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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em.
Author's Note: Somebody reviewed and said that they were ticked off at the 'chapter' posting. That people shouldn't 'beg for reviews' before they've posted the whole story. Why don't I post a whole story, but instead do chapters? Because personally, I don't have time to read a 6000-9000 word story. I do have time to read chapters, and I figure that most other people are the same way. Anyway, that's why I post my stories chapter at a time. Thanks to all of you that reviewed positively, that was greatly appreciated.
I've decided to not do the alternate chapter thing where she picks Webb, and Harm in different chapters. I don't have time to do that, and I don't know if I can write Webb/Mac. I'm pretty sure there aren't many Mac/Webb fans reading this story, so I'm not worried about making anybody upset. Anyway, sorry for talking so much. Here's your next chapter. Hope you like it.
----------- Mac's Apartment Georgetown 2035 EST
My palms are sweating, my heart is pounding. I knock on her door, praying that Webb's not here. Please, God, I've never asked you for anything. Let this work.
Clayton Webb opens the door, a bandage on his head and a cast on his right arm. His face is still scratched up, but looking much better than the last time I saw him. My heart falls, as does my mood, when I see him.
"Rabb. How are you?" He asks. I nod to him.
"Webb. I've been better. Is-Is Mac here?" I ask. Narrowing his eyes a little, he nods and turns back into the apartment, calling out,
"Sarah, could you come here?"
She comes out of the kitchen, wearing a pair of plaid flannel pajama shorts and a white tanktop. Her hair is tucked behind her ears, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet.
The look on her face when she sees me will be forever burned into my memory. Her eyes are wide, her eyebrows high. She didn't really expect me to just let go of her like that, did she?
"Harm. What are you doing here?" She asks me, her tone warm but not too warm. I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling very foolish and uncomfortable under the gazes of Mac and Webb.
"I-uh, can I talk to you privately?" I ask her. She glances at Webb, then nods.
"Yeah, sure. Let's step out in the hallway." She says, sliding past Webb and turning to him before closing the door.
"We'll only be a minute. Why don't you check on the pizza?" She asks him. He nods and limps off towards the kitchen as she closes the door. Turning to me, she looks at me expectantly. I clear my throat.
"Um...I-I wanted to talk to you about...Can I have another chance? Please, I'll do anything." I plead. I've never stuttered that much in my life. She frowns.
"Another chance at what?" She asks. Clearing my throat again, I look into her eyes.
"Another chance with you. I realize that you've moved on, that you're with Webb, but I can't let you go without a fight." I gulp, taking another deep, shuddering breath. "I love you, Sarah."
Her response is classic. Her mouth drops open, her eyes widen, and she stares at me before deftly breaking my heart.
"Harm, you're only saying that because you're jealous of Clay and I." She says. I nod eagerly.
"I am jealous of you and Webb, but that's not why I'm telling you this. I'm telling you because I really do love you. You mean more to me than anything in the world, that's why I came to Paraguay to find you. I was having these awful nightmares about losing you, about that last conversation we had before you left, and I just had to come find you. I would have died if something happened to you." I say, finally finding the words that I've been looking for to say to her for so long.
Her gaze has softened, her chocolate-brown eyes are dark with an emotion that I've seen there a hundred times and can now identify as love. She still loves me.
"Harm, I can't just-This is so hard." She mutters, trying to gather her thoughts.
"Sarah, I know that you still love me. I know that you feel the same way for me as I do for you. Please, don't do this to us." I beg of her. She looks into my eyes, hers are torn in indecision.
"Harm..." She whispers, tears gathering in her eyes.
"Sarah, please. Think about it. Please." I whisper, reaching up to wipe away a tear that has escaped from her eye. Instead of shying away from my touch, she leans into it. Then she nods.
"I will. I will think about it." She whispers. Then she draws away from me, glancing at me one last time before going back into her apartment.
I take a deep breath, rubbing my thumb and forefinger together, feeling her warm tears in between them. Smiling faintly, I turn and walk down the hallway, back to my car.
