Spring Fever
Chapter 7 Sorry this took so long to update. I recently had gum surgery, quarter projects and papers, and the awful virus going around. Hopefully you will enjoy. CP-thanks for the great ideas, and the comments really helped and for beata-ing! And you to Nat!;)
1630 (local time)
Harm's room #730
Harm and Mac returned to the room invigorated from their time on the beach. Together they lounged under the sun and the shade of the palm trees. The glittering blue water invited the wistful couple into playing in the sparkling waters. However, they were unaware of Mic Brumby watching their every move.
"Harm" Mac whined as she looked pitifully at him.
"What?" Harm inquired.
"I don't want to sit in the room all day but I can't think of anything to do."
"Well, we could go get some of those tropical fruity type drinks with the little umbrellas and sit near the pool." Harm closed in on her, brushing his fingertips up and down her arm.
"Lead the way Sailor." Mac looked him straight in the eye with a mischievous glint in her eye, before turning to go out the door.
They sat in chairs near the drink bar and the soft strains of music carried gently in the light breeze.
"Ma'am, what can I get you today? Might I suggest a drink, we have an excellent Strawberry Daiquiri," the waiter asked pleasantly.
"Thank you, but I think I will have a Tropical Storm Smoothie," Mac requested.
"And I'll have the same," Harm answered conscious of Mac. He never liked to drink in front of her.
"Always the noble one," A slurred voice near them gruffly interjected.
Harm's attention shifted to the man sitting next to them, "Pardon, did you say something?"
"Yeah, I said you are always the noble one Rabb, the knight in sssshining armor." The alcohol was becoming more apparent. Mic Brumby was totally smashed.
"Brumby, I should have known. Sar- Mac thought she saw you," Harm stated in an even tone.
"You know ssssomething Rabb, I neverr liked you. You took every thing away; you took her away from me, even though she is a whore," Brumby chuckled.
Mac stared into her drink, too numbed by the shock to do anything. 'How could he sit there and say those, those slanderous things?' She shook off the indolent feeling; anger was starting to bubble under her skin. The fire in her eyes was enough for Harm to know she needed to fight her own battle. Mac instantly rose out of her seat ready to confront one of her biggest demons. The rage inhibited her reasoning, and with one punch to the temple Brumby staggered back, clearly not expecting that scenario. Brumby clearly incited by the blow, grabbed Mac and threw her against the table. She slid to the ground in tears. Harm ran to her side, wiped the falling tears, kissed her gently on the forehead and turned to his love's attacker.
It was one thing for Brumby to hit him, but to hit Mac, Harm was not going to or could not let his Sarah experience any more pain, especially endure any more abuse.
"Brumby, leave her out of this," Harm's voice was beginning to falter, along with his resolve, giving way to the anger that was building like a tempest.
"That bitch, hurt me I had nothing after that charade of a relationship was over. I resigned my commission, moved to the States, and gave her everything," Brumby was yelling by this point, he was past angry he was livid.
"She never asked you to give up those things. You never asked her."
"So Sarah, you sleeping with this ass? I should have guessed you need a man in your bed to feel important." Brumby's tirade was reaching a level of unmatched proportions. An almost composed Mac, returned to tears. Harm had heard more than he could take. A well-placed right hook knocked the Aussie off the stool.
"Bloody hell Rabb, now you've done it, never piss off a boxer," Pushing him self off the ground. Once Brumby was standing he took a shot at Harm, who had turned his attention to Mac. Brumby's fist landed on Harm's lip, causing it to split. Harm swiveled around just in time to receive another blow, this time to the temple. Brumby stood laughing menacingly; Harm grabbed his lapels, set him up near the pool's edge and punched him again. Brumby tottered and landed in the water with a splash, cursing the entire time. Harm took off, not going anywhere in particular; just going. During this altercation Brumby had one opportunity to take a swing, and landed a fist on Harm's temple.
1745 (local time)
Harm's Room # 730
Mac collapsed on Harm's bed in tears. It had been so painful to hear those things he said, and now she couldn't find Harm. Mac laid her head on his pillow, breathing in his scent. It comforted her so. She cried her self to sleep, curled in a ball with one of Harm's USNA midshipmen sweatshirts.
Harm just walked, going nowhere. He let his feet take him wherever they felt like leading him. He was almost in tears. He couldn't let Brumby, of all people, say those things about he most amazing woman, the woman with whom he is so utterly in love. Any attack on his Sarah was an attack on him. She was the motivation, the reason he survived his last crash. Harm let his feet and his heart guide his way. 20 minutes later he found him self standing at the door of his room. He sighed and opened the door.
The click of the door stirred Mac from her sleep. Dazed and drowsy she looked up at the form leaning against the wall. "Harm?" She had been so worried, he had just disappeared. Harm choked on his words as he slowly made his way across the room.
