Hi, me again.
I'm sorry I haven't undated in about a week, my school had the yearly
examinations but they are over now (Friday was the last one). Now, I'm back
to partying. This is the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Please Please
review!!! Let me know what you think.
C ya
Freelancer-babe
1900 Zulu time NATO ball
'Hey,' called Harm as he saw Mac walking towards the entrance of the hall. He had gone to wait outside for her, but he would never tell her that!
'Hi,' Mac replied, you're such a sucker, she thought to herself. Once again, she was blown away by Harm's looks and appearances and was finding it a humongous task to act relatively "normal" in the slightest.
She was wearing a beautiful red dress, netted above the chest down to her wrists and the rest danced around her shape like a drape. Harm was wearing a black suit with his good old commander hat. They both looked stunning and they both secretly thought that of each other.
'I thought you were coming with someone else.' Harm pushed, teasing her slightly. He was dying of curiosity to know who her partner was.
'I did,' she replied coyly.
Harm realized that Commander Sturgis was getting out of the car that he and Mac had arrived in, and walking towards Mac and Harm. It only struck him then, but he was still unbelieving that they could possibly be an item.
'Hey Harm, how's it going?' Sturgis greeted amused at the stunned look Harm was giving them.
'Harm, we'll see you inside,' Harm was clearly speechless. Taking the opportunity, Sturgis took Mac's arm in his, and they walked into the ball together.
***** Meanwhile.
There was a dark van parked across the street from the front entrance parking lot. It had full view of the center but the van itself could not be seen, therefore it could not be known what was happening inside.
'Are you ready?' asked the first man in a thick Russian accent.
'Yes,' replied the 2nd man of three. All wearing black clothing. Neither of the two men were wearing balaclavas but the third was. All three were ready to launch their "attack."
***** 'I don't think I've ever had so much fun at a ball,' Harriet remarked. Bud was somewhere else in the hall, so she was dancing with Harm.
The music boomed in the air giving the ball a lighthearted atmosphere. Everyone was laughing, drinking dancing eating or talking to someone else. Most were enjoying the party atmosphere.
'Yeah, me neither.' Harm replied absent-mindedly. He was more interested in watching Mac dancing with Sturgis. Harriet was well aware of that and she wasn't happy about it.
'Bud Roberts is a terrible man! Isn't he sir?' Harriet said loud and clear.
'Yes, Harriet.' Harm agreed, once again half-heartedly. Harriet looked at him expectantly waiting for his proper reaction. 'Wait a minute!' Harm finally replied looking down at her queerly. She sighed exasperatedly.
'Commander!' Harriet called to Sturgis, 'Partner swap?'
'Sure, we not,' Sturgis agreed, letting go of Macs hand and instead taking up Harriet's.
'No!' Mac softly yelped. She wanted to get back into movement with Sturgis but he and Harriet had already moved of.
'I hope theirs is a little more exciting then ours was.' Harriet commented on Her and Harms dance, hoping that he would have a little more fun with Mac. She knew that she (Harriet) would.
I'm gunna kill him, Mac thought about Sturgis. How could he have left her in a situation that she knew was going to make things more awkward then it already was?! She turned back to Harm unsure of herself. He was not sure what to do either but he held his hand out, inviting her to dance. She smiled sweetly relieved and silently took his hand.
A new song began to play
They both swayed to the music. Hand in hand and hand on waist. Harm could smell the sweet fragrance he knew only to be Macs. Her head softly knocked against his own but they did not separate their foreheads. Instead, He lifted her hand that had been resting on his arm, and placed it on his shoulder. Mac lifted her other hand and adjoined them both behind his neck. Harm rested his hands above her hips. They both closed their eyes and listened to the music.
The couple was quite a scene to view! No one stopped to watch them dance but they did watch. The admiral dancing with his sweetheart Meredith, Sturgis with Harriet and both Bud and Tiner at the circular table reserved especially for them all.
'This is working perfectly!' Harriet said, blissfully.
Harm and Mac lost themselves in the music.
'Do u remember the first time we kissed?' Mac asked softly. Ah crap, she thought, abruptly breaking away from him (or his head at least). Then she saw the shocked look on his face, she had completely caught him of guard. Great! I just blew the perfect evening!
'Yeah,' Harm replied with a somewhat casual shrug. He didn't want to cause a scene.
'You do?' Mac replied, surprised that he hadn't even walked away yet. She played along. 'Were you kissing me or Diane?'
'Both, I suppose.' He didn't like where this conversation was going. He was very uncomfortable and sort of wanted to drop it but there was no going back now. 'First, I was kissing Diane but then I realized she was gone and she wasn't coming back, and that you both were and still are, two completely different people, and then I was kissing you.'
They continued to dance but not with as much ease as they did before.