Now all I can do is wait.
------------------ McMurphy's Bar Georgetown 2120 EST
Sitting at the bar, I take another sip of my Cherry Coke. Somehow, it just didn't feel right to drink alcohol. Not now, not while waiting for Sarah to make her decision. Maybe I'll just stop drinking altogether. I don't know.
"Rabb."
The voice startles me, but when I look over, I see Clayton Webb getting into the stool next to me. He orders a Gibson, then turns to me.
"You may have ruined the best thing in my life tonight." He says, matter-of- factly. I nod.
"I know. But I won't say I'm sorry." I respond, taking a drink of my soda. His drink arrives, he takes a sip and looks at me again.
"So you finally realized how wonderful she is." He says. I shake my head.
"I knew that all along. I'm just now realizing how blind I've been all this time. I've been in love with her forever." I tell him, still staring forward.
"Yeah, well...You're not the only one in the world that loves her." He says, a little bitter. I nod.
"I know that. But she loves me, too. I can say that for sure. Can you?" I ask him. He sighs, shakes his head.
"No. She's been thinking about you all day. I can tell, it's in her eyes. When we were eating dinner, it wasn't me she was thinking about. She was somewhere else, as usual. And that's usually with you." He says. Sighing, I nod.
"I'm the same way. I need her, Webb. She's all I have." I say. His nod is barely percievable out of the corner of my eye.
"I know. I know. I didn't think you'd give up the Navy, or Tomcats for anything." He says quietly. I nod.
"Neither did I. Not until I did it for her. You're not the only one that would do anything for her." I tell him, risking a glance at him. He nods again.
"I know it. Well, whichever one of us she chooses, I hope she's happy." He says. Nodding, I hold up my soda.
"I'll drink to that." I say. Glancing at me, he raises his glass and we toast, then finish our drinks in silence.
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AN 2: Thanks for reading. I don't know how long it will be until I can update it again, but I'll try to make it soon.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em.
Author's Note: Somebody reviewed and said that they were ticked off at the 'chapter' posting. That people shouldn't 'beg for reviews' before they've posted the whole story. Why don't I post a whole story, but instead do chapters? Because personally, I don't have time to read a 6000-9000 word story. I do have time to read chapters, and I figure that most other people are the same way. Anyway, that's why I post my stories chapter at a time. Thanks to all of you that reviewed positively, that was greatly appreciated.
I've decided to not do the alternate chapter thing where she picks Webb, and Harm in different chapters. I don't have time to do that, and I don't know if I can write Webb/Mac. I'm pretty sure there aren't many Mac/Webb fans reading this story, so I'm not worried about making anybody upset. Anyway, sorry for talking so much. Here's your next chapter. Hope you like it.
----------- Mac's Apartment Georgetown 2035 EST
My palms are sweating, my heart is pounding. I knock on her door, praying that Webb's not here. Please, God, I've never asked you for anything. Let this work.
Clayton Webb opens the door, a bandage on his head and a cast on his right arm. His face is still scratched up, but looking much better than the last time I saw him. My heart falls, as does my mood, when I see him.
"Rabb. How are you?" He asks. I nod to him.
"Webb. I've been better. Is-Is Mac here?" I ask. Narrowing his eyes a little, he nods and turns back into the apartment, calling out,
"Sarah, could you come here?"
She comes out of the kitchen, wearing a pair of plaid flannel pajama shorts and a white tanktop. Her hair is tucked behind her ears, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet.
The look on her face when she sees me will be forever burned into my memory. Her eyes are wide, her eyebrows high. She didn't really expect me to just let go of her like that, did she?
"Harm. What are you doing here?" She asks me, her tone warm but not too warm. I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling very foolish and uncomfortable under the gazes of Mac and Webb.
"I-uh, can I talk to you privately?" I ask her. She glances at Webb, then nods.
"Yeah, sure. Let's step out in the hallway." She says, sliding past Webb and turning to him before closing the door.
