Spring Fever
Chapter 9
0011 (local time) Somewhere over the Atlantic
The earliest flight out of Fiji was a red eye, which Harm and Mac gladly took. Mac was sleeping soundly in Harm's arms, leaning against him with the armrest up. It was the same situation as the last flight, but this time, each relished in never giving a second thought. Harm sat contently holding her, running his fingertips up and down her arm, gazing at the sleeping angel he held in his arms. They would deal with regs and all the other obstacles when the time came, right now he was content to take each moment as it came and cherish it. All of a sudden Mac bolted up in her chair.
"Where's the pumpkin!" A frantic half-asleep Marine demanded. Harm took one look at her and laughed. "I don't know, why don't you try QFC?" Mac looked at him as if he inhaled too many jet fumes. It took her a minute to process the interchange.
"Oh, I just had this bizarre dream. I was making the pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving and all of a sudden Martha Stewart was in my kitchen, and I was trying to make the pie. All of the sudden the pumpkin was eluding me, and Martha.well let's just say that lady would make one hell of a drill instructor." The mental image of Mac and Martha Stewart going at each other was almost too much. Harm burst out laughing, only to receive a dirty glare from a certain Marine.
"What are you laughing at; it wouldn't be so funny if it had been you against 'The Queen of "it's a good thing" "Mac you know normally with any paring I'd say you hands down, but with this particular pairing, I think you have found your match." With that comment Harm earned himself a slap on the arm.
After she settled into her previous position Harm rested his chin on her head and let his thoughts wander. He thought of everything from the possibility of children, to the quite nights after work, to sipping lemonade on the front porch when they are 80 and reliving 'the good old days'. The thought of walking along the Potomac lined with Cherry trees and visiting the Wall with Sarah on Christmas Eve, with the thoughts of his father he grew somber. His father's time with his mother was curtailed by the war. He never got to sit on a porch and drink lemonade and revisit the high points in life with the love of his life.
"What you thinkin' Fly-boy?" Mac looked up into his face full of wonderment.
"Oh, just how I am going to take you to the Wall this Christmas, and what we're going to do when we get home from this trip."
'Home, when they got home, back to D.C., it never crossed my mind, will we go back to our respective apartments? What is going to happen? Oh well" Mac thought, "We'll just cross the bridges as they come."
By the time they reached the District, it was late evening. The couple found Harm's SUV in long-term parking and headed to Mac's. The car ride was in a relaxing silence. Harm had one hand on the wheel and the other holding Mac's. Mac looked out the window at the lights dancing off the water in front of the Jefferson Memorial. She was glad they were home. Harm enjoyed watching the look of contentment grace her face; he too was glad they were home. Especially since they still had a week of leave before they had to report back into work.
"Well her we are, curbside service." Harm noted with a hint of lamentation. He didn't want to be separated, however, he needed to drop some off some of his belongings and get a few things in order.
"Harm, will you come up.at least for a little while?" Mac asked, making sure to not show disappointment.
"I'll get you settled, but I really do need to get some things."
"It's a deal Stick-boy!" Mac popped out of the car and went around getting her bag. Harm had beaten her to it. He got her suitcase out of the back with one hand and grabbed at her waist with the other, making Mac double over in laughter. They reached her door which Harm opened for her and set her bag down in side.
"What service, I'll be expecting this every time I come home Sailor." With that comment a shadow passed through Harm's usually bright blue eyes, quickly he tried to banish the thought of being separated from her. Harm was not fast enough in regaining his composure. Mac suddenly was a little confused, 'was it due to my comment, why would it bother him'. Seeing her puzzlement Harm quickly explained.
"It's not that I wouldn't welcome you home, it's just that, I'll be counting the days, minutes, and seconds until you would be back in my arms. It's just that, I dread the aspect of being separated from you." Mac smiled, 'he can be so cute sometimes'. She gently placed her palm on his cheek and slowly let her fingers trail down his face. She was as apprehensive as he was about the aspect of missions and separate investigations. She thought it worrying was sweet, it showed he cared. With a parting kiss, Harm promised to return, with god speed.
