Feedback: Not necessary but always welcome and very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to Paramount and CBS. No copyright
infringement intended, I'm simply borrowing these wonderful characters for the
amusement of fellow shippers everywhere.
Author's Note: Before I say anything else I'd like to make everyone aware of a
correction I've made in this chapter. I've been erroneously calling our winged one
"Cupid" when in truth the Greek God is named "Eros". I think what's worse is that my
mistake wasn't a continuous one either, making it perhaps a lot more confusing. I know
that in chapter two I decisively wrote him as Eros and then for some odd reason reverted
back to Cupid in chapter four. Anyhow, I just wanted to make you all aware of that fact.
I hadn't meant for it to take this long for me to post, but RL's been rudely interrupting
my down time. So I do apologize for the delay, it wasn't an intentional one. And it
would have been an even longer delay if it hadn't been for Viv's prodding so Vivienne,
thanks a whole bunch for the little push, it was very much appreciated! :o)
Thank you, thank you, and "thank you to infinity and beyond" (to borrow a phrase from
one of my favorite Disney characters * G*)!!! You gals and guys (those few of you out
there who might actually be reading this) have been AWESOME with your feedback.
You've kind of taken me by surprise; I really wasn't expecting such enthusiasm for this
fic. But thank you, just the same. I haven't had a chance to read all the reviews, I'll be
sure to write each of you a personal thank you or add it on to my next chapter as I did last
time round. Anyhoo, enough w/ the chit chat, on with the show! Enjoy!
***************************************
From Chapter 4
Taking a seat beside her, he soothed, or attempted to do so, some of the pain away.
Bending down he whispered very lightly, "Soon Sarah this'll all be over. All this pain
will be a thing of the past, a forgotten moment in your time." Brushing her cheek he
muttered, "Soon Sarah you'll be with your prince."
Straightening he walked over to the sofa by her window and gazed out. There was a
small flash that went ignored by the god, but caused Sarah to stir slightly.
Opening her eyes to slits, she happened to catch the moonlight that was streaming
through her window glint off what looked like … two arrows; one marine green the other
navy blue. Shrugging her shoulders, still very much wrapped in slumber, she turned her
back to the sight and went back to sleep not having really left it to begin with.
Eros turned to watch her rolling over and looked on with some amusement. "Yes my
Sarah, soon …"
***************************************
"Cupid's Arrow" ~ Chapter 5
0700HRS (EST)
February 15th
Georgetown
Washington, DC
Aphrodite turned from the view of Apollo doing his routine run in the sky to see the
woman she'd been watching over stir.
Stretching in bed, Mac peeked out from underneath her covers to greet the morning light
that was streaming in through her window. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she popped
up in bed, now fully awake internal clock 'ticking' away she realized she was late for her
meeting with opposing council. Scrambling out of bed Mac made a mad dash for the
bathroom grabbing the necessary things on her way in.
The Goddess, for her part, simply settled herself on the unmade bed and smirked. The
hurried Marine Colonel before her now was quite a contrast to the very much subdued
woman she'd been watching over all weekend. It was a pleasant change.
"Mother stop smirking and get moving!" Echoed through out the room before Eros
appeared before her.
Tilting her head up she eyed her son. His wings had yet to settle from his orbing in and
caused flighty things nearby to do just that, fly. The papers from a file that had been left
open on the table in Mac's room went flying in total disarray. This seemed to irritate her
son considerably.
She gazed at him with a sizeable amount of confusion as he went about cleaning up the
mess he'd made … by mortal means!
Eros was bent over picking up the loose sheets and rearranging them in order before
placing them back in the file and closing it, the entire time trying to calm his somewhat
battered nerves.
It had been a LONG weekend. Quarrels had broken out everywhere, amongst pairs he'd
matched up ages ago and just recently. Worst off, he didn't understand the causes behind
them. February was the month meant to celebrate love, but all he seemed to be doing the
past couple of weeks was attempting to piece together withering relationships. He was
reaching his breaking point and was about ready to hang up his bow and arrows and fly
away, leaving these mortals to their own means. It was too much, dealing with their
fickle hearts, and then … there was Sarah.