"We'll only be a minute. Why don't you check on the pizza?" She asks him. He nods and limps off towards the kitchen as she closes the door. Turning to me, she looks at me expectantly. I clear my throat.
"Um...I-I wanted to talk to you about...Can I have another chance? Please, I'll do anything." I plead. I've never stuttered that much in my life. She frowns.
"Another chance at what?" She asks. Clearing my throat again, I look into her eyes.
"Another chance with you. I realize that you've moved on, that you're with Webb, but I can't let you go without a fight." I gulp, taking another deep, shuddering breath. "I love you, Sarah."
Her response is classic. Her mouth drops open, her eyes widen, and she stares at me before deftly breaking my heart.
"Harm, you're only saying that because you're jealous of Clay and I." She says. I nod eagerly.
"I am jealous of you and Webb, but that's not why I'm telling you this. I'm telling you because I really do love you. You mean more to me than anything in the world, that's why I came to Paraguay to find you. I was having these awful nightmares about losing you, about that last conversation we had before you left, and I just had to come find you. I would have died if something happened to you." I say, finally finding the words that I've been looking for to say to her for so long.
Her gaze has softened, her chocolate-brown eyes are dark with an emotion that I've seen there a hundred times and can now identify as love. She still loves me.
"Harm, I can't just-This is so hard." She mutters, trying to gather her thoughts.
"Sarah, I know that you still love me. I know that you feel the same way for me as I do for you. Please, don't do this to us." I beg of her. She looks into my eyes, hers are torn in indecision.
"Harm..." She whispers, tears gathering in her eyes.
"Sarah, please. Think about it. Please." I whisper, reaching up to wipe away a tear that has escaped from her eye. Instead of shying away from my touch, she leans into it. Then she nods.
"I will. I will think about it." She whispers. Then she draws away from me, glancing at me one last time before going back into her apartment.
I take a deep breath, rubbing my thumb and forefinger together, feeling her warm tears in between them. Smiling faintly, I turn and walk down the hallway, back to my car.
Now all I can do is wait.
------------------ McMurphy's Bar Georgetown 2120 EST
Sitting at the bar, I take another sip of my Cherry Coke. Somehow, it just didn't feel right to drink alcohol. Not now, not while waiting for Sarah to make her decision. Maybe I'll just stop drinking altogether. I don't know.
"Rabb."
The voice startles me, but when I look over, I see Clayton Webb getting into the stool next to me. He orders a Gibson, then turns to me.
"You may have ruined the best thing in my life tonight." He says, matter-of- factly. I nod.
"I know. But I won't say I'm sorry." I respond, taking a drink of my soda. His drink arrives, he takes a sip and looks at me again.
"So you finally realized how wonderful she is." He says. I shake my head.
"I knew that all along. I'm just now realizing how blind I've been all this time. I've been in love with her forever." I tell him, still staring forward.
"Yeah, well...You're not the only one in the world that loves her." He says, a little bitter. I nod.
"I know that. But she loves me, too. I can say that for sure. Can you?" I ask him. He sighs, shakes his head.
"No. She's been thinking about you all day. I can tell, it's in her eyes. When we were eating dinner, it wasn't me she was thinking about. She was somewhere else, as usual. And that's usually with you." He says. Sighing, I nod.
"I'm the same way. I need her, Webb. She's all I have." I say. His nod is barely percievable out of the corner of my eye.
"I know. I know. I didn't think you'd give up the Navy, or Tomcats for anything." He says quietly. I nod.
"Neither did I. Not until I did it for her. You're not the only one that would do anything for her." I tell him, risking a glance at him. He nods again.
"I know it. Well, whichever one of us she chooses, I hope she's happy." He says. Nodding, I hold up my soda.
"I'll drink to that." I say. Glancing at me, he raises his glass and we toast, then finish our drinks in silence.
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AN 2: Thanks for reading. I don't know how long it will be until I can update it again, but I'll try to make it soon.
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