author's notes: There is no money being made off of this. No infringement is intended. I only wanted to play in the playground that was created for us all by Bellisario and Company. All recognizable characters belong to them anyway. I got the spelling for Sergei's Mother from a JAG guest stars web site, I can't remember the one so if the spelling is wrong, I am sorry.
Thanks to everyone for the reviews, they really make this all worth while. I appreciate them whether they are good or bad, but the flames really hurt. Luckily since I started writing JAG fics there haven't been any flames. I guess that means JAG fans tend to be a nicer bunch of people. Review Responses will not be listed until I get a few more reviews.
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CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur
1800 Zulu (12 PM)
December 26, 2003
North of Union Station, Harm's Apartment
Georgetown
"Son, do you know when Sarah and Sergei are supposed to be here?" My Mom asked me.
"Not exactly, but I do hope it will be after Dad, Sarah, and Pitchta get back here. I would like to have everyone settled before they get here." I replied.
"I am not sure how you Grandmother will take this, Harm." Frank interjected.
"I think Grandma has always believed and known that Dad was alive. Even when no one else believed it, she did. She never gave up, even when I had lost all hope in Russia, she managed to some how rekindle that belief in me." I said. "She will be okay with it. I am more concerned with how Sergei will take this."
I heard some suitcases drop in the hall when a new voice popped up. "How I will take what, brother?" My little brother Sergei asked.
That was when I heard my Grandmother speak up. "How you will take the surprise that they have planned for the both of us." As she looked at me I knew that she knew what that surprise was. "So where is Sarah? Did you ask her yet?"
"She is, with, uhm, at. She will be here really soon. And yes, I did ask her. She said yes. I think I hear my truck now. I guess I will go help them." I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
"Sergei, why don't you go help Harmon with the suitcases." Grandma Sarah said, shooing Sergei out the door.
"Sarah, you know, that is the first time that I have ever heard you call Harm by Harmon." Frank said. "You know what, or who the surprise is don't you?"
"Yes, Frank. I know who the surprises are. It's been a while since Sergei has seen his Mother, and he has never met his Father. I think they are both long overdue. Don't you?" Sarah asked rhetorically. "Besides, I never once believed my son wouldn't eventually come home to us."
"You don't hate me because I remarried do you?" Trish asked.
"Trish, you were the first love of my son's life. But he will be the first to let you know how glad he is that you moved on with your life. We all know that Harm needed a good male influence in his life. I know I couldn't have found a better man to help raise my Grandson." Grandma Sarah continued, "You ceased being my Daughter in law years ago, Trish, when you became my daughter. I love you as if I had given birth to you myself."
"Oh, Sarah. Mom, I love you too. Thank you for everything. But aren't you just a little bit nervous about seeing Harmon again? I would have been, if I had known beforehand that he was going to be here." Trish stated.
Before Grandma Sarah continued the rest of the party came in. There wasn't a dry eye in the apartment for the next couple of hours. Frank and my Dad actually became friends in that short time. Sergei couldn't get over the fact that Dad was sitting between the two of us. And Dad couldn't get over the fact that it had taken me the better part of a decade to get my head out of my six and propose to Mac, Sarah. I am going to have to get used to calling her Sarah. My Dad was very honored that I had also used his Grandmother's rings. It was a long time before there was talk of anything else. It wasn't until Frank asked Sergei for a recap of what happened outside, that talk shifted.
**flashback**
1830 Zulu (12:30 pm)
December 26, 2003
outside Harm's apartment
Georgetown
"Harm, Grandmother sent me out here to help you." Sergei stated.
"Good, because I think that your Mother needs help getting out of the truck. I'll help Sarah and Dad." I stated, realizing that Sergei was too stunned to see his Mother here that he didn't catch me saying that Dad was here also.
Sarah and Dad got out of the truck and Dad whispered to me, "I take it that this is Sergei? And he is too stunned at seeing his mother to notice me."
But before I could answer Sergei had finally noticed us. "Brother, thank you for bringing my Mother. Who is? No way. It cannot be." He managed to stutter out before Dad walked over to him.
"You must be Sergei? Harm and Pitchta have told me so much about you. I am so glad that I have finally gotten the chance to meet you." Dad stated.
"You are our Father, no?" Sergei questioned.
"Yes. Before you can ask, it is a very long story, and I really only want to tell it in its entirety once. So I am going to wait until we are all together. Is that okay?" Dad asked. His answer was Sergei grabbing him in a giant bear hug crying.
It only ended when I mentioned, "Dad, Grandma is upstairs waiting."
"Mom?" Dad asked, and when I nodded we all realized it was time to go in.
Mac and I followed the other three up the stairs. Before we walked in she stopped me and turned me towards her. "Harm, I love you." She said as she pulled me to her, and we just stood there kissing for a few minutes.
**end of flashback**