Title: Gone with a Tangled Web
Author: Nan
Rating: PG-13
Classification: vignette, Harm/Mac
Spoilers: A Tangled Web II
Summary: You'll see. My apologies to Margaret Mitchell
She was running, running in the swirling mists. It was like her old nightmare. She needed to get to Harm.
She rapped on the metal door of his loft apartment. The door creaked slightly and she realized it was slightly ajar. She pushed it inward.
The apartment was dark. It was a foggy DC morning and she could see the mists swirling around the uncurtained windows. She peered through the gloom. There he was, sitting on a chair looking out into the gray mists. On the small table beside the chair was a brandy and cigar in an ashtray. A curl of smoke made a path upwards from the cigar.
"Is she gone?" he asked never lifting his gaze from the sweating window.
"Yes," she said. "She died on the floor of the admiral's office giving birth to James Kirk."
"A great lady," he said picking up the cigar and taking a long drag.
"She told me to look after the baby. It's not five years but I thought...I mean, I ran all the way here, in the fog, from JAG to find you." her voice trailed off.
"You thought I might want to help you. After all, we did have the baby promise," he said turning to look at her.
"Yes, yes," she said. "We can do it together. Get married and raise a family."
"What about the esteemed Mr. Webb?" he said taking a drink of brandy.
"Clay? Harm, don't you see? I don't love him. I thought I did after the $50,000 necklace but I don't, I don't. It's you I love," she felt desperation rise in her voice. She could make him understand. She could get whatever she wanted, if she put her mind to it.
"It's too late," he said.
"It's never too late. I'll make it up to you." She felt anxious at his lack of concern. "Before she died, she told me that you loved me. Harm, Harm, tell me that you love me. Tell me that it's true."
"I loved you for years. I loved the feisty marine in you. I wanted to protect you. But then there were all of those cases. All we seemed to do was quarrel. I watched as that feisty marine died. You could never quite love me back. Brumby, Dalton, Webb, they all succumbed to your charms." He talked slowly focused on the window and it's shadowy shapes.
"You talk like it's in the past. I'm here, Harm. And I love you. It's all right."
"I'm not sure what has made you change your mind, my dear. But it is in the past. I can't do this anymore," his voice was low but firm.
"Harm, Harm you can't say that. I love you. I'm here. I'll make you happy. I don't need to be on top anymore. What will I do without you?" she cried desperately dropping on her knees by his chair, her hands on his left forearm.
He lifted his arm and pulled it gently away from her grasp. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," he said.
#
She was kneeling on her desk at JAG, head bowed, her fists tangled in the legal briefs on the desk. Tears streaked her face. I'll get him back, she thought. But I can't think about it now.
"JAG, JAG," She heard the surreal voice of Admiral Chegwidden calling out through the swirling mists that filled her office. "All that really matters are ratings and JAG."
She stopped and thought, feeling new strength course through her veins. She clenched her fist and held it to office ceiling.
"I will get him back. I will. I will. For next week is another episode!"
Author: Nan
Rating: PG-13
Classification: vignette, Harm/Mac
Spoilers: A Tangled Web II
Summary: You'll see. My apologies to Margaret Mitchell
She was running, running in the swirling mists. It was like her old nightmare. She needed to get to Harm.
She rapped on the metal door of his loft apartment. The door creaked slightly and she realized it was slightly ajar. She pushed it inward.
The apartment was dark. It was a foggy DC morning and she could see the mists swirling around the uncurtained windows. She peered through the gloom. There he was, sitting on a chair looking out into the gray mists. On the small table beside the chair was a brandy and cigar in an ashtray. A curl of smoke made a path upwards from the cigar.
"Is she gone?" he asked never lifting his gaze from the sweating window.
"Yes," she said. "She died on the floor of the admiral's office giving birth to James Kirk."
"A great lady," he said picking up the cigar and taking a long drag.
"She told me to look after the baby. It's not five years but I thought...I mean, I ran all the way here, in the fog, from JAG to find you." her voice trailed off.
"You thought I might want to help you. After all, we did have the baby promise," he said turning to look at her.
"Yes, yes," she said. "We can do it together. Get married and raise a family."
"What about the esteemed Mr. Webb?" he said taking a drink of brandy.
"Clay? Harm, don't you see? I don't love him. I thought I did after the $50,000 necklace but I don't, I don't. It's you I love," she felt desperation rise in her voice. She could make him understand. She could get whatever she wanted, if she put her mind to it.
"It's too late," he said.
"It's never too late. I'll make it up to you." She felt anxious at his lack of concern. "Before she died, she told me that you loved me. Harm, Harm, tell me that you love me. Tell me that it's true."
"I loved you for years. I loved the feisty marine in you. I wanted to protect you. But then there were all of those cases. All we seemed to do was quarrel. I watched as that feisty marine died. You could never quite love me back. Brumby, Dalton, Webb, they all succumbed to your charms." He talked slowly focused on the window and it's shadowy shapes.
"You talk like it's in the past. I'm here, Harm. And I love you. It's all right."
"I'm not sure what has made you change your mind, my dear. But it is in the past. I can't do this anymore," his voice was low but firm.
"Harm, Harm you can't say that. I love you. I'm here. I'll make you happy. I don't need to be on top anymore. What will I do without you?" she cried desperately dropping on her knees by his chair, her hands on his left forearm.
He lifted his arm and pulled it gently away from her grasp. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," he said.
#
She was kneeling on her desk at JAG, head bowed, her fists tangled in the legal briefs on the desk. Tears streaked her face. I'll get him back, she thought. But I can't think about it now.
"JAG, JAG," She heard the surreal voice of Admiral Chegwidden calling out through the swirling mists that filled her office. "All that really matters are ratings and JAG."
She stopped and thought, feeling new strength course through her veins. She clenched her fist and held it to office ceiling.
"I will get him back. I will. I will. For next week is another episode!"