Right Idea, Wrong Franchise
A JAG Halloween one shot

OCTOBER 31ST, 1998

1800 EST
APARTMENT OF SARAH MACKENZIE
GEORGETOWN

Mac shook her head, making sure the clip-on buns on either side of her head were firmly in place. When she picked out who she was going to be for Halloween, she should've picked a character with short hair. But Princess Leia was the only female Star Wars character, so it wasn't like Mac had too many other options.

She smoothed her hands over the long sleeved white dress she was wearing. I get that she's supposed to be space royalty, but why does she have to dress like a nun?

Of course there was the bikini thing she wore in one of the movies (Mac couldn't remember which one), but considering her coworkers were going to be at this party, she didn't think a costume that left so little to the imagination would be appropriate.

The reason she was dressing up as Leia in the first place was because of one of her coworkers. Bud had gotten the idea that he wanted to do a group costume that year, so a handful of JAG members were dressing up as Star Wars characters.

Mac was adding some more bobby pins to hold the buns into place when her doorbell rang. Deciding fifteen bobby pins was enough to have her hairdo make it through the night, she went to answer.

"Coming!" Mac called. She had to pick up her skirt as she walked to keep it from dragging on the ground. How did Carrie Fisher defeat Darth Vader in this? She wondered as she opened the door.

It was Harm. He was dressed in a tan shirt that had the first few buttons undone and a black vest. On his hips was a gun holster with a gun that looked so absurd it had to be a toy. Mac hoped it was just a toy.

"Hey," she greeted. "You're the guy."

Harm smirked. "You're the girl."

"Princess, actually."

"My apologies, your highness."

What made this group costume so interesting was the fact that neither Harm nor Mac had ever Star Wars. So, aside from some surface level research, they knew absolutely nothing about their characters.

"What's your guy's name again?" Mac asked.

"Han Solo."

"Okay," Mac nodded. "I'll have to remember that, I don't want Bud to think I don't know anything about Star Wars."

Harm chuckled. "You don't know anything about Star Wars, Mac."

"I know," Mac fluffed one of her buns. "I just want to be prepared. Who's the main character again?"

"Luke...sky-something. I can't really remember," Harm shrugged, checking his watch.

"Did Han Solo have a watch that expensive-looking?" Mac asked.

"No, but Harrison Ford probably does. Come on Princess Leah, we're going to be late."

"Leia. It's Princess Leia."

"Whatever."


1830 EST
ROBERTS RESIDENCE
ARLINGTON, VIRGINIA

Much to Harm and Mac's dismay, when Bud answered the door, he was not dressed as Luke Sky-something. He was wearing a yellow long sleeved shirt with a...Star Trek pin on it.

"Hi Bud."

"How's it going?"

Bud looked at Harm and Mac with wide eyes. "Sir, ma'am, what are you dressed up as?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Harm asked. "This is for the group costume."

"Did we do something wrong?" Mac asked. Should I have worn the bikini thing? Did Bud want me to wear the bikini thing? Oh dear God-

"Nothing's wrong ma'am, technically," Bud said slowly. "It's just-the group costume was supposed to be for Star Trek characters."

"Oh," she frowned. "Is that what you dressed up as?"

Bud nodded. "I'm Captain Kirk."

Mac turned to glare at Harm. "You told me the group costume was for Star Wars."

"I thought it was!" Harm said, gesturing between Mac and Bud. "Aren't they the same thing?"

"No!"

"How do you know?" he asked Mac. "You haven't seen either of them."

"Yeah, but I know the difference!" Mac said. "Do you live under a rock?"

"No, I just don't have time for science fiction."

Mac rolled her eyes, and Bud groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just-just come in, sir."

"Are there any interesting Star Trek characters?" Harm murmured to Mac as they walked in.

"I don't know, why?"

"I feel like Star Wars has more interesting characters."

"How would you know?" Mac asked. "You haven't seen it."

Harm shrugged. "I don't know," he pulled out the gun (which Mac was relieved to see was plastic) and twirled it around his finger. "I feel like this Han Solo guy is cool."

"Captain Kirk is cooler," Bud said over his shoulder.

"Well," Mac patted her buns. "Neither of them are princesses."


It turns out Harm and Mac weren't the only ones who missed the memo. Not long after Harm and Mac got settled, feeling the embarrassment of ruining Bud's group costume idea, the Admiral showed up. He was wearing tan robes and had a lightsaber in a holster around his waist.

"Oh no sir, not you too!" Bud exclaimed as soon as he saw AJ.

The Admiral looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I thought the group costume was Star Wars, Lieutenant," he said. "That's what Commander Rabb told me."

All eyes turned to Harm, who started to blush. "Yeah uh, sorry about that, sir. I thought…"

"He thought Star Wars and Star Trek were the same thing," Mac finished. The Admiral's eyes widened, and Harm's blush deepened.

"And here I thought you were one of my smartest lawyers," he muttered.

"Who are you supposed to be, sir?" Mac asked.

"I'm Obi-Wan, is it not obvious?" AJ looked down at his costume, thinking that he should've gone with the brown robes instead of the tan ones.

"Oh no, it's obvious," Mac said. "I've just never seen Star Wars, that's all."

AJ looked at Mac, then at Harm. He chuckled. "I see," he said. He started laughing even harder when he saw Harm and Mac's confused expressions.

"Do you two not know?" he asked, and they shook their heads.

"Han and Leia are a couple."

Mac's mouth immediately dropped open. "What?" she demanded. "I-she gets with him? She's a princess!"

Harm's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's just...scruffy looking."

"Who's scruffy looking?" Harm folded his arms over his chest, and AJ only laughed harder.


Pretend I posted this on Halloween instead of two days later...yeah...hope you guys enjoyed though!

Thanks for reading!

-Harper