Chapter 2 - Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I…I'm with you
Mac opened her eyes and she was on the bridge in the dark, cold, snowy night alone once again. 'What the hell is happening?!' Mac thought to herself. She was just with Harm, she knew she was! She remembered it! She was in the plane! Harm had crashed AGAIN! She just had such luck with Harm and planes. For such a hot guy and almost perfect he sure couldn't fly, or at least seem to when she was in a plane with him or when she was involved. Mac noticed one thing. It was getting colder. Sure it was snowing, but now she knew it wasn't real. She was once again dressed in her uniform. "Maybe I should try going…home…or to JAG…" Mac thought aloud. Mac decided at least then she'd be doing something, so she headed in the direction she hoped was JAG. She took a few steps and was suddenly at JAG Headquarters inside her office. She walked out, but no one was there. "I really need to snap out of this…" Mac headed to the elevator thinking she needed to try to find Harm. She went to push the elevator button and was in Harm's apartment. "Okay this is just weird…" Mac went into Harm's bedroom. "Harm?" she called. She knew he wouldn't be there, but she wished he was. She sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. She looked over at the nightstand and saw a picture frame with a picture of her and him at Bud and Harriett's wedding. Mac picked it up. 'Maybe I'm dying…' Mac thought. "I could be dying in that plane right now…" Mac remembered pulling her legs out, "or in Harm's arms. He's probably pulled me out by now…" Mac set the picture down, "why am I here?" Mac was feeling extremely lonely. "Harm?" she asked a bit desperately. There was no response. Mac dropped her head in her hands. She just wanted this all to be over. She wanted to be back with Harm even if she couldn't move her left arm and knew her leg was injured pretty badly. Mac was starting to feel like crying. 'I swear he always makes me cry over him…either that or my life falls apart…which he's usually involved in… If I'm dead. Then just let me die and be dead. If I'm not…I just want to go back…he needs my help…if they find him…he doesn't speak Farsi…not that they'd talk and then shoot…' "Harm…where are you?" Mac asked aloud almost crying.
"Mac, come on now…you need to wake up," Harm's voice echoed through the room.
"Harm?" Mac said happy to hear his voice. But how did she wake herself up? "HARM!"
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Mac sat straight up bumping heads with Harm, "HARM!" Just then a surge of pain went through Mac. Her leg was really bad, she could tell, she really needed it treated. She looked down at it, Harm had wrapped it up in most likely his own shirt and her arm was in a makeshift sling. Harm was pretty damned resourceful when he needed to be.
"You okay?" Harm asked sitting next to her holding her in his arms now.
Mac reached up to touch the spot where she and Harm had collided with her good hand. "Yeah…I think so…how about you?"
"I'm good. You keep blacking out on me. You sure you're okay?" Harm asked concerned.
"Technically no," Mac said and looking up at his concerned face only made her smile. "So, what's the plan, Sailor?"
"Well…how about we get out of Paraguay and make it to the US. From there we make our way back to Virginia. And somewhere along the way we need to get you some decent medical care."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. When we get back, I'm keeping an eye on you."
Mac smiled, she would definitely like that if it was at all possible which she knew it wasn't. One of them needed to be at JAG. "Harm, you know you can't…"
"Why?"
"Because you need to be at JAG so you can keep me up to date."
Harm looked down avoiding her eyes.
"Harm?"
"I resigned."
"WHAT?! WHY?!" Mac asked suddenly panicking. 'Had he resigned for me? He can't do that!'
"Someone needed to find you…"
"Harm…"
"Look, Mac, it's done. I found you and now I'm going to get you home."
Mac felt so horrible. Harm had quit the Navy for her. He had given up JAG and any possibility of flying in the Navy. All for her. He didn't have to do it. She wouldn't have wanted him to do it if she had the choice. She would never want him to give up the one thing that seemed to matter the most. Harm lived and breathed the Navy. She loved him and wanted him to be happy. But now it was seeming like getting her home safely and just being there for her was what he truly wanted. "I don't know how well I'm going to be able to move Harm…" Mac warned.
"I know. I got some branches…I figured we might need to splint your leg. It could be broken."
Mac nodded in agreement.
Harm let her lay down and went down and began to put the splint together.
Mac's face contorted in pain.
"Sorry…" Harm mumbled, he might have mumbled it, but he was extremely sincere. He would never want Mac in pain. He finished the splint and then helped Mac to her feet carefully, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to help support her. Harm looked at Mac, really examining her. He smiled when he realized she was still in her pregnancy suit. Perhaps that was what had kept her from injuring her stomach area. She was padded. "Mac…you know you're just glowing," he told her smiling as he began to walk in the direction he hoped was closer to the US or an embassy or something.
Mac looked down and realized what he was talking about. "Well thank you," Mac said smiling as much as she could trying to forget the pain she was actually in. Playing along is all she wanted to do. "You think Gunny got Webb out?"
"Gunny's a Marine, what do you think?" Harm asked back.
"But do you think Webb made it?" Mac asked worried. Clayton Webb had risked his life to save her and keep her from being harmed, but yet he was the whole reason she was there in the first place.
"I don't know, Mac, but I do know that you are never going to be on one of his crazy missions ever again."
"I knew the risks, Harm," Mac said trying to concentrate on actually walking and their conversation.
"He had no right in asking you in the first place. The CIA didn't even know you were involved, if I hadn't have come down it's likely all three of you would have died."
"Gunny would have come back for us."
"But would he have gotten you both out in time without getting himself killed?"
Mac didn't feel like answering the question. Harm being there had been good. He had saved her from being tortured for information, and he had found a way to keep the missiles from being used for detrimental purposes. Though Harm HAD gotten them crashed. "Have I told you that I am never flying with you ever again, yet?"
Harm smiled, "you know I'm only like this with you."
Mac smiled remembering to when they were in Australia. "I'm just SO lucky!" Mac told him sarcastically.
"You are," Harm told her.
"Do you think anyone's looking for us?" Mac asked pretty much already knowing the answer, just hoping for a more positive one.
"Highly unlikely since I don't think the CIA think this is an official mission. Hopefully Gunny will get back and somehow get together a team to get us out."
"You had to quit the Navy to come find me, how hard do you think that's going to be?"
"Honestly?" Harm asked hoping she'd say she wanted to hear good news.
Mac nodded.
'Damn,' Harm thought. He wanted her to think positively about them making it out. "It's pretty much close to impossible."
"You don't think the admiral can send a team in after us?"
"It's not that the admiral won't…it's just a matter of if he can. Don't worry, Mac, we'll make it. Have I ever let you down?"
"When it counts the most?" Mac asked remembering there had been some times when he hadn't been there for her, but those weren't the ones that counted as much as right now.
"Sure."
"No. Never."
"Then we're getting out of here, right?"
"Right," Mac said nodding her head trying hard to think positively.
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TBC Soon...
