A/N: Here's Chapter 2 for everybody! Review and tell me what you think,
please! Happy Holidays!
Chapter Two
That night, Trish had cooked a fabulous meal for everyone. Harm avoided the meat, for the most part, but other than that, everyone, especially Mac, really enjoyed their meal. After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room, where they watched "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" until late into the night.
After "The Christmas Carol" was over, both Mac and Harm decided that they were ready for bed, and said good night to Frank and Trish. Mac excused herself quickly and made a trip for the bathroom, but as she was leaving, knocked straight into Harm on his way to his room. He smiled mischievously. Mac, confused and alarmed, glared at him. Frank, from the living room, laughed.
"Uh, Mac, look up." He pointed between giggles.
Cautiously, Mac looked up. Her jaw dropped. She had been caught in the most sinister of holiday traps: under the mistletoe. She glanced at Harm. It figured. Of all the people in the world to get cornered under the mistletoe with, it just had to be him, didn't it?
Sourly, Mac tried to escape. "Ah, ah, Marine." Harm grinned. "No escaping from Alcatraz."
"What the heck is that supposed to.." Mac was cut off as Harm leaned down to kiss her.
It lasted far longer than she had expected it would, and when it was over, she blushed with embarrassment. Trish and Frank blinked in surprise. Harm and Mac quietly headed off to bed. Trish turned to her husband and smiled innocently.
"Oh, no!" he objected before she even said anything. "Whatever evil plot you are forming in your head, I'll have no part of it, you hear? No part of it!"
"But Frank." Trish whined.
"No, Trish." Frank repeated.
"But Frank, you saw what just happened..There's more there than just 'friendship'." She emphasized. "Please?" she added with puppy dog eyes.
"Aw, geez! What is it, Trish?!" whined Frank in a defeated tone.
"Honey, it's Christmas.we've got to get them together!" Trish smiled. "It would be absolutely perfect!" she grinned at the thought of it.
"Trish, that's something that they will have to do on their own. We can't force them to do anything.."
"No, we can't." Trish agreed. "But that doesn't mean we can't help them along a bit, does it?" she grinned thoughtfully.
"Trish.." Said Frank, a note of warning in his tone. "Come on, now. How do you suppose we'll do all this?"
"Just listen, Frank. Just sit back and listen. I've got it all planned out." Trish whispered.
"Uh-huh." Frank nodded. "So just what exactly do you plan to do?" he asked inquisitively.
"You'll see Frank." She smiled, and got up to go to bed.
The Next Day (Christmas)
Harm and his mother woke up at nearly the same time. Mac woke up a few minutes later, followed closely by Frank. Everyone gathered again in the living room, this time for cocoa and present opening. Harm handed his mother a present that was to both her and Frank. When she opened it, it turned out to be a picture of Harm and Mac when they were in Afghanistan. She smiled, and showed the picture to Frank, who carefully placed it on the mantle right next to Harm's dad's picture.
Mac was surprised that there were presents under the tree that were actually addressed to her. Harm picked one such present up and tossed it to her. Carefully, she opened it so that she wouldn't tear the beautiful wrapping paper, and when she was done, she held a small box in her hand. She opened the small box and gasped in utter shock and surprise. Inside the box was a picture of Harm and her in Russia, and Harm's father's dog tags. She nearly cried as she held up the silver id. Harm's mom was also surprised at the significance of this gift. "Harm, why.?" asked Mac between her surprised tears.
Harm sighed. "You've helped me so much, Sara. Don't think I've ever forgotten anything you've ever done for me. I just wanted to thank you for keeping me out of trouble." He finished.
"Son, I doubt even Mac could keep you from getting into trouble sometimes." Trish commented. "But that is still possibly the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say to anyone. Are you alright Mac, dear?" Trish had turned her attention to Mac.
Mac was staring fascinated at the picture of her and Harm from Russia. She remembered it well. It was taken right before everything started to get screwed up. She shook it off when she realized that someone had said her name, and looked up. Trish was smiling, but Harm was looking at her with concern in his eyes.
A ring at the doorbell redirected everyone's train of thought. Frank, who had remained quite quiet since he woke up, went to answer the door. Harm heard the familiar voice that was on the other side, and ran to greet it. Mac and Trish followed inquisitively.
"Grandma Sara!" Harm squealed as if he were five again. "I've missed you so much! Com in and have some cocoa!" he offered, nearly dragging her into the house. Trish hugged Grandma Sara.
Harm glanced from Mac to his grandmother, scratched his head, and began introducing Mac. "Grandma Sara, this is Colonel Sara Mackenzie. She's my partner." Harm introduced.
"Bout time!" exclaimed Grandma Sara. "Welcome to the family, dear." She smiled.
"Huh?" Mac said in a confused manner.
"No! Not that kind of partner!" Harm blushed when he realized what his grandmother was implying. "My partner at work!"
"Oh." Smiled Grandma Sara innocently. "Well, you can't blame an old woman for her mistakes. After all, you two would be perfect together!" she smiled.
"Grandma.." Harm whined. "Please stop!"
"Come in." Trish offered. "We're opening presents. There's bound to be a few for you under that tree." She smiled.
"I've got a few up my sleeve, too." Smiled Grandma Sara, happily following everyone into the living room.
