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(Harm's POV)
The first thing I was aware of was someone squeezing my right hand, and soft sobbing. Opening my eyes, I found Mac sitting next to me, trying to control her crying. When she finally looked up at me, I gave her a weak smile.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself; you gave me quite a scare flyboy," she said wiping away her tears.
"Sorry," I said trying to sit up when a sharp pain ran through my chest, Mac pushed me back down.
"Slow down there Sailor. You just had surgery; you have to take it easy."
I closed my eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little"
"Well that's understandable. You did just have surgery."
Then it hit me. Right before the ambulance came, I saw my father standing next to Webb. I grabbed Mac's arm, and pulled her closer to me.
"Mac where's my dad? You saw him right? He really was there?"
"Take a deep breath Harm!" She yelled as she saw me getting panicked.
I laid back down, and covered my face with my hands at the thought of him being alive. Mac gently rubbed my arm as I tried to control myself
"He was here. The Admiral took Trish and him back to our apartment last night. They are keeping an eye on Josh and Luke."
"How?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
"It's a long story flyboy."
"Tell me, please," I begged.
She smiled, and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Webb found out about your Dad being alive four days ago. One of his 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 he found out your father was one of the four, he was on the first plane out to Russia."
"Why didn't he tell me then?" I whispered harshly.
"He wanted to make sure for himself. He didn't want to have to out you through that pain again if it wasn't."
When I didn't answer, she went on.
"Well when Webb found out it was him; he made sure that your dad was being looked after and that the others were debriefed. The President was informed the day that they were found, and now that they are all back with there families, the president made a formal announcement yesterday."
"I thought he was dead. Nina's story-"
"He wasn't killed. Sergei's uncle knew that, but told her he was. He took your Dad to a doctor in town who saved him. Someone from the KGB found out, and your dad was recaptured soon after that."
I tried to fight back the tears, but I couldn't.
"Can you call him for me?"
"Later flyboy; it's only five thirty, let them sleep in."
"What's today?"
"Monday"
"The 15th?"
"Yep, you almost slept through Christmas."
I laughed for the first time in days.
"My dad's alive," I whispered.
"He and your mom haven't left each others side."
"Sergei!"
"Relax flyboy, he's okay."
"Does Dad know?"
"Yeah, I explained it to him the day before yesterday."
"How did he take it?"
"To say he was surprised would be a big understatement.
"They have a lot of catching up to do."
"So do you. Harm, we didn't tell him about you being in the military. We all thought you should do that."
"You did?"
"Thank you."
"We were all so worried about you Harm. Why didn't you tell me that you were stressed?"
"I didn't want to stress you out too Sarah. I mean with everything that happened. You, Josh, the baby, Jim, I just wanted you to heal."
She turned my head to face her, and took both of my hands in hers.
"Harm we are in this together, remember? If something is bothering you Harm, you need to tell me. I am your wife. I almost lost you," She choked the last few words out.
She choked back another sob, and turned away from me. I sat up and took her in my arms.
"I'm sorry Sarah. I'm so sorry; you're right. I'm should have told you. I promise no more secrets."
I slid over and she climbed in the bed with me. We laid like that for awhile, just holding each other. When the doctor came in he laughed, breaking up our Hallmark moment.
"Mr. Rabb I don't think you are quiet ready for that yet."
Mac and I laughed as she moved into the chair next to my bed.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Like I have an elephant sitting on my chest," I admitted stealing a glance at Mac.
"Well I'll make sure the nurse gives you something for the pain. But it is going to hurt for a few days. I want to keep you in the hospital for one more day, but then you can go home; and NO stress."
"Yes sir"
"Don't worry doctor; I'll make sure that he takes it easy."
"Good; get some rest Mr. Rabb. I'll check in with you later."
As soon as the doctor left, Mac reclaimed her spot next to me.
"Now this is taking it easy," I said pulling her closer.
"Promise me something Harm," she said running her hand lightly over my chest.
"Anything," I said kissing her forehead.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me," she whispered.
"I promise you that I'll never leave you. Butch and Sundance, remember? We go together. Sarah?"
But when I looked down at her, she was already fast asleep. I kissed her again, and closed my eyes.