Finally sparing his mother a glance he queried, "What were you smirking about?"
Aphrodite had followed her son's thoughts, something she rarely did respecting his
privacy to think what he wished without fearing her intruding on him, but sensing now
wasn't a time for questioning but more for simply 'motherly knowing' she'd decided to
go ahead and intrude.
Knowing his state of frustration she decided to refrain from informing him of 'his'
Sarah's state during the weekend. It would only exacerbate his mood. So instead, she
fibbed.
"I simply can't get over her ability to master time the way she has. It's such an unusual
gift, don't you think?" Well it hadn't been a complete lie; Aphrodite truly was
impressed with Mac's ability to tell time without the aid of a timepiece.
Joining his mother on Mac's bed, he watched as Sarah rushed out of the washroom-her
uniform only half adorned-drop to her knees and scrounge around looking for the missing
pieces of her 'fruit salad'. With a gentle nod of his head he had them appear by her
searching hand under the bed.
"Yes it is an unusual gift. But her gift of second sight, that helped save her commander is
far greater don't you think?" He flipped the question back on her. There was much to his
Sarah that he found … magical, unexplainable … simply "Olympian". But despite her
capabilities, she still considered herself lacking somehow. Insecurities of old still haunted
her present life; perhaps that is what had endeared her to him so. He stared at Mac, not
Sarah, but Mac standing in front of the mirror across from him; uniform crisply ironed,
all her 'grapes' and 'apples' in order, shoulders straight, and not a hair out of place … the
perfect image of a Marine Colonel and added. "Yes, quite unusual gifts. But she's a very
special lady and it doesn't seem quite so unusual when it's her who wields such wonder."
Shaking off the contemplative mood that had befallen him he got up suddenly, turned
to Aphrodite and repeated part of his earlier demand. "Mother you must be on your way.
If our meddling is to be of any good we need things to fall in to place like clock work,
which means …"
"Which means getting Harmon Rabb Jr. up and in action. He's got quite a mess to clean
up."
"You've got no idea how big. Go!" He hurried her along, adding to the process by
snapping his fingers and orbing her out himself.
Her voice resonated through his mind, {I'll get you for that dear boy, watch out for your
Sarah my son.} Her mirth was apparent in the laughter that followed suit but still … his
mother was not someone you wanted on the opposing side. He knew whatever her plans
might be, they wouldn't be malicious or detrimental to his matchmaking efforts, but it
could still prove to be quite … embarrassing for Sarah. And with the state of mind Sarah
was in, he was at a loss as to how she'd react.
Out of the corner of his eye Eros caught the Marine heading for her lounge and it stirred
him out of his worried stupor and had him following her out instead, pushing thoughts of
his mother to the back of his mind for the time being. He watched as she rushed through
her morning coffee and hurriedly stuff the necessary documents/files in to her brief case
before heading out.
Just as Mac was readying to step out she happened to glance up in to the mirror by her
door and stilled. The frown that seemed to encase her face was quite an unwelcome sight.
She looked as though she'd lost her reason for living and knew there was no way she'd
get through the day without countless inquisitions if she left her home looking the way
she did. So she managed-with more effort than should be needed-to lift up the ends of her
lips in to a rather lame imitation of her 'light up the sky' smile. Satisfied that her mask
was in place and an acceptable one at that, she stepped out, locking her door behind her.
Eros shook his head forlornly. Sarah had failed to notice that the smile she'd perfected,
the one that was suppose to hide the affects of her broken heart, didn't reach her eyes.
But it was such a perfectly constructed facade that he knew not one of her co-workers or
friends would know the difference. The only one who probably would have was too
consumed by his own grief to possibly note hers'.
