(This is it, the last chap!! Thanks to all who reviewed, and please keep them coming. Standard disclaimers apply, spoilers: Gypsy eyes, The Stalker, Imposter, Miracles, and Lifeline.)


(Imposter's POV)



I knew that no one would leave him alone know that they had figured who I was, but what I didn't figure is that they would bring in someone that I didn't get to. Harm's grandmother, was a good idea, but I knew she didn't do any good. I had to get Harm alone, just one more time to finish my master plan. But if only I knew how.


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(Mac's POV)


Pacing the waiting room, I felt like I was going to explode. We needed a plan. We needed a way to lure that weasel out, so he could be taken care of for good.


A few feet from me, I knew Webb and the Admiral was thinking of the same thing. I feel better though, now that we have him back in Washington, but he still had amnesia, and didn't know what to believe.


"I got it!" Webb said breaking me from my thoughts.


"What," the Admiral asked, as we all sat down again.


"We lure him out," Webb said.


"Do what?" I asked.


"If we leave Rabb alone, we give our imposter the impression that we've give up on Rabb, that he still believes all that bull that the imposter was feeding him. And by leavening Harm alone we give the imposter a chanceto come out in the open."


"But what if it doesn't work? I mean you don't even know if this guy will come back," the Admiral said rubbing his hands over his face.


"Knowing this guy, I'd say we have to take the chance. There is just no other way," Webb said and stood up.


The Admiral and I shared a look, both knowing he was right, but still, we didn't like it.


"Okay Webb, what do we do?" The Admiral asked.


As we sat there and discussed what we were going to do, I couldn't help but sigh. This was all going to be over soon. And whether or not I get my flyboy back, at least I know that this imposter will finally be out of his life for good.


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(Harm's POV)


They told me the plan this morning, and after some thought I finally agreed to help them. I met with the real Jack Keeter earlier, and even though I didn't remember him, him saying that he was my friend felt right, which was something I couldn't explain.

It's been two days already, since they told me the plan and left me alone so the imposter would come out. And even though he hasn't yet, I have to say, that I have enjoyed the solitude. But every day that passes, I get more and more frustrated that I can't remember who I am, and who all of my friends are. I haven't told anyone about al of these weird dreams that I have been having. I don't remember much, but what I do remember scares me to no end. I hear these conversations in my head, but I don't remember who is talking or when that was, and it just scares me.


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Mac: Answer my question. What is your plan other than to take a train to Baloyka (sp?). You're being driven by emotions and those emotions are going to get us killed.

Harm: You can quit. I can't. My father is out there somewhere and I'm going to find him.

Mac: Or die trying?

Harm: Or die trying. But you shouldn't. You've come with me farther than anyone I know. I'll never forget that Mac.

*****

Mac: So I had a drink. It's not the end of the world. What are you doing?

Harm: Calling you a cab.

Mac: (laughing) Harmon Rabb Jr., so righteous, so pure. You never had a weak moment in your

life did you?

Harm: I'm gonna wait outside.

Mac: Oh wait a minute I forgot. Yeah you have had weak moments. Of course. Your long lost

father. Neurotic Annie.

Harm: You know you're not just a drunk. You're a mean drunk.

*****

Mac: Want to make sure it was you. One Harmon Rabb in my life is enough.

*****

Mac: Well, this is a natural case for Harm. He's always believed in miracles.

******

Harm: Mac, you have someone who will always love you.

Mac: And you have somebody that loves you.

*******

These conversations that I hear just make me more confused. Not knowing who I'm talking to, or what the hell was going on, just added to my frustration. I was about to give in, and just go to sleep, when there was a soft knock on the door, and the imposter stepped in. Show time.

"Hey there Harm, how are you?" he said taking a seat next to me.

"I could be better, could be worse though" I said trying to get my lines straight. Webb told me what to say to him, so he wouldn't catch on.

"Heard you had a lot of visitors,' he said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, but I didn't believe any of them. I remember you told me they would say those things, so I finally told the doctor not to let them come around anymore."

"Great!" he said enthusiastically. "Now let me tell you this," he said but didn't have time to finish. Clayton Webb and six of his men burst in with guns at the ready. I pulled out the small revolver taht Webb gave me, and pointed it at him.

"Give it up Palmer, the game is over," Webb said cooly.

But Palmer was to quick, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me.

"Gee Webb, long time no see. Did ya miss me? Rabb and I were just getting reacquainted," he said.

I felt like I needed to say something, but I didn't know what.

"Put the gun down Palmer," Webb said again.

"After I take care of a little unfinished business," he said and pointed the gun at me. He managed o get one shot off, before Webb shot him.

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(Harms POV, hours later.)

I woke up, feeling disoriented, and with a throbbing pain in my head. Opening my eyes the faces that hovered over me were fuzzy, but there voices were clear.

"Harm? Harm? Are you okay?"

I didn't answer but tried to sit up, but felt dizzy, so everyone helped me lay back down.

"Easy Commander, I don't think you can be doing that just yet," a strong voice said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Palmer shot you," I heard someone said but I still couldn't focus on what was going on.

I closed my eyes once more, to try and dull the throbbing pain. The people around me didn't stop talking, I heard someone say something about getting the doctor, and I was tempted to close my eyes to the welcoming darkness, but finally the last few hours hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Wait!" I said and made everyone freeze.

"What is it darling, what's wrong?"

I looked at the woman holding my hand, and suddenly it all came back to me. I closed my eyes and ighed as the past thirty nine years of my life came back to me.

Looking up at my mother I realized I hadn't answered her yet. But I had more important thing to worry about at the moment. Looking over at Webb, who was standing in the corner I asked, "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, he's dead. Six bullets to the chest will do that to a guy. The CIA will be glad that he's gone. We fond sufficient evidence that he was the one who forced you off the road, and made you crash."

"Should have taken care of him years ago. Maybe then all of this wouldn't have happened," I said rubbing my head.

"Wait, years ago? Harm do you remember..." Mac asked but couldn't seem to finish. I had a feeling it was to much to hope for.

"Yeah Ninja girl I remember," I said as my mother leaned over o hug me.

"Oh Harmon, were so glad!"

"Yeah mom I know, me too."

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(Six weeks later.)

Sic weeks after this whole incident, I was finally getting back to normal. Mom and Frank had gone home, Mac went back to work, and Webb was off on another one of his missions.

I had apologized to everyone for the things that I said when I didn't know who they were, but they wouldn't hear of it; they were just glad I was back.

I headed straight to Mac's office hoping she wasn't to busy.

"Hey Mac, you got a minute?" I ask sticking my head in the door.

She was on the phone, but waved me in. I sat down, trying patiently to wait until she was done. When she finally hung up and looked up at me I almost lost my nerve, but I stayed cool.

"What can I do for you Harm?" She asked straightening some files on her desk.

"Mac do you...would you like to maybe get some diner with me tonight? And maybe catcjh a movie afterwards," I said and held my breath while she thought about it.

"This sounds an awful lot like a date," she said seriously, but I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

"That's because it is," I said.

"Are you asking me out Harmon rabb," she said trying to hold her laughter at bay.

"I am," I said and tried not to tell her to forget the whole thing and make a run for it.

"Okay," she finally said. "It's a date."

"Really," I asked smiling and standing up. "Say about seven?"

"It's a date," she said also standing.

"Yeah," I said smiling, "it's a date."

End.

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