Hello! I am sorry it has been so long. There isn't much of an excuse, except that y'all know how it is, my muse decided to hate me for a while (I can't imagine what I did wrong...) then comes back and gives me more ideas, only for another story. And other times I'm just too darn lazy. This past week, however, has been way stressful on me-exam week. I did, however, get an 86 on my US History exam!! Yay me! But anyway, I just saw a review asking me if I was giving this story up. That kinda made me say, "Hey! Wait! I got some serious updating to do now!". So earlier today, I had a little conversation with my horse (okay, more like TO my horse, since he kinda just looked at me with an expression somewhat like 'shutup, finish brushing me, and put me in my stall so I can eat') and I got some ideas of what to do with this thing.
My muse was not invited to take part in this conversation, and I am hoping to get some more done now before she realizes that a conversation took place.
Feedback is always welcome. I have taken some liberties in this story with Mac's past, thanks for bringing to my attention what had been said in the episodes guys.
And on that note, here we go. Oh, one last thing-Miran, the title is staying, and sorry about that in chapter two!
"Sing to me, oh Muse..."
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Harm just held her gently, rubbing his hands over her back and letting her let go of her tears. He knew this was what she needed, and it gave him time to really think about what was happening and try to figure out what she had encountered, if anything, to bring these feelings to the surface.
After a few minutes, her sobs had subsided and she had calmed down more. Harm kept rubbing her back and holding her close.
Mac pulled back from his embrace a bit and just sat there, looking down at the ground. Harm cupped her cheek and turned her to face him, wiping her tears with his thumb.
"Thank you Harm. I needed that." Mac whispered, glancing down again.
"I know. And you're welcome. I meant what I said Mac. I will always be here for you, I want to help."
"This case I'm working on. A Navy leiutentaint has been accused of raping his daughter. The girl is fifteen. The Admiral assigned me to prosecute. I talked with the girl this morning. She..she reminds me so much of myself Harm. I think that was what brought back those feelings. She is so afraid of her father. I want to help her, get this guy in the brig for as long as possible. She should never have had to go through that."
"Nor should you have had to when you were younger. No one should. I can see how you can relate to her. Is there anything I can do for you on this case?" Harm offered.
"This is more than enough. Moral support is what is really needed." Mac's reply was soft.
"That's why I'm here." Harm answered.
He reached for her again, and she allowed herself to be drawn to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"It's late. Stay here tonight so I don't have ot worry about you driving home. There are too many lunatics on the road," Harm persuaded.
His words were lost on her, as she was already asleep, breathing softly and basked in the moonlight that was coming into his living room. He realized how exhausted she really was, and knew that she must not have gotten a good night's sleep in many days. Getting up and retrieving a blanket and pillow from his bed, he gently placed the pillow under her head and the blanket on top of her, tucking her in with a gentle kiss to the forehead before returning to his room. He got into bed and layed there for a while, reflecting on the night's events before finally falling asleep.
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Thas all!
Written 23rd Januray, 2004
"The future belongs to those who believe in the power of their dreams." ~Eleanor Roosevelt
My muse was not invited to take part in this conversation, and I am hoping to get some more done now before she realizes that a conversation took place.
Feedback is always welcome. I have taken some liberties in this story with Mac's past, thanks for bringing to my attention what had been said in the episodes guys.
And on that note, here we go. Oh, one last thing-Miran, the title is staying, and sorry about that in chapter two!
"Sing to me, oh Muse..."
*******
Harm just held her gently, rubbing his hands over her back and letting her let go of her tears. He knew this was what she needed, and it gave him time to really think about what was happening and try to figure out what she had encountered, if anything, to bring these feelings to the surface.
After a few minutes, her sobs had subsided and she had calmed down more. Harm kept rubbing her back and holding her close.
Mac pulled back from his embrace a bit and just sat there, looking down at the ground. Harm cupped her cheek and turned her to face him, wiping her tears with his thumb.
"Thank you Harm. I needed that." Mac whispered, glancing down again.
"I know. And you're welcome. I meant what I said Mac. I will always be here for you, I want to help."
"This case I'm working on. A Navy leiutentaint has been accused of raping his daughter. The girl is fifteen. The Admiral assigned me to prosecute. I talked with the girl this morning. She..she reminds me so much of myself Harm. I think that was what brought back those feelings. She is so afraid of her father. I want to help her, get this guy in the brig for as long as possible. She should never have had to go through that."
"Nor should you have had to when you were younger. No one should. I can see how you can relate to her. Is there anything I can do for you on this case?" Harm offered.
"This is more than enough. Moral support is what is really needed." Mac's reply was soft.
"That's why I'm here." Harm answered.
He reached for her again, and she allowed herself to be drawn to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"It's late. Stay here tonight so I don't have ot worry about you driving home. There are too many lunatics on the road," Harm persuaded.
His words were lost on her, as she was already asleep, breathing softly and basked in the moonlight that was coming into his living room. He realized how exhausted she really was, and knew that she must not have gotten a good night's sleep in many days. Getting up and retrieving a blanket and pillow from his bed, he gently placed the pillow under her head and the blanket on top of her, tucking her in with a gentle kiss to the forehead before returning to his room. He got into bed and layed there for a while, reflecting on the night's events before finally falling asleep.
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Thas all!
Written 23rd Januray, 2004
"The future belongs to those who believe in the power of their dreams." ~Eleanor Roosevelt