{Well that's what we're working on changing aren't we now? So stop with your dark
thoughts! We'll have your Sarah genuinely beaming in no time!} His mother's voice
attacked his mind so suddenly that he swayed where he stood.
{Where are you?} He managed to thought-project once he steadied himself.
{Where you sent me my boy, with Sarah's Sailor.}
Discovering that he found his mother's voice resonating through his head quite
unsettling, he orbed to Harm's apartment …only to find it empty.
Sighing he opened his mind to his mother's presence.
{Don't be grumbling at me boy! I told you I was with the Commander, I made no
mention of being at his place. You merely jumped to your own conclusions.}
Letting her calm down, he wandered around the Commander's flat, taking note the total
disarray the room seemed to be in. "I thought of the two. it was Sarah's Sailor who was
the more tidier one?" He mumbled out loud.
{He normally is, but well, you can imagine that hygiene really isn't on the top of his list
when his world is tumbling down around him. Plus, he only managed to make the mess
you see before you last night, which he spent constantly pacing.}
"How do you know that, you were supposed to be watching over Sarah?" He spoke out
loud in irritation. He'd asked his mother one simple thing, only one, to watch over Sarah
while he was busy putting out the fires created by other emotionally unstable couples,
and she hadn't even done that properly!
{Quit it! I've been at this a lot longer than you have Eros, don't condescend to me. I'm a
Goddess, is it not within my power to be in two places at once?! Or have you forgotten
that?}
Silence was her answer.
{Exactly. Now on to more important matters, we're on our way to their office, do you
plan on joining us there, considering I can sense that your Sarah is headed there too?}
{Already?}
{Mmmhmm. She missed the mortal she was supposed to meet.}
Hearing his mother's answer he orbed in to JAG HQ, figuring he'll meet them both there,
instead of joining Sarah or her sailor separately.
He didn't have to wait long before Harm strode through the building and headed towards
the elevators, minus his mother. Not bothering to search for her this time, figuring she'd
show up eventually. Eros walked up to Harm and stood by him.
Eros appraised the sailor before him. At a quick glance the Commander was not familiar
to him, this was not the broken man he'd seen Friday night. No this was the man his
Sarah knew …the arrogant fighter pilot turned lawyer that his Sarah saw day in and day
out. But upon closer inspection he could see the paleness of Harm's pallor, the darkness
under the tall mortal's eyes, and the utter devastation at knowing he'd lost the one that
mattered most to him in his light orbs.
Deciding there was no time like the present to put his plan in to action, he had-with a
slight head nod-the elevator doors to the left of them ding open. Once inside Eros got
right down to work; lifting his arm up, he took aim, and-fired. Direct hit! Harm jumped,
slightly, but otherwise there was neither any further outward reactions from him, nor any
changes apparent.
"Ahh, you've started without me I see." He heard from behind him. Not bothering to turn
around, Eros was about to acknowledge her when the closing elevator doors were
suddenly stopped by a familiar briefcase, a * very * familiar briefcase.
Eros turned to observe the Commander's reaction, to see if he'd realized who had
delayed his ride. Eros wasn't quite prepared for the slight flush creeping up the Sailor's
neck, no longer did he look like death warmed over, no instead he resembled a man ... in
love; with his reddened cheeks, and the huge goofy grin that was plastered on his face.
"Ouu, very good son. It seems your arrow is already taking affect. Perfect timing wouldn't
you say." Aphrodite said with a grin of her own.
Eros barely heard his mother, so concentrated was he on the scene that was to unfold
before him. He could feel his wings begin to stir; they tended to do that when he was
under great duress, and he'd never been under more than he was at that moment-watching
the Commander's first move in the chess game that would determine the future happiness
of their-Harm's and Sara's- love lives.
