A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending to my little trilogy. For one thing, since
the holidays are coming up, I wanted to get into the holiday spirit, and
secondly, I had just run out of places to go with my trilogy. This is a
little Christmas story I have written. I will write other stories after the
holidays, and after I am done with my semester finals in early January!
smiles
A/N2: Thanks to all of you who have reviewed all of my other stories. Your comments have helped me a lot.
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1600 ZULU, Christmas Eve..
"Why haven't you left yet, Marine?" asked Harm, barging into her office.
"Why haven't YOU left yet, Sailor?" Mac smirked her reply. She picked up a stack of files, and stood up.
"Put the files down and back away from the desk.." Said Harm dramatically.
"Excuse me?" asked Mac, rather flustered by his attitude.
"You're not taking work with you over Christmas." Harm explained. "It's just not natural."
"Oh, really?" Mac laughed. "And why shouldn't I? It's not like I have any huge plans for Christmas or anything.." Mac sighed.
"Well, now you do." Grinned Harm.
"What do you mean?" asked Mac suspiciously.
"You're coming to California and spending Christmas with me and my family." He announced.
"I am?" Mac was confused.
"Yep." Harm smiled, tossing her her coat and a plane ticket.
"You had this planned, didn't you?" Mac smirked.
"Nah, my mom said she wanted you to come.. I didn't really PLAN anything." He admitted.
"Oh. Well, in that case, when do we leave?" Mac laughed.
"In about an hour." Harm whispered.
"Harmon Rabb Jr.!" Mac yelled, slapping him on his arm. "That gives me what, fifteen minutes to get packed if we want to actually get on the plane on time?! Oh, you make me so mad sometimes!" she whined.
Washington-Dulles Int'l Airport Washington, DC Forty Five Minutes Later.
"See, the plane's been delayed.." Harm pointed. "We didn't have to rush after all."
"Shut up, Commander." Whined Mac sourly.
A group of people clad in their winter clothes stopped in front of Harm and Mac's seats, looked up, and began to sing "Angels We Have Heard on High".
Mac smiled. "Carolers at the airport. That's got to be a new one." she began to hum along with the song.
Harm laughed. "Why don't you join them, ninja-girl?" he suggested.
"No." said Mac firmly. "Besides, we can board the plane now." she pointed.
"Let's go then." Said Harm, and, surprising Mac and himself, grabbed her hand. He was surprised when she didn't pull back.
"Yeah. Let's go." She decided nervously.
The plane ride was uneventful. For the most part, Harm and Mac just chatted idly about various things, and soon, the plane ride was over. Trish and Frank met Harm and Mac as soon as they got off the plane.
"Mac, dear!" exclaimed Trish, hugging Mac in a most constrictive way. Mac smiled. "So nice to see you, dear. I wasn't sure if Harm would be able to convince you to come.."
"It didn't take much convincing." smiled Mac sweetly. "I'd love spending Christmas with your family."
"I'm sure you would dear." Trish smiled. She leaned over, whispering in Mac's ear, "But of course, Harm is thrilled that you would come, too."
Mac blushed at her comment, and glanced toward Harm, who had already got all of their bags. "Let's go home!" he grinned his Flyboy Grin as he looked at Mac.
At Trish and Frank's house, Harm also unloaded all the baggage, much to Mac's protest. When he was done dragging them all inside, his mother gave her a tour of their house. Mac was astounded by the beauty of it all. She stopped in the living room. A beautiful six foot Christmas tree was up, and on the mantle of the fire place sat a picture of Harm's dad. Mac studied it. It had to have been taken right before his plane went down. She glanced toward Harm. His face had clouded over with thought. She knew what he was thinking about, but she wasn't sure how she was going to help him through it.
"Harm." she whispered. She was glad to see him snap out of his little trance and look her in the eyes. "You okay?" she asked understandingly.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I'll be fine."
"Promise me?" she smiled.
