Disclaimers in Chapter One.
CHAPTER TWO
Harm found Mac sitting in her corvette in the JAG HQ carpark, staring out into space,
with a death grip on the steering wheel. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
He approached her cautiously, trying not to break her out of her trance-like state,
knowing that if he did too soon, she would put up the protective barrier, and he would
have no chance of talking to her.
Quietly he knelt down beside her, but still she didn't see him. Gently he put his hand on
her knee.
She jumped, and twisted her face towards him. Once it registered to her who it was, she
quickly turned her head away, not wanting him to see that she was not far off crying.
"I don't know how much more I can take of this," she whispered mostly to herself, nearly
going back into her trance.
"I know. I'm sorry, Sarah," Harm morosely whispered back.
Mac had driven around Falls Church for a while trying to clear her head, and to sort out
her feelings and emotions. Before she realised it she had stopped her car, and was back
at JAG HQ.
When Harm said her given name, she turned her head towards him, and shattered his
heart when a lone tear escaped from her eye; leaving a wet trail down her gaunt face.
Ever so gently, he reached up and brushed it away with his thumb, and gave her a grave
smile.
She tried to smile back, but her face crumpled, and even though she tried to stop it, a
small sob escaped from her lips.
Knowing that her walls were tumbling down, he reached around her, and gathered her up
in his arms, where she began to sob earnestly.
He pulled her tighter against him, trying to take some of her pain away from her. He kept
up his mistrations, trying to soothe her by rubbing one of his large hands up and down her
back, and the other smoothing over her hair.
"Don't leave me, please," her sudden whisper broke through his thoughts.
It sounded so desperate to him. He still held her tight against him, but she was not
voicing any objections to their position at the moment.
Her arms snaked around his back, and he held her closer still, amazed at how perfectly
she fitted into his arms.
As he looked down on her, he sadly realised that she couldn't take any more of this
dance.
"I'm taking you home," he decided.
When she made no move to leave his embrace, but instead tightened her hold on him as
though she didn't want to be taken from his arms, he gently shifted his left hand to under
her knees, and his right hand stayed at her back but took a more secure hold of her.
Seeing that his SUV was too far away, he lifted her like she was a precious burden from
the drivers side of the corvette, and carried her to the passenger side. All of the while her
head stayed on his chest like it was glued there.
Amazingly he managed to open the car door, and slider her into the seat like one would a
precious cargo.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, so he gently gripped her hands, and
whispered in her ear.
"Sarah, you've got to let go. I'm taking you home."
Slowly her head came off his chest, and her arms released their death-like grip that they
had on his neck.
She looked forward through unseeing eyes, and didn't say a word.
Her hands were clasped together in her lap, knuckles white.
He pulled the seat belt around her, and snapped it into the latch. Softly he closed the
door, returned to the drivers' side and quietly drove away.
Unbeknownst to the pair, there was a set of wise, stealthy grey eyes peering down at them
from above, one in whom had seen the whole encounter.
"This might just be the time when they get their heads out of their sixes and realise that
they are meant for each other. Lets hope he doesn't stuff it up!"
All throughout the drive to her home, he kept looking over at her, trying to read her, but,
once again, she was unreadable. The wall had been replaced and wouldn't be easily
broken down.
Suddenly out of no-where came a much larger SUV. It kept barrelling towards them like
a bat out of hell.
Seeing this seemed to snap Mac out of her silence, and she began screaming, so unlike
the normal Marine Colonel. This shocked and scared Harm even more.
The only option that Harm had was to swerve onto the side of the road, as there was
another vehicle in the other lane.
Almost like it was in slow motion, the SUV hit the side of the corvette, forcing it to go
down a small bank, which caused it to roll.
..........................................
Sometime during the crash her hand had seeked his, and held fast.
