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1140 Zulu JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA
Mac hung up the phone in her office and was very grateful that the door was closed. It turned out that Elizabeth's mother was not very happy about her daughters cross-country trek to find Mac. Plus the woman's attitude about Mac even calling had left a sour taste in Mac's mouth. It had taken a great deal of restraint to not release her inner drill instructor especially considering Doreen's last comment. I"As soon as you get to know my daughter Colonel, I suggest that you send her butt back to me. She had no right to ruin my life like this. She has no idea what she's started."I Mac shook her head. How could someone who sounded one way in a letter be so off on the phone? Then she smiled and remembered that most people were like that, at least the people she came across.
Sighing, she smiled as she saw Harm walk cautiously up to her door. IHe knows me too well. I like that.I Motioning with her hand, Harm walked in and sat across the desk from her. "How's it going Sailor?" She asked, her voice neutral, trying to block out the conversation. "I take it by the very bad attempt to start the conversation on me that the phone call to Elizabeth's mother didn't go so well?" Harm asked. Mac had to smile at that. They'd been friends for years and even when things were strained between them, he'd managed to still be able to read and understand her. But it worked both ways. She could still read him most times like an open book. She was curious to see if the chapter on love was still open between them.
"No it did not go well. It was actually kind of frustrating and unnerving. Remember how I was on the Watertown, when those bubbleheads pulled that prank? I almost got that mad today." Mac explained. Harm winced at the memory, a small smile playing on his lips. Being a Marine, she'd never been on a cruise so the close quarters and jokes had run a little then. He also remembered what else had happened on the Watertown and quickly looked back at Mac. "So what happened?" "Pretty much accused me of knowing that my father had had an affair. She even went so far to accuse me of being just like him. That's when I almost lost it the most." Mac whispered, seeing the flash of anger cross Harm's expression. "You don't think that Elizabeth's going to be the same way do you?" He asked, guarded. Mac didn't need anyone associating her with her father. She'd come a long way since then. It was one of the things that he loved most about her.
"I don't think so Harm. Maybe that's why she's coming, who knows? I did." Mac began but noticed a all too familiar face walk into the bullpen. "Mac? What's wrong?" Harm asked, turning around and following her gaze. Both felt a familiar creep go up their spine at the presence of Clayton Webb in the office. "What do you suppose he wants?" Harm queried. Mac shook her head. She did not need to be heading off on some damn quest for Webb when her long lost sister was coming to town. "I don't know but I'll bet you dinner tonight that it has to do with one of us." She threw out. Harm turned back around smiled at his partner. "Your on." As if on cue, Mac's intercom buzzed. "Ma'am, the Admiral would like to see you in his office. Do you know where Commander Rabb is? He's also needed as well." Tiner asked. "We'll be right there Tiner." Mac told him as she stood. "Is this considered a tie?" Harm asked. "Nothing is definite yet flyboy."
1040 Zulu Louisiana/Texas Border
After talking with David for a half an hour about mentors, family, and college, Liz decided to take good use of the delay in travel to catch up on her sleep. Not that I sleep anyway. Liz mused as she settled under the big oak tree. (A/N: Honestly don't remember if there are any oak trees in Louisiana. Please don't hurt me.) Sleep hadn't been her friend for several years, not that she was going to dwell on that at the moment. Tying her auburn hair in a ponytail at the nap of her neck, Liz brought her knees to her chin and settled in. Two minutes later she was asleep and the nightmares began again.
