Author's Note: So, how is my lovely second JAG fic? Even though I haven't watched JAG for long, I think Mac and Harm's relationship reminds me of Sam and Jack from Stargate SG-1. And I've done A LOT of Sam/Jack fics. So, hopefully I haven't killed the characters yet…and I know I haven't killed any literally….yet. : ) Ack! Sickness affecting my ability to actually get my ideas out of my head…so hopefully I still can get the rest done by this weekend. And yes I know it's not THAT long, but it's all I could manage especially since I want to add one more chapter.




Chapter 3 - Searching for a Face


I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone



Mac sighed; she was back on the bridge again. This was getting old. So, why the hell was she here…again? There were differences though; Mac noticed when she started to spin around to take in the area. There was a heavy layer of snow on the ground this time and that the snow was falling down even more. The increased snow and snowfall only made Mac colder. "Harm?!" Mac called worried. Was she just unconscious? First it had been because of the crash and the second time had been when she passed out from the pain. But Mac didn't remember exactly what had happened before she ended back up here. Had she gone to sleep? Had something happened where she was in immense pain again? Had she just passed out? What was going on? She just wanted the mission over with. Mac started to rub her arms in an effort to keep warm. She had her uniform on once again, but it was colder than the last time she was there. "I need to get out…or wake up or whatever. I just need out." Mac started to head off of the bridge, but there was so much snow cover. She was in uniform, but tights and heels were not exactly clothing for cold weather. Mac closed her eyes for a minute wishing for the snow away and to just be awake. Mac opened her eyes and to her surprise she was surrounded by a crowd of people. 'Strange,' Mac thought. 'No one was in clothes for the weather and it was still so quiet.' "Hello?" Mac said to a man walking past her when she suddenly realized that everyone's face looked blurred. She wouldn't be able to recognize anyone. Mac just wanted to be back with Harm, or anywhere where she and he would be safe. She hoped somehow they could get home soon. The hard part she knew was to actually make it to the United States or to an airport where they could fly out. Just something. And now she was once again trapped in a dreamscape, where it was just getting colder every time and only confused her more. Everything was so quiet. "Harm?!" Mac yelled and then suddenly got very quiet, "someone?" Mac couldn't help it anymore. It was all just making her nervous, panicky, and extremely confused. Mac dropped to the cold snowy ground and dropped her head in her hands and started to cry.



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"It's going to be okay, Mac," Harm told her as he replaced the piece of wet cloth on her forehead that was serving as a washcloth. He had seen tears start to go down her cheeks and wasn't sure if it was because she was in more pain or if she was just having a bad dream. They had made it safely a considerable distance before Mac had passed out from what Harm could only guess was pain and stress. She had been burning up ever since she passed out and Harm didn't know exactly what to do. He had found a spot where they would be safe for the night and managed to start a small fire that he hoped no one would spot, but he knew that Mac was most likely going into shock if she hadn't been already and she needed to keep warm. Harm wrapped his arms around her.

"Harm?" Mac said in a very low scared tone.

"It's okay, Mac, I'm here," Harm said seeing that her eyes were opened to slits.

"Leave me," she told him weakly.

"You know that's not going to happen."

"It's so cold…" Mac said shivering a bit.

"There's a fire going," Harm said and started to rub her arms hoping to warm her up a bit.

"I don't see it…there's just snow…" Mac said confused.

"There's no snow, Mac," Harm told her tilting her face up so he could look into her eyes. "We're in Paraguay, remember?"

Mac couldn't make out Harm's face for more than a blur, which only produced more tears. She reached up for his face, "Harm? Harm? Where are you?" Mac asked frantically before she passed out again.



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Harm was afraid he was going to lose Mac after the last time she had passed out. All he could do was try to keep her warm and try to get her fever down. He knew he could do more in the morning. It had been hours though since Mac had passed out and Harm just wished she would mumble something or open her eyes a bit. Harm heard movement. He didn't think it would be wise to move Mac, which meant him not moving since he was holding her. Harm just hoped that maybe it was a bird or something.

A minute later a familiar face immerged from the near by bush. "Commander?"

"Gunny?" Harm asked not quite sure if he was just dreaming they were rescued.

Gunny smiled and he and a group of who Harm could only think to be the cavalry surrounded them. One of them pulled Mac from Harm's arms, and pulled out a medical kit, obviously a medic.

"Come on, Sir; let's get you two to the trucks and on planes home. How does that sound?" Gunny asked.

"Like music to my ears," Harm said smiling wide.

Gunny helped Harm up. "Come on, we'll have you both back in Virginia in a few hours."

"The admiral let you come after us?" Harm asked. The admiral hadn't allowed him to go after Mac, so why would he let Gunny come after the both of them?

"Well apparently when you majorly help the CIA with something they've been trying to do for quite sometime they do favors like send in a team to extract remaining members."

"I'll have to remember that."


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TBC...