Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and belong to Donald P. Bellisario. I am not making any money off of my story and don't intend to.

Rating: PG - Just about the same type of stuff you would see in a normal episode of JAG. There's no swearing, no sexual situations or anything. Just some romance, a little action.

This is my first fanfiction story and I hope all of you enjoy it. Feedback is definitely welcome.

Epilogue: Left Unsaid

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

Washington, D.C.

January 10th, 2004



Harm's dreams had been disturbing. He couldn't let go of the images of that night, being tied up in his apartment and beaten. The experience was one he wished to forget, despite his inability to forget them. He had been sleeping for days, not including his time in the hospital. Exhaustion was evident, and every day seemed like a new challenge he had to face. He only hoped it would get easier, and he also hoped he would regain his strength soon.

Harm then realized that something or someone was looking over him, and he opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw Mac smiling down on him. "The doctor told me to check up on you. You can never be too careful with head injuries," Mac said.

"Thanks. For everything," Harm replied back quietly.

Mac stood up. "Do you need me to get you anything? I need to get back to work soon, but I can get you something."

Harm thought about it for a few seconds, than answered, "Some tea would be good."

Mac nodded. "All right. I'll be right back." She then left into the kitchen. Harm watched her leave, feeling a sense of his own contentment. Sitting up, he decided it was time to try and walk. Being in bed for days wasn't his idea of fun, and he wanted to see how strong he had gotten, even if it was only a lap around the kitchen. He stepped out of the bed feeling every bone in his body ache. Moving one step at a time, he reached the kitchen where he saw Mac making the tea.

Looking back at the approached figure, she frowned. "Harm, I would've brought it to you."

He nodded. "I know, but I wanted to walk around a bit. I feel very stiff."

Mac smiled and put two coffee cups on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Harm made it to the stools and lifted himself up on to one. He looked up at her seeing someone caught up in her task. "So, what did I miss?" Harm asked.

"Not much. I was just fixing the tea," Mac replied, smiling widely.

Harm shook his head. "Nothing's changed."

Mac then looked to him. "You don't think so?"

He shrugged. "Well, maybe, but I have to know what has happened since I've been gone."

Mac nodded. "Fine. Well, we caught Murphy. Found out he was working for the CIA, but also for another country in the Middle East. I'm sorry Murphy hurt you." Mac poured the tea into Harm's cup.

He picked up his cup, and shook his head. "He didn't. He just stood there."

Mac looked to him. "What do you mean?"

"I did found out quite a bit. I wasn't sure, though. When I began asking questions, Murphy got upset. He came to my apartment with a bunch of these other guys. All were of Arab descent, I believe," Harm answered.

Mac sighed. "So Murphy didn't do anything to you?"

Harm shook his head no.

"Webb told us he was the one who hurt you. Probably so we would help him," Mac realized, a bit of irritation apparent in her voice.

Harm showed a strange look. "How did Webb know anything?"

"He told us you told him."

Harm just sipped his tea. "I admit I was heading to Langley that night, but I didn't tell him anything before hand."

Mac leaned on the island feeling anger invade her chest. "I should've realized. Which means he definitely had cameras somewhere in here."

"I hope they're gone, I don't have the energy right now to look for them," Harm replied, sipping some more of his tea.

Mac sipped some of her tea as well, looking at Harm with interest. "What do you remember? About being in a coma, I mean."

Harm shrugged. "Not much really. It was like I was suddenly awake. I don't even remember being asleep." Mac showed her disappointment, and Harm looked to her with concern. "Why?"

"No reason." Mac knew she was hoping for too much. What the two of them had shared was only in her dreams, no matter how much she wished it had been different. "Do you need anything else?"

Harm took the last sip of his tea and looked up at her. "I think I'm going to need help back to the bed."

Mac smiled openly. "Boy, it's usually at least 3 dates before I do something like that." Harm couldn't help but smile back and began to stand. Mac moved quickly to the other side and helped him down carefully off of the stool. They then walked slowly towards across the rest of the kitchen and finally into the bedroom. Mac was holding onto Harm's arm as they reached their destination, and she carefully helped him lay back down. "You still seem a little ginger."

Ham nodded. "Yeah, it's just because I haven't been moving." He then looked back up at Mac, seeing her helping him. "Actually, all of this has helped me see some things better."

Mac sat down on the bed next to him with a curious glare. "What could that be?"

He sighed. "Well, even though I have yet to set a foot out of this door, I know my life has changed. I just can't take things lightly anymore. I can't let chances get away."

"That's true. I think I learned that in Paraguay."

"Is that why you rejected me?"

Mac shook her head and stood up. "Don't start this, Harm. I rejected you because you don't know how to share your feelings. I have no real answer to why you risked your life for me in Paraguay."

Harm nodded quietly, and looked down quickly to the bed sheets. He then looked back up at her. "I did it because ." Harm began, but then stopped. Here it was. Could he say it? He had to say it. If what he just said meant anything to him, he had to say it. He looked into her eyes then. "I did it because I missed you. Because I didn't want to see you hurt. I didn't want to have to break in a new partner, and ." smiling, he continued, ". because I love you."

Mac looked into his dark blue eyes and smiled brightly. "That's all I needed to hear." Harm's smile became wider as Mac bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She then stepped back. "I'll let you get some rest. I'll be back, we can talk some more then." Harm just watched her begin to leave. In all honesty he didn't want her to go. Not now. Not after everything they had just shared. That he had shared. He then replied, "Wait." Mac turned back to look at him, standing just at the footsteps leading to his kitchen. "Don't go. I'm still not feeling that great tonight. Can you just stay with me?" Mac thought for a second, and then walked back towards him. "Sure." She then moved to the other side of the bed and sat next to him. He smiled a thank you, and shifted himself on his side, laying his head in Mac's lap. A distant memory came into her mind, of a far off wish in her heart. She began to run her hands through his hair, and he sighed contently. He wrapped on arm around her knees and felt all the worries of the world melt away. Mac felt his breathing even out, and felt the skin on his neck tingle involuntarily underneath her touch. She bent down to his hear, and with a quiet whisper said, "I love you, too."

The End