'We've been to so many places together, its uncountable!' Mac remarked. 'Russia, the middle East, Australia.' She groaned inwardly, another slip of the tongue.
Australia had been the place where she had revealed her attraction towards Harm and he had basically rejected her, he was just not ready to let go. But much had happened since then.
'Australia was quite something!' Harm commented. It was very awkward but it was as if he never showed that.
'Do you still feel the same way you did back then?' Mac asked.
'I don't know,' Harm replied softly.
'You don't know.' Mac echoed.
'I don't know,' he repeated.
Their faces were only inches apart. Harm tilted his head away from her, he hadn't literally moved but they could both some sort of change in their relationship (If that was what you would call it.).
Harriet and Sturgis (as well as everyone else) were watching the scene before them. All had been progressing well but they could see now that had changed. The whole room had seemed to have grown quiet.
Mac dropped her arms from around Harm's neck and walked away slowly. Harm sighed unhappily. Mac was very much hurt by his response and she quickened her pace, wanting to run as far away from this place and "him" but managing to regain her control.
Sturgis broke away from Harriet and went after Mac, with Harm watching. He finally caught up with her. 'Where are you going Mac?'
'Out,' she said, her eyes watery. Sturgis held her by the arm, stopping her from running away. He had been a good friend to her throughout her "Harm" issues. 'Let go my hand or I will make you!' She threatened and Sturgis did so hesitantly.
Mac ran out of the hall and out to the car. She opened the boot (also known as a trunk) and dumped her shoes in it. Her emotions were a mix of anger, sadness and hurt. The tears that had been building up finally spilled.
Stars were shining out bright and the only noises were the crickets and the faint music in the background. It had been a perfect evening, Mac thought. Until now.
Then suddenly, she felt two icy cold hands grab her neck. 'Ow,' She yelped. Kicking a man to the floor, she turned around to see a covered man lying on the floor. Balaclavared man dressed in black.
She thought she had definitely knocked him out but that was not the end of it. Another man came up behind her, holding a knife to her head. She gasped in shock.
'One word and you're dead, Sarah Mackenzie!'
With that he smuggled her into the black van and the driver drove them away.
*****
I don't often write in story format, so please be lenient. Anyway, like I said before; Please review. And let me know if you have any ideas for chapter 3.
This (even though it has hardly anything to do with it!) is dedicated to the men and woman currently fighting for peace in the Middle East.May there be no more deaths (especially like that awful bombing that occurred a few days ago), may you get back to your family and friends real soon. Please keep them in your prayers,
To world peace.
Freelancer
Freelancer-babe
1900 Zulu time NATO ball
'Hey,' called Harm as he saw Mac walking towards the entrance of the hall. He had gone to wait outside for her, but he would never tell her that!
'Hi,' Mac replied, you're such a sucker, she thought to herself. Once again, she was blown away by Harm's looks and appearances and was finding it a humongous task to act relatively "normal" in the slightest.
She was wearing a beautiful red dress, netted above the chest down to her wrists and the rest danced around her shape like a drape. Harm was wearing a black suit with his good old commander hat. They both looked stunning and they both secretly thought that of each other.
'I thought you were coming with someone else.' Harm pushed, teasing her slightly. He was dying of curiosity to know who her partner was.
'I did,' she replied coyly.
Harm realized that Commander Sturgis was getting out of the car that he and Mac had arrived in, and walking towards Mac and Harm. It only struck him then, but he was still unbelieving that they could possibly be an item.
'Hey Harm, how's it going?' Sturgis greeted amused at the stunned look Harm was giving them.
'Harm, we'll see you inside,' Harm was clearly speechless. Taking the opportunity, Sturgis took Mac's arm in his, and they walked into the ball together.
***** Meanwhile.
There was a dark van parked across the street from the front entrance parking lot. It had full view of the center but the van itself could not be seen, therefore it could not be known what was happening inside.
'Are you ready?' asked the first man in a thick Russian accent.
'Yes,' replied the 2nd man of three. All wearing black clothing. Neither of the two men were wearing balaclavas but the third was. All three were ready to launch their "attack."
***** 'I don't think I've ever had so much fun at a ball,' Harriet remarked. Bud was somewhere else in the hall, so she was dancing with Harm.
The music boomed in the air giving the ball a lighthearted atmosphere. Everyone was laughing, drinking dancing eating or talking to someone else. Most were enjoying the party atmosphere.
'Yeah, me neither.' Harm replied absent-mindedly. He was more interested in watching Mac dancing with Sturgis. Harriet was well aware of that and she wasn't happy about it.
'Bud Roberts is a terrible man! Isn't he sir?' Harriet said loud and clear.
'Yes, Harriet.' Harm agreed, once again half-heartedly. Harriet looked at him expectantly waiting for his proper reaction. 'Wait a minute!' Harm finally replied looking down at her queerly. She sighed exasperatedly.