"Goodnight Sarah," I whispered.
(Fade out)
(Harm Sr. POV)
(About ten A.M)
As soon as visitor hours started at the hospital, Trish drove me down there. Trish wouldn't tell me much about Harm, just telling me that he would want to tell me all of that. She did tell me about his wife though. The thought of my son being married, with two boys made me proud as it was. What more could there be?
I had to keep reminding myself that I have more then one son. I couldn't believe one night Nina, gave me another son. I was afraid Trish would be mad at me, but she was very understanding. She told me about her marriage to Frank some years after they said I was dead, and I told her that I was glad she found someone to make her happy, and give my son a father, she gave me the strangest look, but didn't say anything. I suppose that the thought of Frank still might be a little upsetting for her, so I didn't say anything.
Last night, for the first time in thirty years, holding my wife felt like heaven. I never stopped loving her or Harm, and never stopped thinking about them. I smiled at the thought of the last time I saw little Harm. But he wasn't so little anymore. I used to think he would make one hell of a pilot, but after I was shot down, I hoped he wouldn't be. I wanted him to have a safe job, like a lawyer or a doctor. I didn't want his family to have to go through the same thing that he went through.
Seeing all of Harm's friends at the hospital, I knew that my son was a well loved man. And holding my little grandson for the first time last night, I knew my son did well. I couldn't have been more proud of him. I was worried about him though. Josh told me all about all the stress Harm has been under and I figured that must have been the reason for his heart attack.
As we walked down the hallway to his room, I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. It hit me that today I would be seeing my not so little boy after thirty years. When I first knew I was going home, I was crushed by the thought that he might not even remember me, but now I was nervous about what to say to him after so long. Taking a deep breath I opened the door, and let Trish go in before me.
Sarah was holding his hand, and they were laughing about something. I locked eyes with my son, but the look on his face wasn't reassuring. A mixture of hurt and confusion crossed his face. And that's when I ran. I couldn't face my son. I couldn't explain to him why I crashed, why I betrayed him and his mother. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran.
TBC
(Harm's POV)
The first thing I was aware of was someone squeezing my right hand, and soft sobbing. Opening my eyes, I found Mac sitting next to me, trying to control her crying. When she finally looked up at me, I gave her a weak smile.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself; you gave me quite a scare flyboy," she said wiping away her tears.
"Sorry," I said trying to sit up when a sharp pain ran through my chest, Mac pushed me back down.
"Slow down there Sailor. You just had surgery; you have to take it easy."
I closed my eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little"
"Well that's understandable. You did just have surgery."
Then it hit me. Right before the ambulance came, I saw my father standing next to Webb. I grabbed Mac's arm, and pulled her closer to me.
"Mac where's my dad? You saw him right? He really was there?"
"Take a deep breath Harm!" She yelled as she saw me getting panicked.
I laid back down, and covered my face with my hands at the thought of him being alive. Mac gently rubbed my arm as I tried to control myself
"He was here. The Admiral took Trish and him back to our apartment last night. They are keeping an eye on Josh and Luke."
"How?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
"It's a long story flyboy."
"Tell me, please," I begged.
She smiled, and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Webb found out about your Dad being alive four days ago. One of his 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 he found out your father was one of the four, he was on the first plane out to Russia."
"Why didn't he tell me then?" I whispered harshly.
"He wanted to make sure for himself. He didn't want to have to out you through that pain again if it wasn't."
When I didn't answer, she went on.
"Well when Webb found out it was him; he made sure that your dad was being looked after and that the others were debriefed. The President was informed the day that they were found, and now that they are all back with there families, the president made a formal announcement yesterday."
"I thought he was dead. Nina's story-"
"He wasn't killed. Sergei's uncle knew that, but told her he was. He took your Dad to a doctor in town who saved him. Someone from the KGB found out, and your dad was recaptured soon after that."
I tried to fight back the tears, but I couldn't.
"Can you call him for me?"
"Later flyboy; it's only five thirty, let them sleep in."
"What's today?"
"Monday"
"The 15th?"
"Yep, you almost slept through Christmas."
