Mac groaned and consulted her internal clock, knowing it was time to
extract herself from the warm comforting covers and prepare for a day she
just knew was going to be horrible. Sighing, she willed herself to get out
of bed, getting as far as sitting up for 12 seconds, then flopping down
again.
"Too difficult," she murmured sleepily, "Should just stay in bed."
Groaning again, she finally managed to sit, then stand and eventually walk. Realising it was 10 past 7, she cursed in several different languages. Her stomach was reminding her that she was starving, she didn't have time to blow dry her hair and she was late.
Half an hour, she was stuck in the morning traffic. Running her hand through her dripping wet hair, she felt like screaming in frustration. Absently switching the radio
I don't believe in fairy tales
Or miracles
They call me pessimistic
That's Ok
Cuz this world is a dreary
Weary, fucked up place
Then there's you
You're the only thing I know
That's not wrong
You're the only thing I know
That's simply right
And when I'm around you
The world disappears
And nothing else matters
It's so surreal
And I wish I could tell you
How I feel
I don't believe in happiness
Or karma
Fate's only been a bitch to me
That's all right
Cuz this earth is a dying
Trying, screwed up place
Then there's you
I don't believe in religion
Or destiny
Mine's only been a catastrophe
That's Ok
Cuz this planet is a dismal
Abysmal, stuffed up place
Then there's you
I believe friendship
Because you're always there
I believe in love
Please tell me if you care
I believe in you
I believe in honesty
Please would you tell me
Do you believe in me?
It's all right
This world is a messed up, mixed up, screwed up place
Then there's you
You're the only thing I know
That's not wrong
You're the only thing I know
That's simply right
And when I'm around you
The world disappears
And nothing else matters
It's so surreal
And I wish I could tell you
How I feel
I just wish I could tell you
"What are you listening to?" Harm asked her, arriving five seconds later than her.
She laughed, "Good morning to you too."
He grinned back, "Your hair's wet, you were late."
She put a hand to head, "Well it partially dried in the traffic. How can you stand that every morning?"
"Impatient."
"Well I made it here with only 10 homicidal retribution fantasies. it's all the women putting make-up on at the lights." (A/N: Does that really annoy any one else or am I just weird? Wait a minute, don't answer that.)
"Catty."
"Shut up."
"Are you coming?"
"Just wait."
Using her fingers she unsuccessfully attempted to de-frizz her hair.
"So that's what happens when you don't have time to make yourself beautiful," he commented teasingly as she stepped out beside him.
"You don't know how hard it is being a woman," she replied.
"You look perfect, don't worry about it."
She looked at him strangely, "Was that a compliment?"
He returned her look, "Yes."
"Are you trying to hit on me?" (A/N: And she's thinking please God, say yes.)
"What?"
"Are you sick?"
"No."
"You just. complimented me. That's. strange."
"Flattered Marine?"
She paused thoughtfully, "Surprised describes it better."
"Mac, do you ever feel like there's things you can't tell me?" he questioned spontaneously, tracing her jaw softly.
She regarded his question silently for several moments, then whispered, "Now I'm flattered."
Her hand closed around his wrist and she turned her face so his finger brushed her lips, "No, I could tell you anything."
* * * * * *
A/N: I hate writing little wars of wits between H/M. I end up with this line I have no reply to, *grr*. Well this chapter was nice and shippery wasn't it? But they sought of forgot they were late.
"Too difficult," she murmured sleepily, "Should just stay in bed."
Groaning again, she finally managed to sit, then stand and eventually walk. Realising it was 10 past 7, she cursed in several different languages. Her stomach was reminding her that she was starving, she didn't have time to blow dry her hair and she was late.
Half an hour, she was stuck in the morning traffic. Running her hand through her dripping wet hair, she felt like screaming in frustration. Absently switching the radio
I don't believe in fairy tales
Or miracles
They call me pessimistic
That's Ok
Cuz this world is a dreary
Weary, fucked up place
Then there's you
You're the only thing I know
That's not wrong
You're the only thing I know
That's simply right
And when I'm around you
The world disappears
And nothing else matters
It's so surreal
And I wish I could tell you
How I feel
I don't believe in happiness
Or karma
Fate's only been a bitch to me
That's all right
Cuz this earth is a dying
Trying, screwed up place
Then there's you
I don't believe in religion
Or destiny
Mine's only been a catastrophe
That's Ok
Cuz this planet is a dismal
Abysmal, stuffed up place
Then there's you
I believe friendship
Because you're always there
I believe in love
Please tell me if you care
I believe in you
I believe in honesty
Please would you tell me
Do you believe in me?
It's all right
This world is a messed up, mixed up, screwed up place
Then there's you
You're the only thing I know
That's not wrong
You're the only thing I know
That's simply right
And when I'm around you
The world disappears
And nothing else matters
It's so surreal
And I wish I could tell you
How I feel
I just wish I could tell you
"What are you listening to?" Harm asked her, arriving five seconds later than her.
She laughed, "Good morning to you too."
He grinned back, "Your hair's wet, you were late."
She put a hand to head, "Well it partially dried in the traffic. How can you stand that every morning?"
"Impatient."
"Well I made it here with only 10 homicidal retribution fantasies. it's all the women putting make-up on at the lights." (A/N: Does that really annoy any one else or am I just weird? Wait a minute, don't answer that.)
"Catty."
"Shut up."
"Are you coming?"
"Just wait."
Using her fingers she unsuccessfully attempted to de-frizz her hair.
"So that's what happens when you don't have time to make yourself beautiful," he commented teasingly as she stepped out beside him.
"You don't know how hard it is being a woman," she replied.
"You look perfect, don't worry about it."
She looked at him strangely, "Was that a compliment?"
He returned her look, "Yes."
"Are you trying to hit on me?" (A/N: And she's thinking please God, say yes.)
"What?"
"Are you sick?"
"No."
"You just. complimented me. That's. strange."
"Flattered Marine?"
She paused thoughtfully, "Surprised describes it better."
"Mac, do you ever feel like there's things you can't tell me?" he questioned spontaneously, tracing her jaw softly.
She regarded his question silently for several moments, then whispered, "Now I'm flattered."
Her hand closed around his wrist and she turned her face so his finger brushed her lips, "No, I could tell you anything."
* * * * * *
A/N: I hate writing little wars of wits between H/M. I end up with this line I have no reply to, *grr*. Well this chapter was nice and shippery wasn't it? But they sought of forgot they were late.