Mac was running late, again, definitely not a good way to start the week. She'd arrived at
the Starbucks a block away from JAG where she'd agreed to meet the civilian lawyer
who she was battling in court with, only to discover from one of the waitresses that she'd
missed him by a few minutes. Mac had called in to JAG to inform Tiner to alert the
Admiral of her dilemma and to inquire as to whether she should follow the attorney back
to his office or head on down to HQ? The Admiral's answer had been, "Colonel, if it
isn't * too * much trouble for you * try * and manage to get here on time for the morning's
briefings." Nope, definitely not a good way to start the week.
She'd managed to race down the street, like a bat out of hell, park her car and dash up the
steps and through the entrance when she caught sight of the closing elevator doors.
Putting on some steam, she managed to reach it in time to stick her briefcase in between
the doors to prevent it from leaving without her on board. She was SO not in the mood to
take a run up the stairs.
Slipping in between the doors at the first chance she got, she sighed. It was going to be a
long day, she could just * feel * it.
Thinking she was close enough to the rear of the elevator she leaned back, meeting with a
solid wall of what she could only describe as well built muscle instead of the metal she'd
expected.
Jumping away she went to whirl around only to be stopped by strong muscular arms
pulling her back to her former position. The man's arms tightened their hold around her
waist, one hand inadvertently brushing her left breast as he bent his head to whisper,
"Not having a good morning Marine?"
The oh so familiar scent of him assailed her and any doubts she'd had as to his identity
were obliterated with those few whispered words.
While she was attempting to control her body's reactions to his proximity and get her
mind to wrap around his actions as well as come up with an answer to his question, the
doors dinged open. Before she knew it he'd whisked right past her and she was left
dazed and questioning … had Harmon Rabb Jr. just copped a feel?
Tbc … I think I'll leave it there for now and see what I can come up with for the next
chapter, bits and pieces of which have been written for ages now. As always please do
feel free to share. Ta ta!
P.S. I'm terribly ill; eyes watering, hacking cough, fever, etc… but I'm in good cheer so
please don't feel bad. The reason I mentioned it is that though I've read through this
chapter three times, I'm still sure I've missed quite a few corrections, so please,
if it gets a tad incoherent at times don't hesitate to mention it to me. Once again thank you for all your
support. Take care!
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters belong to Paramount and CBS. No copyright
infringement intended, I'm simply borrowing these wonderful characters for the
amusement of fellow shippers everywhere.
Author's Note: Before I say anything else I'd like to make everyone aware of a
correction I've made in this chapter. I've been erroneously calling our winged one
"Cupid" when in truth the Greek God is named "Eros". I think what's worse is that my
mistake wasn't a continuous one either, making it perhaps a lot more confusing. I know
that in chapter two I decisively wrote him as Eros and then for some odd reason reverted
back to Cupid in chapter four. Anyhow, I just wanted to make you all aware of that fact.
I hadn't meant for it to take this long for me to post, but RL's been rudely interrupting
my down time. So I do apologize for the delay, it wasn't an intentional one. And it
would have been an even longer delay if it hadn't been for Viv's prodding so Vivienne,
thanks a whole bunch for the little push, it was very much appreciated! :o)
Thank you, thank you, and "thank you to infinity and beyond" (to borrow a phrase from
one of my favorite Disney characters * G*)!!! You gals and guys (those few of you out
there who might actually be reading this) have been AWESOME with your feedback.
You've kind of taken me by surprise; I really wasn't expecting such enthusiasm for this
fic. But thank you, just the same. I haven't had a chance to read all the reviews, I'll be
sure to write each of you a personal thank you or add it on to my next chapter as I did last
time round. Anyhoo, enough w/ the chit chat, on with the show! Enjoy!
***************************************
From Chapter 4
Taking a seat beside her, he soothed, or attempted to do so, some of the pain away.
Bending down he whispered very lightly, "Soon Sarah this'll all be over. All this pain
will be a thing of the past, a forgotten moment in your time." Brushing her cheek he
muttered, "Soon Sarah you'll be with your prince."
Straightening he walked over to the sofa by her window and gazed out. There was a
small flash that went ignored by the god, but caused Sarah to stir slightly.