Chapter 9
0011 (local time) Somewhere over the Atlantic
The earliest flight out of Fiji was a red eye, which Harm and Mac gladly took. Mac was sleeping soundly in Harm's arms, leaning against him with the armrest up. It was the same situation as the last flight, but this time, each relished in never giving a second thought. Harm sat contently holding her, running his fingertips up and down her arm, gazing at the sleeping angel he held in his arms. They would deal with regs and all the other obstacles when the time came, right now he was content to take each moment as it came and cherish it. All of a sudden Mac bolted up in her chair.
"Where's the pumpkin!" A frantic half-asleep Marine demanded. Harm took one look at her and laughed. "I don't know, why don't you try QFC?" Mac looked at him as if he inhaled too many jet fumes. It took her a minute to process the interchange.
"Oh, I just had this bizarre dream. I was making the pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving and all of a sudden Martha Stewart was in my kitchen, and I was trying to make the pie. All of the sudden the pumpkin was eluding me, and Martha.well let's just say that lady would make one hell of a drill instructor." The mental image of Mac and Martha Stewart going at each other was almost too much. Harm burst out laughing, only to receive a dirty glare from a certain Marine.
"What are you laughing at; it wouldn't be so funny if it had been you against 'The Queen of "it's a good thing" "Mac you know normally with any paring I'd say you hands down, but with this particular pairing, I think you have found your match." With that comment Harm earned himself a slap on the arm.
After she settled into her previous position Harm rested his chin on her head and let his thoughts wander. He thought of everything from the possibility of children, to the quite nights after work, to sipping lemonade on the front porch when they are 80 and reliving 'the good old days'. The thought of walking along the Potomac lined with Cherry trees and visiting the Wall with Sarah on Christmas Eve, with the thoughts of his father he grew somber. His father's time with his mother was curtailed by the war. He never got to sit on a porch and drink lemonade and revisit the high points in life with the love of his life.
"What you thinkin' Fly-boy?" Mac looked up into his face full of wonderment.
"Oh, just how I am going to take you to the Wall this Christmas, and what we're going to do when we get home from this trip."
'Home, when they got home, back to D.C., it never crossed my mind, will we go back to our respective apartments? What is going to happen? Oh well" Mac thought, "We'll just cross the bridges as they come."
By the time they reached the District, it was late evening. The couple found Harm's SUV in long-term parking and headed to Mac's. The car ride was in a relaxing silence. Harm had one hand on the wheel and the other holding Mac's. Mac looked out the window at the lights dancing off the water in front of the Jefferson Memorial. She was glad they were home. Harm enjoyed watching the look of contentment grace her face; he too was glad they were home. Especially since they still had a week of leave before they had to report back into work.
"Well her we are, curbside service." Harm noted with a hint of lamentation. He didn't want to be separated, however, he needed to drop some off some of his belongings and get a few things in order.
"Harm, will you come up.at least for a little while?" Mac asked, making sure to not show disappointment.
"I'll get you settled, but I really do need to get some things."
"It's a deal Stick-boy!" Mac popped out of the car and went around getting her bag. Harm had beaten her to it. He got her suitcase out of the back with one hand and grabbed at her waist with the other, making Mac double over in laughter. They reached her door which Harm opened for her and set her bag down in side.
"What service, I'll be expecting this every time I come home Sailor." With that comment a shadow passed through Harm's usually bright blue eyes, quickly he tried to banish the thought of being separated from her. Harm was not fast enough in regaining his composure. Mac suddenly was a little confused, 'was it due to my comment, why would it bother him'. Seeing her puzzlement Harm quickly explained.
"It's not that I wouldn't welcome you home, it's just that, I'll be counting the days, minutes, and seconds until you would be back in my arms. It's just that, I dread the aspect of being separated from you." Mac smiled, 'he can be so cute sometimes'. She gently placed her palm on his cheek and slowly let her fingers trail down his face. She was as apprehensive as he was about the aspect of missions and separate investigations. She thought it worrying was sweet, it showed he cared. With a parting kiss, Harm promised to return, with god speed.
