Okay Folks, thanks for all the great reviews. It helps keep the juices flowing. Now I am going to do a very big no-no. I am going to switch from first person to third person. I'm sorry but I just can't tell a story in first person. One last thing.since I can't accept Mac and Webb together and I don't want to see Mac and Harm's relationship set back two more years because she jumped the gun AGAIN, I am taking a few liberties. I apologize in advance for those who don't approve

Disclaimers: If I owned them they would be making babies! Nuff said.

Revealed...

Jungle in Paraguay

The dust settled silently around the shattered bi-plane. The wings had broken away from the fuselage a hundred feet back and the fuselage was bent from the impact with the earth. The smell of gasoline was strong as it seeped into the ground from the ruptured tanks.
Harmon Rabb cautiously moved each of his body parts until he was certain there was no serious damage. He hurt all over but at least he was alive. "Hey, Mac," he called toward the front of the plane as he dismounted the cockpit. When he got no reply his heart started beating faster "Mac! Speak to be!" He couldn't believe what he saw when he got to the front passenger seat. The propeller blade had sheared and landed inches from Mac's head. He reached over and checked for a pulse and found it. He quickly checked her over for injuries as he released her straps.
"That is absolutely the last time I fly with you." The words came out as a croak.
Harm looked down into Mac smiling face. "It's probably the last time I'll ever fly." He was relieved that she didn't seem to have any serious injuries. "Can you help me get you out of here? They'll be after us soon and I want to put some distance between us and this plane."
Mac put her arms around Harm's neck as he gently lifted her from the wreckage. "They say any landing you walk away from.that person obviously didn't fly with you."
He was relieved at her attempt at humor. "Very funny, marine. We got the missiles didn't we?" She lowered her to the ground. "Think you can walk now?"
Mac stood up and began checking herself over for injuries. Satisfied she was in one piece she looked at her surroundings. "Which way?"

After they had been walking hours (or 2 hours 58 minutes and 13 seconds according to Mac's internal clock) they turned and noticed smoke where they had left the wrecked bi-plane. Either it had been torched by their pursuers or it had finally caught fire. Either was it was like a beacon.
"We're going to have to find someplace to settle for the night. This jungle is dangerous enough during the day." Harm said during one of their short breaks.
"How about over there," Mac suggested. Harm looked where she was pointing a small shack could just barely be seen under a mass of vegetation. "I don't think anyone lives there and it seems well hidden."

The small shack was indeed deserted by human life but a variety of wildlife had taken it over. Finally, Harm was able to clear away a small space over the rafters. The tore some boards away and put them up so they could sleep off the damp ground and away from any nocturnal creatures. It was almost dark when he finished and Mac had just come back in with an armload of reasonably dry wood.
"It's starting to rain so it should wipe out our tracks." She said as she began to stack the wood. She tore off a piece of her shirt for kindling. "Got a match or am I going to have to do this the hard way?"
Harm reached into his pocket and took out the lighter he had used to light the dynamite. Mac took it with a smile "Quite the boy scout." In a minute she had the fire smoldering. "Now take off your shoes and socks. We don't want to get jungle rot."

After the socks and shoes were hung to dry and they drank some water from the broad leaves that surrounded the shack. Mac suggested they get some rest and start early.
"You take that," he pointed to the makeshift rack. "I'll stand first watch."
Mac shook her head. "Harm, it's pouring out there. No one is going to sneak up on us tonight. Now come on we both need our rest." She motioned him up beside her. Soon they were settled side by side with Harm's jacket draped over them. "We've slept in worse places." She joked. When harm didn't reply she turned to look at him. "Why are you here?"
"We got shot down remember?" he wouldn't look at her.
"No, why are you in Paraguay?"
"You're my best friend and you were in trouble. You would have done the same for me."
She sighed. "I never thanked you. You're timing couldn't have been better." She leaned over to kiss his cheek but he pulled away.
"Actually I figured I have the worst timing in the world." He turned his back to her.
Mac tried to sleep, but even though their bodies we touching she felt there was a crevasse between them. "Harm, you awake?" He didn't answer but he could tell he was by the way he tensed. "About Clay, it's not what you think." Before she could continue she felt his body shake. "Harm?"
He turned enough so that she could see his face. "You know something? I don't want to know about you and Clay. I don't care, what you do is you business and I am sick of all this. It's time we got on with our lives."
Mac was shocked. She had never seen him direct so much rage at her before. Before she knew it he was up and putting on his shoes. Before he headed out the door her turned to her one more time. "I'm tired of looking for answers; because every time I think I have the answer someone changes the question." He stalked out the door.
Mac lay in silence the rest of the night with hot tears burning her cheeks.

Okay you know the drill..RR