Opening her eyes to slits, she happened to catch the moonlight that was streaming
through her window glint off what looked like … two arrows; one marine green the other
navy blue. Shrugging her shoulders, still very much wrapped in slumber, she turned her
back to the sight and went back to sleep not having really left it to begin with.
Eros turned to watch her rolling over and looked on with some amusement. "Yes my
Sarah, soon …"
***************************************
"Cupid's Arrow" ~ Chapter 5
0700HRS (EST)
February 15th
Georgetown
Washington, DC
Aphrodite turned from the view of Apollo doing his routine run in the sky to see the
woman she'd been watching over stir.
Stretching in bed, Mac peeked out from underneath her covers to greet the morning light
that was streaming in through her window. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she popped
up in bed, now fully awake internal clock 'ticking' away she realized she was late for her
meeting with opposing council. Scrambling out of bed Mac made a mad dash for the
bathroom grabbing the necessary things on her way in.
The Goddess, for her part, simply settled herself on the unmade bed and smirked. The
hurried Marine Colonel before her now was quite a contrast to the very much subdued
woman she'd been watching over all weekend. It was a pleasant change.
"Mother stop smirking and get moving!" Echoed through out the room before Eros
appeared before her.
Tilting her head up she eyed her son. His wings had yet to settle from his orbing in and
caused flighty things nearby to do just that, fly. The papers from a file that had been left
open on the table in Mac's room went flying in total disarray. This seemed to irritate her
son considerably.
She gazed at him with a sizeable amount of confusion as he went about cleaning up the
mess he'd made … by mortal means!
Eros was bent over picking up the loose sheets and rearranging them in order before
placing them back in the file and closing it, the entire time trying to calm his somewhat
battered nerves.
It had been a LONG weekend. Quarrels had broken out everywhere, amongst pairs he'd
matched up ages ago and just recently. Worst off, he didn't understand the causes behind
them. February was the month meant to celebrate love, but all he seemed to be doing the
past couple of weeks was attempting to piece together withering relationships. He was
reaching his breaking point and was about ready to hang up his bow and arrows and fly
away, leaving these mortals to their own means. It was too much, dealing with their
fickle hearts, and then … there was Sarah.
Finally sparing his mother a glance he queried, "What were you smirking about?"
Aphrodite had followed her son's thoughts, something she rarely did respecting his
privacy to think what he wished without fearing her intruding on him, but sensing now
wasn't a time for questioning but more for simply 'motherly knowing' she'd decided to
go ahead and intrude.
Knowing his state of frustration she decided to refrain from informing him of 'his'
Sarah's state during the weekend. It would only exacerbate his mood. So instead, she
fibbed.
"I simply can't get over her ability to master time the way she has. It's such an unusual
gift, don't you think?" Well it hadn't been a complete lie; Aphrodite truly was
impressed with Mac's ability to tell time without the aid of a timepiece.
Joining his mother on Mac's bed, he watched as Sarah rushed out of the washroom-her
uniform only half adorned-drop to her knees and scrounge around looking for the missing
pieces of her 'fruit salad'. With a gentle nod of his head he had them appear by her
searching hand under the bed.
"Yes it is an unusual gift. But her gift of second sight, that helped save her commander is
far greater don't you think?" He flipped the question back on her. There was much to his
Sarah that he found … magical, unexplainable … simply "Olympian". But despite her
capabilities, she still considered herself lacking somehow. Insecurities of old still haunted
her present life; perhaps that is what had endeared her to him so. He stared at Mac, not
Sarah, but Mac standing in front of the mirror across from him; uniform crisply ironed,
all her 'grapes' and 'apples' in order, shoulders straight, and not a hair out of place … the
perfect image of a Marine Colonel and added. "Yes, quite unusual gifts. But she's a very
special lady and it doesn't seem quite so unusual when it's her who wields such wonder."
Shaking off the contemplative mood that had befallen him he got up suddenly, turned
to Aphrodite and repeated part of his earlier demand. "Mother you must be on your way.