ILiz sat on the park bench and stared at the joined hand in hers. It was strong and firm, much like the person sitting next to her. Jeff St. Clair was all that she could have hoped for in a fiancée and a friend. Jeff was loyal and compassionate, not to mention stubborn and ornery when it came to professional sports. They'd met in high school, dated for a brief amount of time and then broken up on mutual terms shortly after graduation. Three years later they had met at a fundraiser for Alzheimer's and fallen back in love, this time for good. Sighing, Liz laid her head against his broad shoulder and brought their joined hands to her heart.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Jeff asked. He admired the woman who had stolen his heart away twice-in one lifetime. Liz turned to gaze up into Jeff's blue-green eyes. "I was just thinking about how happy I am and how we are and how in two days we're getting married." Liz told him, her eyes never leaving his. "I never thought I could be this happy." Jeff whispered, afraid that it was a dream. Suddenly, Liz caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned toward the disturbance. On the pathway was her former best friend and next-door neighbor, Jonathan Hampton. Jeff immediately put himself between the two ex-friends. "What do you want Jonathan?" Jeff asked.
Jonathan sneered at the couple. "I just came to get what's mine and has always been mine." Liz scoffed at the thought. "I thought we had talked about this Jonathan. I never had feelings for you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I still want to be your friend, but not at this expense." "All he's going to do is hurt you Liz. I don't want to see your heart broken, like the last time. Don't you remember how you felt, how you cried on my shoulder, asking 'Why? Why did he leave me?" Jonathan asked. "I never said those things. Would you please go away?" Liz asked again. She was beginning to get nervous, as if something was going to happen. "I'll go away alright, and take you with me." Jonathan said, producing a gun from behind his back.
Jeff immediately put Liz directly behind him. "Not wait a minute man! There's no need for this!" He yelled, despite the intense fear and apprehension building in his stomach. "Oh I think it is. You stole something that belonged to me Jeff. You stole the woman I love, turned her against me and forced me to do something I don't want to do!" Jonathan yelled. By the time any of them realized the validity of his words, Jonathan fired the gun and hit Jeff in the gut, the bullet going through him and into Liz' side. I
Liz woke up screaming, terrified at what she had dreamed. David went over to her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Easy there, just a tire popping." He told her, trying to figure out how to comfort the young woman. "It was so real, and yet."Liz trailed off and quickly grabbed onto David for dear life. Liz tried to control her breathing, anything to get the vivid memory that was her life two years before out of her head. She was beyond that chapter in her life, wasn't she?
1140 Zulu JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA
Mac hung up the phone in her office and was very grateful that the door was closed. It turned out that Elizabeth's mother was not very happy about her daughters cross-country trek to find Mac. Plus the woman's attitude about Mac even calling had left a sour taste in Mac's mouth. It had taken a great deal of restraint to not release her inner drill instructor especially considering Doreen's last comment. I"As soon as you get to know my daughter Colonel, I suggest that you send her butt back to me. She had no right to ruin my life like this. She has no idea what she's started."I Mac shook her head. How could someone who sounded one way in a letter be so off on the phone? Then she smiled and remembered that most people were like that, at least the people she came across.
Sighing, she smiled as she saw Harm walk cautiously up to her door. IHe knows me too well. I like that.I Motioning with her hand, Harm walked in and sat across the desk from her. "How's it going Sailor?" She asked, her voice neutral, trying to block out the conversation. "I take it by the very bad attempt to start the conversation on me that the phone call to Elizabeth's mother didn't go so well?" Harm asked. Mac had to smile at that. They'd been friends for years and even when things were strained between them, he'd managed to still be able to read and understand her. But it worked both ways. She could still read him most times like an open book. She was curious to see if the chapter on love was still open between them.
"No it did not go well. It was actually kind of frustrating and unnerving. Remember how I was on the Watertown, when those bubbleheads pulled that prank? I almost got that mad today." Mac explained. Harm winced at the memory, a small smile playing on his lips. Being a Marine, she'd never been on a cruise so the close quarters and jokes had run a little then. He also remembered what else had happened on the Watertown and quickly looked back at Mac. "So what happened?" "Pretty much accused me of knowing that my father had had an affair. She even went so far to accuse me of being just like him. That's when I almost lost it the most." Mac whispered, seeing the flash of anger cross Harm's expression. "You don't think that Elizabeth's going to be the same way do you?" He asked, guarded. Mac didn't need anyone associating her with her father. She'd come a long way since then. It was one of the things that he loved most about her.
