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(Mac's POV)


I was pissed.


Not at Harm, not really, but how could I be? He was confused; I could just feel it. No, I was pissed at the doctor. He had emergency surgery three and half an hour ago, and still couldn't come and talk to me. So here I was, pacing the halls, waiting for some answer, of why my partner, my friend, was acting the way he was. I was about to go yell at the receptionist, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and jumped.


"Excuse me, are you by any chance Sarah Mackenzie?" I turned to face the woman, and I felt that I knew her somehow. She was standing next to an older gentleman, who had a warm look in his eyes.


"Yes," I answered cautiously.


"It's so nice to meet you. I have heard so many things about you. I'm Harm's mother Trish, and this is my husband Frank. Are you okay?" She asked concerned, as we exchanged hand shakes.


God, am I that transparent? Yes I had been crying over this women's son, but how could I explain that to her?


"I'm sorry," I said wiping at my eyes.


"Is Harm okay? When we called, the doctor said that other then some minor injuries and amnesia, he was going to be okay. Did something happen?"


I sighed not even knowing where to begin.


"Maybe we should sit down," I said gesturing to some chairs.


When we sat, I clenched my hands in my lap, and willed myself not to cry as I explained this.


"I saw harm earlier this morning, and he didn't want to see me. Now when he left for this trip, he and I left on good terms. We even agreed to go shopping together for little AJ's, that's our Godson, Christmas present. Harm told me that he didn't want to have anything to with me, or Sturgis. He was yelling it at me. I don't know he was talking about. He knew who I was, and I don't understand that. The doctor told me he had total amnesia. I have been waiting more than three hours for some answers, but the doctor was called into surgery."


"Oh my goodness," Trish said, covering her mouth with her hands.

"And you have no idea where this behavior is coming from?" Frank asked taking Trish's hand in his.


"No, I have no idea."


"Maybe we should go and talk to him, Frank."


I nodded eagerly. I was hoping they would. Maybe know I can get some answers. As they left, I sat back feeling somewhat drained. How could this be happening?"


A few minutes later, I jumped to my feet when I heard Harm yelling, but the nurse beat me to the room, and ushered Trish and Frank out. Trish had tears in her eyes, while Frank looked grim. When we sat back down, I quietly asked them what Harm had said.


"He said that he had nothing to say to me or Frank. He-he just seemed so hateful. I have never seen him act like that, not ever. And when I asked him what he was talking about, he said that he might not remember it, but he was told all about my affair with Frank, and all about his father . . . the bastard," Trish said finally breaking down. "He called his father a bastard. How could he do that?"


"Wait, he was told? Did he say who told him?" I asked hoping there would be some logical explanation about why harm would call his father, the man he worshiped a bastard.


"No, he just kept screaming for us to get out. I don't understand this Mac. I just don't understand what happened to my son."


I shot to my feet seconds later, and was about to demand to see the doctor, when I saw him come over to us.


"Has anyone been into see Harm before today?" I asked before any introductions could be made.


"Why yes, he had a visitor, a man named . . . Jack Keeter. He had been into to talk Harm quite a lot. I haven't seen him around today though," the doctor said.


While the doctor introduced himself to Trish and Frank, my mind was reeling. Had Jack Keeter been telling Harm all of these lies? I excused myself from the group, and called the Admiral.


When I got a hold of him, and told him what happened he was as confused about the whole thing as I was.


"Listen, Mac, let me do some things, and I'll be up there as soon as I can. Someone has been screwing with harm's head and I'm sure as hell going to find out who it is, and nail their ass to the wall."


"Yes sir," I said and hung up. When I found Trish and Frank again, I told them what I thought was going on, and they were also confused.


"Jack Keeter couldn't have done this. He and Harm have been best friends since the academy . . . he couldn't have done this."


"Well, ma'am, I promise you we're going to find out who did," I said looking in on Harm who was flipping through a magazine.


"Please, call me Trish," she said and smiled. "You know this isn't how I imagined we would meet. I know you are someone special to Harm. He doesn't say as much, but mothers know these sorts of things."


I blushed at the comment.


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The Admiral called me thirty minutes later, and told me that Keeter had been stationed in Kansas since early September. He has been here for over three months...Did he have something to do with Harm's accident?


TBC


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