Disclaimer: Take the door to your right then continue on down the stairs to your left, on passing the hobo on the corner of the street, make a left and go to the store marked 'DPB's' and in the store open a book called JAG and on the first sentence, See Ch. 1, is the disclaimer for the story.

Author: J Bear

A/N: Thanks a ton for the reviews everyone. I thought it wasn't very fair of me to leave you with a short chapter so… Here's the next chapter.

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Days gone had by without anything, any word. Mac sat alone in the kitchen when the telephone rang. She hurriedly picked it up and an eager hello left her lips.

"Hey honey." It was her mother.

"Hi mom." She greeted her tiredly.

"Have you heard anything?"

"About?"

"That prince you were seeing…" and in the background, she could hear her sister Darcy shouting in the background. "Yeah! What about that cute guy? He has got one good looking ass!"

Mac got a good laugh out of that comment and said to her mother: "Tell Darcy I'm still waiting for the call."

"How are you holding up Sarah?"

"I could be better."

"Well if you hear anything…"

"I'll call you mom, bye." And she placed the receiver back. Sighing she went to her freezer and took out that large tub of ice cream, turned on the television, sat back on the comfy couch and put her legs up. Now this, is life. She thought to herself. Just when she was into the final hour of horror movie marathon on some Space channel, she heard someone at the door knock.

Mac opened the door and on the other side was the prince of Lorthien, standing there with flowers in his hand, a smile on his face and his eyes again twinkling with mischievous. "Hello" He said

"Hi…" She couldn't help herself and smiled back at him. "Are those for me?"

"Oh these?" He gestured to the flowers. "Naw, it's for my other girlfriend who happened to be in America."

"Ha ha, very funny Harm" She took the flowers and let him in.

"Miss me?" He asked leaning in for a kiss

"Sure did." She answered and turned away so that his lips brushed her face. "So what happened?"

"You do know I'll give up everything for you right?"

"Like what?"

"I've already given up Renee. The parliament is sceptical about you being the choice for my bride, but they're willing to see. The Prime Minister believes that no one can deny love so there really isn't any point in telling me what to do, because I'll do it anyway."

"Oh? And your decision your highness?"

"You. My decision is to stay with you and see where this relationship of ours goes." Then a thought struck him. "What happened with you?"

"Oh the media blitz, they died down after 2 days. SECNAV wants me butchered because of the scandal and how it almost cost the country's diplomatic relations with your country. The admiral was angry at first but decided that my personal life was my personal life."

"And you're okay?"

"I'm okay Harm. Now kiss me before I lose my mind."

He gladly complied.

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Mac's Apartment
1820

Mac frowned at the computer screen. I didn't write that… But she did find one thing familiar. She flashed back to that day…

"That's why I left, Harm, there is no us. There's you and Renee. What are you willing to give up to have me? Mic gave up the Navy and his country. Would you sacrifice your girlfriend?"

"What, you're testing me?"

"Well, would you?"

"What if I did?"

"Answer the question."

"As long as you answer mine."

"I'm so sick of this dance."

She licked her lips and sighed. Then she noticed on the bottom of the page there was a little note, written in 3 font. Small, but not unnoticeable.

Hey Mac,
 I saw your story, I'm sorry but I clicked on the wrong file. It was right underneath the McLaren file. I finished the story for you, what you saw was only the first part. You'll have to come to dinner with me to get more. Let's have a second chance. Amonté's, 1900. Dress casual.
 H.

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A/N: Not as great as the others but still, it's critical, but…. Hey, next chapter gets interesting… I hope. Pls. Review.