all just a bad dream.
Hello my friend
We meet again
It's been a while
Where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart
Are memories
Of perfect love that
You gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
We've seen our share
Of ups and downs
Oh, how quickly life
Can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and
Within your mind
Let's find peace there
'Cause when you are
With me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
I just want to
Say hello again
I just want to
Say hello again
When you are with me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
'Cause when you are
With me
I'm free, I'm careless
I believe
Above all the others
We'll fly
This brings tears
To my eyes
My sacrifice
My sacrifice
(I just want to
Say hello again)
I just want to
Say hello again
My sacrifice
I was about to hit the repeat button, when the car started moving again. I took off my headphones, and rested my head against the cool glass. Mr. Webb was talking about how harm and Mac were trying to permanently adopt me, when we pulled into the parking lot at Bethesda.
(Mac's POV)
I couldn't think straight. Harm was taken up to surgery a few minutes ago, his chances being fifty-fifty. They've confirmed the heart attack, and know they were trying to do some procedure to try and clean up his arteries. But that wasn't the only thing on my mind. The fact that Harm's father was standing in my living room was beyond belief. How in the hell was he alive after all these years?
Thirty minutes and four seconds after the doctor came to talk to me, Webb, Harm Sr., Josh, who was carrying Luke, was headed my way.
"How is he?" Josh asked slightly out of breath for carrying Luke.
"He's still in surgery," I said taking Luke from him.
I take a long look at Harm Sr., before turning to Webb.
"How?-"
"How did I get Harm's father to rise from the dead? It's a long story, and I would rather wait till everyone gets here and Harm is out of surgery. That way I don't have to tell it twice. What did the doctor say?"
"They've confirmed the heart attack, and the doctors are trying to clean up the blockage. It should be another hour or two."
Twenty more minutes passed before Trish, Singer, and Sergei arrived. After filling them in on Harm's condition, they all sat down, except for Trish. Webb leaned over and told me he didn't tell Harm Sr. about Sergei.
"Why the hell not?"
"I didn't know how."
Trish and Harm Sr. stood there awhile and just started at each other. The tears ran down her face as she stood there looking at her not so dead husband. Sergei held on to Singer's hand as he took a good look at the father he never knew. Trish took his hand and led him away to a private spot where they could talk in private.
Sergei and Singer walked over to me a minute later.
"Mac, what is going on?" He asked me.
"I don't know Sergei, Webb said he would explain it to us as soon as Harm was well enough to hear it."
"That could be days!" Singer almost shouted earning her a look from a near by nurse.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was right.
"She's right Webb, just tell us now. I'll explain it to Harm."
"I can't tell you much."
"But you are going to tell us all of it!" The Admiral yelled coming towards us with Sturgis close behind.
At my surprised look at seeing them here, Singer spoke up. "I called them from the road Colonel, I thought they should know."
I bit my tongue, from saying anything inappropriate in front of Josh.
Webb cleared his throat and sighed, just as Harm Sr. and Trish joined us. The Admiral and Sturgis introduced themselves.
"It's nice to meet you sir," Harm Sr. said quietly.
"Start explaining Webb," the Admiral said in a low threatening voice.
"I was made aware of the situation three days ago. One of our ops teams stumbled upon an old jail, where they found four prisoners of war. They were quietly taken to the base, where they were debriefed and were being looked after by the doctors. When I found out that Harm's father was one of the four, I was on the first plane out to Russia."
"Why didn't you tell us then?" The Admiral asked.
"Because I wanted to make sure it was him. I know what Harm has been through trying to find his father, and I didn't want to get Harm's hopes up if it wasn't him."
"What do you mean, 'all Harm has been though trying to find me'?" Harm Sr. asked.
"You should let Harm explain that to you sir," I said before anyone else could speak up.
"So what happened next?" Sturgis asked.
"Well when I found out it was him; I made sure that he was being looked after and that the others were debriefed. The President was informed the day that they were found, and know that they are all back with there families, the president will be making a formal announcement tomorrow."
"But Webb, it doesn't make sense. Harm was told that his father was killed trying to save-" I began, but Webb cut me off before I could finish.
"But he wasn't killed. Sergei's uncle knew that and took him to a doctor in town who saved him. Harm Sr. was recaptured soon after that."
"Who is Sergei?" Harm Sr. asked.
We all looked to Sergei who was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He took a deep breath and looked at his father.
(A/N: I don't know Sergei's mother's name, so I'm making one up.)
"I am Nina's son," he paused waiting for a reaction. "I am your son."
The silence was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. Sergei pulled a photo of his mother and Harm Sr. out of his wallet and showed it to him. Harm Sr. looked confusingly at his wife, who gave him a sad nod.
"My son?" He whispered.
After a minute of stunned silence, Harm Sr. held his son for the first time. They talked for a few minutes in Russian, while the Admiral and Sturgis came over to talk with me.
"That's a reunion long overdue," The Admiral mussed.
"Yes sir, it is."
"How are you holding up?" Sturgis asked.
"I'll be okay, once I know how Harm is doing."
Almost as if on cue, the doctor appeared.
"How is he doctor," I said jumping to my feet.
He motioned for me to step away from the group, and talk with him. I handed Luke to Sturgis, and went over to the doctor.
"Mr. Rabb seems like a very healthy man. Do you what could have caused so much stress?"
I pointed to the group of people behind me, "take your pick."
The doctor nodded in understanding.
"How is he?"
"He is doing very well considering. The procedure went well, and he should be making a full recovery. But you need to make sure that you keep his stress down to a bare minimum. He isn't as young as he used to be, and his heart can't take all that stress."
"Can I see him now?"
"Only for a minute; the nurse at the desk will show you to his room. I'll tell the rest of the group the good news."
"Thank you doctor," I said hurrying over to the nurse's desk. Thank God he was okay.
TBC
(A/N: Wow! Nine pages! My biggest update ever! I hope this chapter explained a lot of things. But don't stop reading this yet, there is still much more to come including Harm's reunion with his father.)