Chapter 7 Sorry this took so long to update. I recently had gum surgery, quarter projects and papers, and the awful virus going around. Hopefully you will enjoy. CP-thanks for the great ideas, and the comments really helped and for beata-ing! And you to Nat!;)
1630 (local time)
Harm's room #730
Harm and Mac returned to the room invigorated from their time on the beach. Together they lounged under the sun and the shade of the palm trees. The glittering blue water invited the wistful couple into playing in the sparkling waters. However, they were unaware of Mic Brumby watching their every move.
"Harm" Mac whined as she looked pitifully at him.
"What?" Harm inquired.
"I don't want to sit in the room all day but I can't think of anything to do."
"Well, we could go get some of those tropical fruity type drinks with the little umbrellas and sit near the pool." Harm closed in on her, brushing his fingertips up and down her arm.
"Lead the way Sailor." Mac looked him straight in the eye with a mischievous glint in her eye, before turning to go out the door.
They sat in chairs near the drink bar and the soft strains of music carried gently in the light breeze.
"Ma'am, what can I get you today? Might I suggest a drink, we have an excellent Strawberry Daiquiri," the waiter asked pleasantly.
"Thank you, but I think I will have a Tropical Storm Smoothie," Mac requested.
"And I'll have the same," Harm answered conscious of Mac. He never liked to drink in front of her.
"Always the noble one," A slurred voice near them gruffly interjected.
Harm's attention shifted to the man sitting next to them, "Pardon, did you say something?"
"Yeah, I said you are always the noble one Rabb, the knight in sssshining armor." The alcohol was becoming more apparent. Mic Brumby was totally smashed.
"Brumby, I should have known. Sar- Mac thought she saw you," Harm stated in an even tone.
"You know ssssomething Rabb, I neverr liked you. You took every thing away; you took her away from me, even though she is a whore," Brumby chuckled.
Mac stared into her drink, too numbed by the shock to do anything. 'How could he sit there and say those, those slanderous things?' She shook off the indolent feeling; anger was starting to bubble under her skin. The fire in her eyes was enough for Harm to know she needed to fight her own battle. Mac instantly rose out of her seat ready to confront one of her biggest demons. The rage inhibited her reasoning, and with one punch to the temple Brumby staggered back, clearly not expecting that scenario. Brumby clearly incited by the blow, grabbed Mac and threw her against the table. She slid to the ground in tears. Harm ran to her side, wiped the falling tears, kissed her gently on the forehead and turned to his love's attacker.
It was one thing for Brumby to hit him, but to hit Mac, Harm was not going to or could not let his Sarah experience any more pain, especially endure any more abuse.
"Brumby, leave her out of this," Harm's voice was beginning to falter, along with his resolve, giving way to the anger that was building like a tempest.
"That bitch, hurt me I had nothing after that charade of a relationship was over. I resigned my commission, moved to the States, and gave her everything," Brumby was yelling by this point, he was past angry he was livid.
"She never asked you to give up those things. You never asked her."
"So Sarah, you sleeping with this ass? I should have guessed you need a man in your bed to feel important." Brumby's tirade was reaching a level of unmatched proportions. An almost composed Mac, returned to tears. Harm had heard more than he could take. A well-placed right hook knocked the Aussie off the stool.
"Bloody hell Rabb, now you've done it, never piss off a boxer," Pushing him self off the ground. Once Brumby was standing he took a shot at Harm, who had turned his attention to Mac. Brumby's fist landed on Harm's lip, causing it to split. Harm swiveled around just in time to receive another blow, this time to the temple. Brumby stood laughing menacingly; Harm grabbed his lapels, set him up near the pool's edge and punched him again. Brumby tottered and landed in the water with a splash, cursing the entire time. Harm took off, not going anywhere in particular; just going. During this altercation Brumby had one opportunity to take a swing, and landed a fist on Harm's temple.
1745 (local time)
Harm's Room # 730
Mac collapsed on Harm's bed in tears. It had been so painful to hear those things he said, and now she couldn't find Harm. Mac laid her head on his pillow, breathing in his scent. It comforted her so. She cried her self to sleep, curled in a ball with one of Harm's USNA midshipmen sweatshirts.
Harm just walked, going nowhere. He let his feet take him wherever they felt like leading him. He was almost in tears. He couldn't let Brumby, of all people, say those things about he most amazing woman, the woman with whom he is so utterly in love. Any attack on his Sarah was an attack on him. She was the motivation, the reason he survived his last crash. Harm let his feet and his heart guide his way. 20 minutes later he found him self standing at the door of his room. He sighed and opened the door.
The click of the door stirred Mac from her sleep. Dazed and drowsy she looked up at the form leaning against the wall. "Harm?" She had been so worried, he had just disappeared. Harm choked on his words as he slowly made his way across the room.