"I don't think so Harm. Maybe that's why she's coming, who knows? I did." Mac began but noticed a all too familiar face walk into the bullpen. "Mac? What's wrong?" Harm asked, turning around and following her gaze. Both felt a familiar creep go up their spine at the presence of Clayton Webb in the office. "What do you suppose he wants?" Harm queried. Mac shook her head. She did not need to be heading off on some damn quest for Webb when her long lost sister was coming to town. "I don't know but I'll bet you dinner tonight that it has to do with one of us." She threw out. Harm turned back around smiled at his partner. "Your on." As if on cue, Mac's intercom buzzed. "Ma'am, the Admiral would like to see you in his office. Do you know where Commander Rabb is? He's also needed as well." Tiner asked. "We'll be right there Tiner." Mac told him as she stood. "Is this considered a tie?" Harm asked. "Nothing is definite yet flyboy."
1040 Zulu Louisiana/Texas Border
After talking with David for a half an hour about mentors, family, and college, Liz decided to take good use of the delay in travel to catch up on her sleep. Not that I sleep anyway. Liz mused as she settled under the big oak tree. (A/N: Honestly don't remember if there are any oak trees in Louisiana. Please don't hurt me.) Sleep hadn't been her friend for several years, not that she was going to dwell on that at the moment. Tying her auburn hair in a ponytail at the nap of her neck, Liz brought her knees to her chin and settled in. Two minutes later she was asleep and the nightmares began again.
ILiz sat on the park bench and stared at the joined hand in hers. It was strong and firm, much like the person sitting next to her. Jeff St. Clair was all that she could have hoped for in a fiancée and a friend. Jeff was loyal and compassionate, not to mention stubborn and ornery when it came to professional sports. They'd met in high school, dated for a brief amount of time and then broken up on mutual terms shortly after graduation. Three years later they had met at a fundraiser for Alzheimer's and fallen back in love, this time for good. Sighing, Liz laid her head against his broad shoulder and brought their joined hands to her heart.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Jeff asked. He admired the woman who had stolen his heart away twice-in one lifetime. Liz turned to gaze up into Jeff's blue-green eyes. "I was just thinking about how happy I am and how we are and how in two days we're getting married." Liz told him, her eyes never leaving his. "I never thought I could be this happy." Jeff whispered, afraid that it was a dream. Suddenly, Liz caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned toward the disturbance. On the pathway was her former best friend and next-door neighbor, Jonathan Hampton. Jeff immediately put himself between the two ex-friends. "What do you want Jonathan?" Jeff asked.
Jonathan sneered at the couple. "I just came to get what's mine and has always been mine." Liz scoffed at the thought. "I thought we had talked about this Jonathan. I never had feelings for you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I still want to be your friend, but not at this expense." "All he's going to do is hurt you Liz. I don't want to see your heart broken, like the last time. Don't you remember how you felt, how you cried on my shoulder, asking 'Why? Why did he leave me?" Jonathan asked. "I never said those things. Would you please go away?" Liz asked again. She was beginning to get nervous, as if something was going to happen. "I'll go away alright, and take you with me." Jonathan said, producing a gun from behind his back.
Jeff immediately put Liz directly behind him. "Not wait a minute man! There's no need for this!" He yelled, despite the intense fear and apprehension building in his stomach. "Oh I think it is. You stole something that belonged to me Jeff. You stole the woman I love, turned her against me and forced me to do something I don't want to do!" Jonathan yelled. By the time any of them realized the validity of his words, Jonathan fired the gun and hit Jeff in the gut, the bullet going through him and into Liz' side. I
Liz woke up screaming, terrified at what she had dreamed. David went over to her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Easy there, just a tire popping." He told her, trying to figure out how to comfort the young woman. "It was so real, and yet."Liz trailed off and quickly grabbed onto David for dear life. Liz tried to control her breathing, anything to get the vivid memory that was her life two years before out of her head. She was beyond that chapter in her life, wasn't she?