A/N I would really love some reviews before I post the next chapter! Sorry it's taken so
long for it to be posted, I've only just gotten time to write it! Thanks!! :)
CHAPTER TWO
Harm found Mac sitting in her corvette in the JAG HQ carpark, staring out into space,
with a death grip on the steering wheel. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
He approached her cautiously, trying not to break her out of her trance-like state,
knowing that if he did too soon, she would put up the protective barrier, and he would
have no chance of talking to her.
Quietly he knelt down beside her, but still she didn't see him. Gently he put his hand on
her knee.
She jumped, and twisted her face towards him. Once it registered to her who it was, she
quickly turned her head away, not wanting him to see that she was not far off crying.
"I don't know how much more I can take of this," she whispered mostly to herself, nearly
going back into her trance.
"I know. I'm sorry, Sarah," Harm morosely whispered back.
Mac had driven around Falls Church for a while trying to clear her head, and to sort out
her feelings and emotions. Before she realised it she had stopped her car, and was back
at JAG HQ.
When Harm said her given name, she turned her head towards him, and shattered his
heart when a lone tear escaped from her eye; leaving a wet trail down her gaunt face.
Ever so gently, he reached up and brushed it away with his thumb, and gave her a grave
smile.
She tried to smile back, but her face crumpled, and even though she tried to stop it, a
small sob escaped from her lips.
Knowing that her walls were tumbling down, he reached around her, and gathered her up
in his arms, where she began to sob earnestly.
He pulled her tighter against him, trying to take some of her pain away from her. He kept
up his mistrations, trying to soothe her by rubbing one of his large hands up and down her
back, and the other smoothing over her hair.
"Don't leave me, please," her sudden whisper broke through his thoughts.
It sounded so desperate to him. He still held her tight against him, but she was not
voicing any objections to their position at the moment.
Her arms snaked around his back, and he held her closer still, amazed at how perfectly
she fitted into his arms.
As he looked down on her, he sadly realised that she couldn't take any more of this
dance.
"I'm taking you home," he decided.
When she made no move to leave his embrace, but instead tightened her hold on him as
though she didn't want to be taken from his arms, he gently shifted his left hand to under
her knees, and his right hand stayed at her back but took a more secure hold of her.
Seeing that his SUV was too far away, he lifted her like she was a precious burden from
the drivers side of the corvette, and carried her to the passenger side. All of the while her
head stayed on his chest like it was glued there.
Amazingly he managed to open the car door, and slider her into the seat like one would a
precious cargo.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, so he gently gripped her hands, and
whispered in her ear.
"Sarah, you've got to let go. I'm taking you home."
Slowly her head came off his chest, and her arms released their death-like grip that they
had on his neck.
She looked forward through unseeing eyes, and didn't say a word.
Her hands were clasped together in her lap, knuckles white.
He pulled the seat belt around her, and snapped it into the latch. Softly he closed the
door, returned to the drivers' side and quietly drove away.
Unbeknownst to the pair, there was a set of wise, stealthy grey eyes peering down at them
from above, one in whom had seen the whole encounter.
"This might just be the time when they get their heads out of their sixes and realise that
they are meant for each other. Lets hope he doesn't stuff it up!"
All throughout the drive to her home, he kept looking over at her, trying to read her, but,
once again, she was unreadable. The wall had been replaced and wouldn't be easily
broken down.
Suddenly out of no-where came a much larger SUV. It kept barrelling towards them like
a bat out of hell.
Seeing this seemed to snap Mac out of her silence, and she began screaming, so unlike
the normal Marine Colonel. This shocked and scared Harm even more.
The only option that Harm had was to swerve onto the side of the road, as there was
another vehicle in the other lane.
Almost like it was in slow motion, the SUV hit the side of the corvette, forcing it to go
down a small bank, which caused it to roll.
..........................................
Sometime during the crash her hand had seeked his, and held fast.
A/N I would really love some reviews before I post the next chapter! Sorry it's taken so
long for it to be posted, I've only just gotten time to write it! Thanks!! :)