A/N: Chapter 3 is next!
Chapter Two
That night, Trish had cooked a fabulous meal for everyone. Harm avoided the meat, for the most part, but other than that, everyone, especially Mac, really enjoyed their meal. After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room, where they watched "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" until late into the night.
After "The Christmas Carol" was over, both Mac and Harm decided that they were ready for bed, and said good night to Frank and Trish. Mac excused herself quickly and made a trip for the bathroom, but as she was leaving, knocked straight into Harm on his way to his room. He smiled mischievously. Mac, confused and alarmed, glared at him. Frank, from the living room, laughed.
"Uh, Mac, look up." He pointed between giggles.
Cautiously, Mac looked up. Her jaw dropped. She had been caught in the most sinister of holiday traps: under the mistletoe. She glanced at Harm. It figured. Of all the people in the world to get cornered under the mistletoe with, it just had to be him, didn't it?
Sourly, Mac tried to escape. "Ah, ah, Marine." Harm grinned. "No escaping from Alcatraz."
"What the heck is that supposed to.." Mac was cut off as Harm leaned down to kiss her.
It lasted far longer than she had expected it would, and when it was over, she blushed with embarrassment. Trish and Frank blinked in surprise. Harm and Mac quietly headed off to bed. Trish turned to her husband and smiled innocently.
"Oh, no!" he objected before she even said anything. "Whatever evil plot you are forming in your head, I'll have no part of it, you hear? No part of it!"
"But Frank." Trish whined.
"No, Trish." Frank repeated.
"But Frank, you saw what just happened..There's more there than just 'friendship'." She emphasized. "Please?" she added with puppy dog eyes.
"Aw, geez! What is it, Trish?!" whined Frank in a defeated tone.
"Honey, it's Christmas.we've got to get them together!" Trish smiled. "It would be absolutely perfect!" she grinned at the thought of it.
"Trish, that's something that they will have to do on their own. We can't force them to do anything.."
"No, we can't." Trish agreed. "But that doesn't mean we can't help them along a bit, does it?" she grinned thoughtfully.
"Trish.." Said Frank, a note of warning in his tone. "Come on, now. How do you suppose we'll do all this?"
"Just listen, Frank. Just sit back and listen. I've got it all planned out." Trish whispered.
"Uh-huh." Frank nodded. "So just what exactly do you plan to do?" he asked inquisitively.
"You'll see Frank." She smiled, and got up to go to bed.
The Next Day (Christmas)
Harm and his mother woke up at nearly the same time. Mac woke up a few minutes later, followed closely by Frank. Everyone gathered again in the living room, this time for cocoa and present opening. Harm handed his mother a present that was to both her and Frank. When she opened it, it turned out to be a picture of Harm and Mac when they were in Afghanistan. She smiled, and showed the picture to Frank, who carefully placed it on the mantle right next to Harm's dad's picture.
Mac was surprised that there were presents under the tree that were actually addressed to her. Harm picked one such present up and tossed it to her. Carefully, she opened it so that she wouldn't tear the beautiful wrapping paper, and when she was done, she held a small box in her hand. She opened the small box and gasped in utter shock and surprise. Inside the box was a picture of Harm and her in Russia, and Harm's father's dog tags. She nearly cried as she held up the silver id. Harm's mom was also surprised at the significance of this gift. "Harm, why.?" asked Mac between her surprised tears.
Harm sighed. "You've helped me so much, Sara. Don't think I've ever forgotten anything you've ever done for me. I just wanted to thank you for keeping me out of trouble." He finished.
"Son, I doubt even Mac could keep you from getting into trouble sometimes." Trish commented. "But that is still possibly the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say to anyone. Are you alright Mac, dear?" Trish had turned her attention to Mac.
Mac was staring fascinated at the picture of her and Harm from Russia. She remembered it well. It was taken right before everything started to get screwed up. She shook it off when she realized that someone had said her name, and looked up. Trish was smiling, but Harm was looking at her with concern in his eyes.
A ring at the doorbell redirected everyone's train of thought. Frank, who had remained quite quiet since he woke up, went to answer the door. Harm heard the familiar voice that was on the other side, and ran to greet it. Mac and Trish followed inquisitively.
"Grandma Sara!" Harm squealed as if he were five again. "I've missed you so much! Com in and have some cocoa!" he offered, nearly dragging her into the house. Trish hugged Grandma Sara.
Harm glanced from Mac to his grandmother, scratched his head, and began introducing Mac. "Grandma Sara, this is Colonel Sara Mackenzie. She's my partner." Harm introduced.
"Bout time!" exclaimed Grandma Sara. "Welcome to the family, dear." She smiled.
"Huh?" Mac said in a confused manner.
"No! Not that kind of partner!" Harm blushed when he realized what his grandmother was implying. "My partner at work!"
"Oh." Smiled Grandma Sara innocently. "Well, you can't blame an old woman for her mistakes. After all, you two would be perfect together!" she smiled.
"Grandma.." Harm whined. "Please stop!"
"Come in." Trish offered. "We're opening presents. There's bound to be a few for you under that tree." She smiled.
"I've got a few up my sleeve, too." Smiled Grandma Sara, happily following everyone into the living room.
A/N: Chapter 3 is next!