If our meddling is to be of any good we need things to fall in to place like clock work,
which means …"
"Which means getting Harmon Rabb Jr. up and in action. He's got quite a mess to clean
up."
"You've got no idea how big. Go!" He hurried her along, adding to the process by
snapping his fingers and orbing her out himself.
Her voice resonated through his mind, {I'll get you for that dear boy, watch out for your
Sarah my son.} Her mirth was apparent in the laughter that followed suit but still … his
mother was not someone you wanted on the opposing side. He knew whatever her plans
might be, they wouldn't be malicious or detrimental to his matchmaking efforts, but it
could still prove to be quite … embarrassing for Sarah. And with the state of mind Sarah
was in, he was at a loss as to how she'd react.
Out of the corner of his eye Eros caught the Marine heading for her lounge and it stirred
him out of his worried stupor and had him following her out instead, pushing thoughts of
his mother to the back of his mind for the time being. He watched as she rushed through
her morning coffee and hurriedly stuff the necessary documents/files in to her brief case
before heading out.
Just as Mac was readying to step out she happened to glance up in to the mirror by her
door and stilled. The frown that seemed to encase her face was quite an unwelcome sight.
She looked as though she'd lost her reason for living and knew there was no way she'd
get through the day without countless inquisitions if she left her home looking the way
she did. So she managed-with more effort than should be needed-to lift up the ends of her
lips in to a rather lame imitation of her 'light up the sky' smile. Satisfied that her mask
was in place and an acceptable one at that, she stepped out, locking her door behind her.
Eros shook his head forlornly. Sarah had failed to notice that the smile she'd perfected,
the one that was suppose to hide the affects of her broken heart, didn't reach her eyes.
But it was such a perfectly constructed facade that he knew not one of her co-workers or
friends would know the difference. The only one who probably would have was too
consumed by his own grief to possibly note hers'.
{Well that's what we're working on changing aren't we now? So stop with your dark
thoughts! We'll have your Sarah genuinely beaming in no time!} His mother's voice
attacked his mind so suddenly that he swayed where he stood.
{Where are you?} He managed to thought-project once he steadied himself.
{Where you sent me my boy, with Sarah's Sailor.}
Discovering that he found his mother's voice resonating through his head quite
unsettling, he orbed to Harm's apartment …only to find it empty.
Sighing he opened his mind to his mother's presence.
{Don't be grumbling at me boy! I told you I was with the Commander, I made no
mention of being at his place. You merely jumped to your own conclusions.}
Letting her calm down, he wandered around the Commander's flat, taking note the total
disarray the room seemed to be in. "I thought of the two. it was Sarah's Sailor who was
the more tidier one?" He mumbled out loud.
{He normally is, but well, you can imagine that hygiene really isn't on the top of his list
when his world is tumbling down around him. Plus, he only managed to make the mess
you see before you last night, which he spent constantly pacing.}
"How do you know that, you were supposed to be watching over Sarah?" He spoke out
loud in irritation. He'd asked his mother one simple thing, only one, to watch over Sarah
while he was busy putting out the fires created by other emotionally unstable couples,
and she hadn't even done that properly!
{Quit it! I've been at this a lot longer than you have Eros, don't condescend to me. I'm a
Goddess, is it not within my power to be in two places at once?! Or have you forgotten
that?}
Silence was her answer.
{Exactly. Now on to more important matters, we're on our way to their office, do you
plan on joining us there, considering I can sense that your Sarah is headed there too?}
{Already?}
{Mmmhmm. She missed the mortal she was supposed to meet.}
Hearing his mother's answer he orbed in to JAG HQ, figuring he'll meet them both there,
instead of joining Sarah or her sailor separately.
He didn't have to wait long before Harm strode through the building and headed towards
the elevators, minus his mother. Not bothering to search for her this time, figuring she'd
show up eventually. Eros walked up to Harm and stood by him.