I laughed for the first time in days.
"My dad's alive," I whispered.
"He and your mom haven't left each others side."
"Sergei!"
"Relax flyboy, he's okay."
"Does Dad know?"
"Yeah, I explained it to him the day before yesterday."
"How did he take it?"
"To say he was surprised would be a big understatement.
"They have a lot of catching up to do."
"So do you. Harm, we didn't tell him about you being in the military. We all thought you should do that."
"You did?"
"Thank you."
"We were all so worried about you Harm. Why didn't you tell me that you were stressed?"
"I didn't want to stress you out too Sarah. I mean with everything that happened. You, Josh, the baby, Jim, I just wanted you to heal."
She turned my head to face her, and took both of my hands in hers.
"Harm we are in this together, remember? If something is bothering you Harm, you need to tell me. I am your wife. I almost lost you," She choked the last few words out.
She choked back another sob, and turned away from me. I sat up and took her in my arms.
"I'm sorry Sarah. I'm so sorry; you're right. I'm should have told you. I promise no more secrets."
I slid over and she climbed in the bed with me. We laid like that for awhile, just holding each other. When the doctor came in he laughed, breaking up our Hallmark moment.
"Mr. Rabb I don't think you are quiet ready for that yet."
Mac and I laughed as she moved into the chair next to my bed.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Like I have an elephant sitting on my chest," I admitted stealing a glance at Mac.
"Well I'll make sure the nurse gives you something for the pain. But it is going to hurt for a few days. I want to keep you in the hospital for one more day, but then you can go home; and NO stress."
"Yes sir"
"Don't worry doctor; I'll make sure that he takes it easy."
"Good; get some rest Mr. Rabb. I'll check in with you later."
As soon as the doctor left, Mac reclaimed her spot next to me.
"Now this is taking it easy," I said pulling her closer.
"Promise me something Harm," she said running her hand lightly over my chest.
"Anything," I said kissing her forehead.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me," she whispered.
"I promise you that I'll never leave you. Butch and Sundance, remember? We go together. Sarah?"
But when I looked down at her, she was already fast asleep. I kissed her again, and closed my eyes.
"Goodnight Sarah," I whispered.
(Fade out)
(Harm Sr. POV)
(About ten A.M)
As soon as visitor hours started at the hospital, Trish drove me down there. Trish wouldn't tell me much about Harm, just telling me that he would want to tell me all of that. She did tell me about his wife though. The thought of my son being married, with two boys made me proud as it was. What more could there be?
I had to keep reminding myself that I have more then one son. I couldn't believe one night Nina, gave me another son. I was afraid Trish would be mad at me, but she was very understanding. She told me about her marriage to Frank some years after they said I was dead, and I told her that I was glad she found someone to make her happy, and give my son a father, she gave me the strangest look, but didn't say anything. I suppose that the thought of Frank still might be a little upsetting for her, so I didn't say anything.
Last night, for the first time in thirty years, holding my wife felt like heaven. I never stopped loving her or Harm, and never stopped thinking about them. I smiled at the thought of the last time I saw little Harm. But he wasn't so little anymore. I used to think he would make one hell of a pilot, but after I was shot down, I hoped he wouldn't be. I wanted him to have a safe job, like a lawyer or a doctor. I didn't want his family to have to go through the same thing that he went through.
Seeing all of Harm's friends at the hospital, I knew that my son was a well loved man. And holding my little grandson for the first time last night, I knew my son did well. I couldn't have been more proud of him. I was worried about him though. Josh told me all about all the stress Harm has been under and I figured that must have been the reason for his heart attack.
As we walked down the hallway to his room, I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. It hit me that today I would be seeing my not so little boy after thirty years. When I first knew I was going home, I was crushed by the thought that he might not even remember me, but now I was nervous about what to say to him after so long. Taking a deep breath I opened the door, and let Trish go in before me.
Sarah was holding his hand, and they were laughing about something. I locked eyes with my son, but the look on his face wasn't reassuring. A mixture of hurt and confusion crossed his face. And that's when I ran. I couldn't face my son. I couldn't explain to him why I crashed, why I betrayed him and his mother. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran.
TBC