"I promise. Merry Christmas, Marine." Harm grinned thoughtfully.
A/N: Chapter 2 comin' up! Merry XMAS everyone!
A/N2: Thanks to all of you who have reviewed all of my other stories. Your comments have helped me a lot.
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, Virginia 1600 ZULU, Christmas Eve..
"Why haven't you left yet, Marine?" asked Harm, barging into her office.
"Why haven't YOU left yet, Sailor?" Mac smirked her reply. She picked up a stack of files, and stood up.
"Put the files down and back away from the desk.." Said Harm dramatically.
"Excuse me?" asked Mac, rather flustered by his attitude.
"You're not taking work with you over Christmas." Harm explained. "It's just not natural."
"Oh, really?" Mac laughed. "And why shouldn't I? It's not like I have any huge plans for Christmas or anything.." Mac sighed.
"Well, now you do." Grinned Harm.
"What do you mean?" asked Mac suspiciously.
"You're coming to California and spending Christmas with me and my family." He announced.
"I am?" Mac was confused.
"Yep." Harm smiled, tossing her her coat and a plane ticket.
"You had this planned, didn't you?" Mac smirked.
"Nah, my mom said she wanted you to come.. I didn't really PLAN anything." He admitted.
"Oh. Well, in that case, when do we leave?" Mac laughed.
"In about an hour." Harm whispered.
"Harmon Rabb Jr.!" Mac yelled, slapping him on his arm. "That gives me what, fifteen minutes to get packed if we want to actually get on the plane on time?! Oh, you make me so mad sometimes!" she whined.
Washington-Dulles Int'l Airport Washington, DC Forty Five Minutes Later.
"See, the plane's been delayed.." Harm pointed. "We didn't have to rush after all."
"Shut up, Commander." Whined Mac sourly.
A group of people clad in their winter clothes stopped in front of Harm and Mac's seats, looked up, and began to sing "Angels We Have Heard on High".
Mac smiled. "Carolers at the airport. That's got to be a new one." she began to hum along with the song.
Harm laughed. "Why don't you join them, ninja-girl?" he suggested.
"No." said Mac firmly. "Besides, we can board the plane now." she pointed.
"Let's go then." Said Harm, and, surprising Mac and himself, grabbed her hand. He was surprised when she didn't pull back.
"Yeah. Let's go." She decided nervously.
The plane ride was uneventful. For the most part, Harm and Mac just chatted idly about various things, and soon, the plane ride was over. Trish and Frank met Harm and Mac as soon as they got off the plane.
"Mac, dear!" exclaimed Trish, hugging Mac in a most constrictive way. Mac smiled. "So nice to see you, dear. I wasn't sure if Harm would be able to convince you to come.."
"It didn't take much convincing." smiled Mac sweetly. "I'd love spending Christmas with your family."
"I'm sure you would dear." Trish smiled. She leaned over, whispering in Mac's ear, "But of course, Harm is thrilled that you would come, too."
Mac blushed at her comment, and glanced toward Harm, who had already got all of their bags. "Let's go home!" he grinned his Flyboy Grin as he looked at Mac.
At Trish and Frank's house, Harm also unloaded all the baggage, much to Mac's protest. When he was done dragging them all inside, his mother gave her a tour of their house. Mac was astounded by the beauty of it all. She stopped in the living room. A beautiful six foot Christmas tree was up, and on the mantle of the fire place sat a picture of Harm's dad. Mac studied it. It had to have been taken right before his plane went down. She glanced toward Harm. His face had clouded over with thought. She knew what he was thinking about, but she wasn't sure how she was going to help him through it.
"Harm." she whispered. She was glad to see him snap out of his little trance and look her in the eyes. "You okay?" she asked understandingly.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I'll be fine."
"Promise me?" she smiled.
"I promise. Merry Christmas, Marine." Harm grinned thoughtfully.
A/N: Chapter 2 comin' up! Merry XMAS everyone!