'Commander!' Harriet called to Sturgis, 'Partner swap?'
'Sure, we not,' Sturgis agreed, letting go of Macs hand and instead taking up Harriet's.
'No!' Mac softly yelped. She wanted to get back into movement with Sturgis but he and Harriet had already moved of.
'I hope theirs is a little more exciting then ours was.' Harriet commented on Her and Harms dance, hoping that he would have a little more fun with Mac. She knew that she (Harriet) would.
I'm gunna kill him, Mac thought about Sturgis. How could he have left her in a situation that she knew was going to make things more awkward then it already was?! She turned back to Harm unsure of herself. He was not sure what to do either but he held his hand out, inviting her to dance. She smiled sweetly relieved and silently took his hand.
A new song began to play
They both swayed to the music. Hand in hand and hand on waist. Harm could smell the sweet fragrance he knew only to be Macs. Her head softly knocked against his own but they did not separate their foreheads. Instead, He lifted her hand that had been resting on his arm, and placed it on his shoulder. Mac lifted her other hand and adjoined them both behind his neck. Harm rested his hands above her hips. They both closed their eyes and listened to the music.
The couple was quite a scene to view! No one stopped to watch them dance but they did watch. The admiral dancing with his sweetheart Meredith, Sturgis with Harriet and both Bud and Tiner at the circular table reserved especially for them all.
'This is working perfectly!' Harriet said, blissfully.
Harm and Mac lost themselves in the music.
'Do u remember the first time we kissed?' Mac asked softly. Ah crap, she thought, abruptly breaking away from him (or his head at least). Then she saw the shocked look on his face, she had completely caught him of guard. Great! I just blew the perfect evening!
'Yeah,' Harm replied with a somewhat casual shrug. He didn't want to cause a scene.
'You do?' Mac replied, surprised that he hadn't even walked away yet. She played along. 'Were you kissing me or Diane?'
'Both, I suppose.' He didn't like where this conversation was going. He was very uncomfortable and sort of wanted to drop it but there was no going back now. 'First, I was kissing Diane but then I realized she was gone and she wasn't coming back, and that you both were and still are, two completely different people, and then I was kissing you.'
They continued to dance but not with as much ease as they did before.
'We've been to so many places together, its uncountable!' Mac remarked. 'Russia, the middle East, Australia.' She groaned inwardly, another slip of the tongue.
Australia had been the place where she had revealed her attraction towards Harm and he had basically rejected her, he was just not ready to let go. But much had happened since then.
'Australia was quite something!' Harm commented. It was very awkward but it was as if he never showed that.
'Do you still feel the same way you did back then?' Mac asked.
'I don't know,' Harm replied softly.
'You don't know.' Mac echoed.
'I don't know,' he repeated.
Their faces were only inches apart. Harm tilted his head away from her, he hadn't literally moved but they could both some sort of change in their relationship (If that was what you would call it.).
Harriet and Sturgis (as well as everyone else) were watching the scene before them. All had been progressing well but they could see now that had changed. The whole room had seemed to have grown quiet.
Mac dropped her arms from around Harm's neck and walked away slowly. Harm sighed unhappily. Mac was very much hurt by his response and she quickened her pace, wanting to run as far away from this place and "him" but managing to regain her control.
Sturgis broke away from Harriet and went after Mac, with Harm watching. He finally caught up with her. 'Where are you going Mac?'
'Out,' she said, her eyes watery. Sturgis held her by the arm, stopping her from running away. He had been a good friend to her throughout her "Harm" issues. 'Let go my hand or I will make you!' She threatened and Sturgis did so hesitantly.
Mac ran out of the hall and out to the car. She opened the boot (also known as a trunk) and dumped her shoes in it. Her emotions were a mix of anger, sadness and hurt. The tears that had been building up finally spilled.
Stars were shining out bright and the only noises were the crickets and the faint music in the background. It had been a perfect evening, Mac thought. Until now.
Then suddenly, she felt two icy cold hands grab her neck. 'Ow,' She yelped. Kicking a man to the floor, she turned around to see a covered man lying on the floor. Balaclavared man dressed in black.
She thought she had definitely knocked him out but that was not the end of it. Another man came up behind her, holding a knife to her head. She gasped in shock.
'One word and you're dead, Sarah Mackenzie!'
With that he smuggled her into the black van and the driver drove them away.
*****
I don't often write in story format, so please be lenient. Anyway, like I said before; Please review. And let me know if you have any ideas for chapter 3.
This (even though it has hardly anything to do with it!) is dedicated to the men and woman currently fighting for peace in the Middle East.May there be no more deaths (especially like that awful bombing that occurred a few days ago), may you get back to your family and friends real soon. Please keep them in your prayers,
To world peace.
Freelancer