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I still don't own them, believe it or not.
0212 Harms Appartment
Mac stirred and looked around. She rolled over and looked at her alarm clock already knowing the time. 2:12 am. It was strange waking up in Harm's spare bed room. She had been staying with him for the last week.
She could hear coming from the kitchen, the muffled giggles of her son and Harm, then came the louder.
"Shush! We don't want to wake you're mother."
"But Dad!" Was the giggled reply, "You're making more noise than me."
The strange thing about trying to be quiet is that when you -try- to be quiet, you always make more noise than if you were merely going about your business. A metal bowl crashed to the floor, echoing on the wooden parquetry floor.
"Oops, Alex get a rag." More giggling.
Mac smiled and walked out to the kitchen. She couldn't help but laugh when confronted with the scene before her. Alex was sitting atop the kitchen counter. Patches of pancake mixture and flour, on his face, his shirt and all thought his hair. He saluted his mother, with a pancake covered egg beater and succeeded only in getting more mixture on his pajamas and the bench. Harm looked up, his face covered by flour in much the same way as his son's.
"Sorry to wake you Mac" He said, smiling sheepishly, examining the flour covered kitchen. "We got hungry."
Mac laughed. "And cooking is such messy work. How can I help?"
Harm grinned and gestured to the mixing bowl. She chuckled and rolling up her sleeves helped Alex to stir the mixture while Harm turned on the frying pan. Within ten minutes, Mac herself had a large amount of flour in her hair and on her face. To start with, she had wondered how it was possible to get that much flour everywhere. But she soon discovered that Alex liked dipping his hands in the flour and brushing his hands through their hair when they weren't looking.
It didn't take long for the pancakes to be cooked and the three sat on the kitchen benches, almost covered from head to toe in flour and ate the product of their midnight kitchen raid. When Alex began to yawn Mac chuckled.
"Come on Tiger, back to bed. It's late, or rather early, and you've got school tomorrow."
The boy was exhausted, excited and exhausted, but the exhaustion overruled the excitement and so he complied and giving his father a hug was led to the bathroom to wash his face and clean his teeth. He then climbed into bed.
"Goodnight Mom. Sleep well."
"Goodnight Alex, sleep well Darl."
She walked from the room back to the kitchen where Harm was cleaning up. She helped him in silence and soon the kitchen was spotless again.
"Mac.you you want coffee? A, a drink?"
She shook her head. "No thank you Harm, it'd keep me up."
He nodded. "Yeah, guess so, anyway, uh, goodnight Mac. Sleep well." He nodded and without waiting for a reply headed for his room.
"Goodnight Harm." She called out, and sighing went to the bathroom to clean her teeth again. She walked back to her room and climbed into bed. Turning off the light, she heard a few minutes later, Harm going to the bathroom to clean his teeth. A few more minutes passed and his footsteps could be heard going up the hall and his light was turned off. Mac sighed and rolled over to go to sleep, as did Harm, but unknowingly, they both spent many hours lying awake, both unable to get back to sleep.
I still don't own them, believe it or not.
0212 Harms Appartment
Mac stirred and looked around. She rolled over and looked at her alarm clock already knowing the time. 2:12 am. It was strange waking up in Harm's spare bed room. She had been staying with him for the last week.
She could hear coming from the kitchen, the muffled giggles of her son and Harm, then came the louder.
"Shush! We don't want to wake you're mother."
"But Dad!" Was the giggled reply, "You're making more noise than me."
The strange thing about trying to be quiet is that when you -try- to be quiet, you always make more noise than if you were merely going about your business. A metal bowl crashed to the floor, echoing on the wooden parquetry floor.
"Oops, Alex get a rag." More giggling.
Mac smiled and walked out to the kitchen. She couldn't help but laugh when confronted with the scene before her. Alex was sitting atop the kitchen counter. Patches of pancake mixture and flour, on his face, his shirt and all thought his hair. He saluted his mother, with a pancake covered egg beater and succeeded only in getting more mixture on his pajamas and the bench. Harm looked up, his face covered by flour in much the same way as his son's.
"Sorry to wake you Mac" He said, smiling sheepishly, examining the flour covered kitchen. "We got hungry."
Mac laughed. "And cooking is such messy work. How can I help?"
Harm grinned and gestured to the mixing bowl. She chuckled and rolling up her sleeves helped Alex to stir the mixture while Harm turned on the frying pan. Within ten minutes, Mac herself had a large amount of flour in her hair and on her face. To start with, she had wondered how it was possible to get that much flour everywhere. But she soon discovered that Alex liked dipping his hands in the flour and brushing his hands through their hair when they weren't looking.
It didn't take long for the pancakes to be cooked and the three sat on the kitchen benches, almost covered from head to toe in flour and ate the product of their midnight kitchen raid. When Alex began to yawn Mac chuckled.
"Come on Tiger, back to bed. It's late, or rather early, and you've got school tomorrow."
The boy was exhausted, excited and exhausted, but the exhaustion overruled the excitement and so he complied and giving his father a hug was led to the bathroom to wash his face and clean his teeth. He then climbed into bed.
"Goodnight Mom. Sleep well."
"Goodnight Alex, sleep well Darl."
She walked from the room back to the kitchen where Harm was cleaning up. She helped him in silence and soon the kitchen was spotless again.
"Mac.you you want coffee? A, a drink?"
She shook her head. "No thank you Harm, it'd keep me up."
He nodded. "Yeah, guess so, anyway, uh, goodnight Mac. Sleep well." He nodded and without waiting for a reply headed for his room.
"Goodnight Harm." She called out, and sighing went to the bathroom to clean her teeth again. She walked back to her room and climbed into bed. Turning off the light, she heard a few minutes later, Harm going to the bathroom to clean his teeth. A few more minutes passed and his footsteps could be heard going up the hall and his light was turned off. Mac sighed and rolled over to go to sleep, as did Harm, but unknowingly, they both spent many hours lying awake, both unable to get back to sleep.