AN: This section is *highly* edited in order to make it PG-13. The
unedited version is rated R (at least), and has been posted to
shipperhm list at yahoogroups. Anyone wanting to read it will need to
send me an email with an age statement.
Thanks, Layla
(msnovtue@hotmail.com)
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Yekaterinburg
City Jail
December 6
2248 local
Fuzzy grayness slowly gave way to dim light as Harm gradually
regained consciousness. A moment of panic was short-lived, however, as
he opened his eyes to see Mac looking down at him, a concerned
expression on her face.
"Well, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time, Harm,"
she commented softly. "You had me worried there, flyboy." She stroked
his forehead gently, comfortingly.
Bit by bit, Harm's wits returned, leaving him to realize he was
lying down, his aching head in her lap. He groaned as the pain
returned. "What happened?"
She smiled slightly. "You tried to play the hero again," she said,
sighing. "When you fought the guards, one of them hit you with his
gun." She paused, continuing her gentle caresses. "You okay?"
"I will be, as soon as my head falls off," he replied, closing his
eyes against the pain. Recalling the scene in the office, he opened his
eyes and studied her. "Mac... are you okay?"
She nodded. "He didn't do anything, Harm," she said, referring to
her treatment by the officer. "He just wanted to cop a feel," she added
with a weak smile. "Lucky for him he put the cuffs on first."
Harm studied her for a moment, his aquamarine eyes taking in every
detail. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so
sorry, Mac. Sorry I ever got you involved in this mess," he said
sorrowfully.
Her hand moved from its soothing caresses to gently cup his cheek.
"Don't, Harm," she insisted with gentle force. "Don't be sorry. I'm
not. And it was my decision to come. You didn't force me."
He laughed weakly. "Like I could."
She smiled back. "You got that right, squid."
Silence fell for a few moments before he spoke again. "Where are
we, anyway?"
She glanced around. "Hmmm, metal bars, cement walls...in jail,
maybe?" she said facetiously.
"Maaaac..."
"The Yekaterinburg city lockup. Somewhere below ground level, I
think. I didn't see any windows, and they took us down quite a few
stairs," she stated, then fell silent.
Harm glanced up at her. It had occurred to him that he probably
should move and give Mac some space. His head still hurt, though, and
besides, he was more than content to stay where he was. She didn't seem
to be objecting, either; instead, she simply continued stroking her
delicate hands over his forehead and through his short, soft hair,
although a frown marred her features as she bit her lip, deep in
thought.
He knew something was on her mind, that there was something she
wanted to ask. And it was only because he knew her so well, perhaps
better than he knew himself, that he could see the slightest flicker of
fear in her eyes. "Mac," he said softly, "what is it?"
She took a deep breath, before quietly but rapidly spilling her
thoughts. "Harm, what are we going to do? No one knows where we are,"
He took one of her hands in his own, pressing a quick kiss to her
knuckles. "I don't know, Mac, not yet. But I'll get us out of here... I
promise," he told her, bringing their joined hands to rest over his
heart.
TBC....
unedited version is rated R (at least), and has been posted to
shipperhm list at yahoogroups. Anyone wanting to read it will need to
send me an email with an age statement.
Thanks, Layla
(msnovtue@hotmail.com)
*********************************
Yekaterinburg
City Jail
December 6
2248 local
Fuzzy grayness slowly gave way to dim light as Harm gradually
regained consciousness. A moment of panic was short-lived, however, as
he opened his eyes to see Mac looking down at him, a concerned
expression on her face.
"Well, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time, Harm,"
she commented softly. "You had me worried there, flyboy." She stroked
his forehead gently, comfortingly.
Bit by bit, Harm's wits returned, leaving him to realize he was
lying down, his aching head in her lap. He groaned as the pain
returned. "What happened?"
She smiled slightly. "You tried to play the hero again," she said,
sighing. "When you fought the guards, one of them hit you with his
gun." She paused, continuing her gentle caresses. "You okay?"
"I will be, as soon as my head falls off," he replied, closing his
eyes against the pain. Recalling the scene in the office, he opened his
eyes and studied her. "Mac... are you okay?"
She nodded. "He didn't do anything, Harm," she said, referring to
her treatment by the officer. "He just wanted to cop a feel," she added
with a weak smile. "Lucky for him he put the cuffs on first."
Harm studied her for a moment, his aquamarine eyes taking in every
detail. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so
sorry, Mac. Sorry I ever got you involved in this mess," he said
sorrowfully.
Her hand moved from its soothing caresses to gently cup his cheek.
"Don't, Harm," she insisted with gentle force. "Don't be sorry. I'm
not. And it was my decision to come. You didn't force me."
He laughed weakly. "Like I could."
She smiled back. "You got that right, squid."
Silence fell for a few moments before he spoke again. "Where are
we, anyway?"
She glanced around. "Hmmm, metal bars, cement walls...in jail,
maybe?" she said facetiously.
"Maaaac..."
"The Yekaterinburg city lockup. Somewhere below ground level, I
think. I didn't see any windows, and they took us down quite a few
stairs," she stated, then fell silent.
Harm glanced up at her. It had occurred to him that he probably
should move and give Mac some space. His head still hurt, though, and
besides, he was more than content to stay where he was. She didn't seem
to be objecting, either; instead, she simply continued stroking her
delicate hands over his forehead and through his short, soft hair,
although a frown marred her features as she bit her lip, deep in
thought.
He knew something was on her mind, that there was something she
wanted to ask. And it was only because he knew her so well, perhaps
better than he knew himself, that he could see the slightest flicker of
fear in her eyes. "Mac," he said softly, "what is it?"
She took a deep breath, before quietly but rapidly spilling her
thoughts. "Harm, what are we going to do? No one knows where we are,"
He took one of her hands in his own, pressing a quick kiss to her
knuckles. "I don't know, Mac, not yet. But I'll get us out of here... I
promise," he told her, bringing their joined hands to rest over his
heart.
TBC....