Disclaimer: I don't now nor will I ever own JAG
As far as I know, this story will all be in Mac's POV.
bWhat I Know Now/b
My junior year of college, my roommate got engaged. I remember asking Lisa once how she knew that Scott was iThe One/i. She just got a dreamy look on her face and said "When you know, you just know. there's no explaining it." I scoffed at that-look at me, I'd been married once already, although she didn't know that. What was this business about "just knowing?" All I'd known with Chris was that he was a lot of fun and could get me away from my dad.
After she and Scott got married, I didn't see Lisa much, and I lost contact with her completely when I went to law school. This one comment stuck with me over the years though; I'd find myself wondering if I would ever feel that way about anyone, or if they would ever feel that way about me.
But by the time I met a certain Navy pilot-turned-lawyer I'd pushed the conversation to the back of my mind. Enough had happened in my life that I was relatively certain I was never going to find iThe One./i It would be romantic to say that all that changed the instant I met Harm, that I knew he was the one for me from the moment I set my eyes on him. The truth is far more prosaic I'm afraid.
When I met Harm I was convinced he was an arrogant, annoying flyboy and nothing more. I resented being pulled off a double homicide to work with him on some stupid yet high profile case, and I disliked it even more when I discovered the man we were after was my uncle. I couldn't be certain that he didn't know that, and until I found out for sure, I reserved my final judgment on his character.
Even when he told me that he'd had no clue Matt O'Hara was my uncle I still didn't like him. It wasn't until he made it clear that he was willing to do whatever it would take to clear my uncle's name-despite the fact that I'd taken him prisoner the night before-that I knew there was more to this sailor than dress whites and gold wings.
As far as I know, this story will all be in Mac's POV.
bWhat I Know Now/b
My junior year of college, my roommate got engaged. I remember asking Lisa once how she knew that Scott was iThe One/i. She just got a dreamy look on her face and said "When you know, you just know. there's no explaining it." I scoffed at that-look at me, I'd been married once already, although she didn't know that. What was this business about "just knowing?" All I'd known with Chris was that he was a lot of fun and could get me away from my dad.
After she and Scott got married, I didn't see Lisa much, and I lost contact with her completely when I went to law school. This one comment stuck with me over the years though; I'd find myself wondering if I would ever feel that way about anyone, or if they would ever feel that way about me.
But by the time I met a certain Navy pilot-turned-lawyer I'd pushed the conversation to the back of my mind. Enough had happened in my life that I was relatively certain I was never going to find iThe One./i It would be romantic to say that all that changed the instant I met Harm, that I knew he was the one for me from the moment I set my eyes on him. The truth is far more prosaic I'm afraid.
When I met Harm I was convinced he was an arrogant, annoying flyboy and nothing more. I resented being pulled off a double homicide to work with him on some stupid yet high profile case, and I disliked it even more when I discovered the man we were after was my uncle. I couldn't be certain that he didn't know that, and until I found out for sure, I reserved my final judgment on his character.
Even when he told me that he'd had no clue Matt O'Hara was my uncle I still didn't like him. It wasn't until he made it clear that he was willing to do whatever it would take to clear my uncle's name-despite the fact that I'd taken him prisoner the night before-that I knew there was more to this sailor than dress whites and gold wings.