Eros appraised the sailor before him. At a quick glance the Commander was not familiar
to him, this was not the broken man he'd seen Friday night. No this was the man his
Sarah knew …the arrogant fighter pilot turned lawyer that his Sarah saw day in and day
out. But upon closer inspection he could see the paleness of Harm's pallor, the darkness
under the tall mortal's eyes, and the utter devastation at knowing he'd lost the one that
mattered most to him in his light orbs.
Deciding there was no time like the present to put his plan in to action, he had-with a
slight head nod-the elevator doors to the left of them ding open. Once inside Eros got
right down to work; lifting his arm up, he took aim, and-fired. Direct hit! Harm jumped,
slightly, but otherwise there was neither any further outward reactions from him, nor any
changes apparent.
"Ahh, you've started without me I see." He heard from behind him. Not bothering to turn
around, Eros was about to acknowledge her when the closing elevator doors were
suddenly stopped by a familiar briefcase, a * very * familiar briefcase.
Eros turned to observe the Commander's reaction, to see if he'd realized who had
delayed his ride. Eros wasn't quite prepared for the slight flush creeping up the Sailor's
neck, no longer did he look like death warmed over, no instead he resembled a man ... in
love; with his reddened cheeks, and the huge goofy grin that was plastered on his face.
"Ouu, very good son. It seems your arrow is already taking affect. Perfect timing wouldn't
you say." Aphrodite said with a grin of her own.
Eros barely heard his mother, so concentrated was he on the scene that was to unfold
before him. He could feel his wings begin to stir; they tended to do that when he was
under great duress, and he'd never been under more than he was at that moment-watching
the Commander's first move in the chess game that would determine the future happiness
of their-Harm's and Sara's- love lives.
Mac was running late, again, definitely not a good way to start the week. She'd arrived at
the Starbucks a block away from JAG where she'd agreed to meet the civilian lawyer
who she was battling in court with, only to discover from one of the waitresses that she'd
missed him by a few minutes. Mac had called in to JAG to inform Tiner to alert the
Admiral of her dilemma and to inquire as to whether she should follow the attorney back
to his office or head on down to HQ? The Admiral's answer had been, "Colonel, if it
isn't * too * much trouble for you * try * and manage to get here on time for the morning's
briefings." Nope, definitely not a good way to start the week.
She'd managed to race down the street, like a bat out of hell, park her car and dash up the
steps and through the entrance when she caught sight of the closing elevator doors.
Putting on some steam, she managed to reach it in time to stick her briefcase in between
the doors to prevent it from leaving without her on board. She was SO not in the mood to
take a run up the stairs.
Slipping in between the doors at the first chance she got, she sighed. It was going to be a
long day, she could just * feel * it.
Thinking she was close enough to the rear of the elevator she leaned back, meeting with a
solid wall of what she could only describe as well built muscle instead of the metal she'd
expected.
Jumping away she went to whirl around only to be stopped by strong muscular arms
pulling her back to her former position. The man's arms tightened their hold around her
waist, one hand inadvertently brushing her left breast as he bent his head to whisper,
"Not having a good morning Marine?"
The oh so familiar scent of him assailed her and any doubts she'd had as to his identity
were obliterated with those few whispered words.
While she was attempting to control her body's reactions to his proximity and get her
mind to wrap around his actions as well as come up with an answer to his question, the
doors dinged open. Before she knew it he'd whisked right past her and she was left
dazed and questioning … had Harmon Rabb Jr. just copped a feel?
Tbc … I think I'll leave it there for now and see what I can come up with for the next
chapter, bits and pieces of which have been written for ages now. As always please do
feel free to share. Ta ta!
P.S. I'm terribly ill; eyes watering, hacking cough, fever, etc… but I'm in good cheer so
please don't feel bad. The reason I mentioned it is that though I've read through this
chapter three times, I'm still sure I've missed quite a few corrections, so please,
if it gets a tad incoherent at times don't hesitate to mention it to me. Once again thank you for all your
support. Take care!