Disclaimer: Hey, I still am in possession of nothing, unless you count my
computer. JAG is not mine. I'm just borrowing!
A.N: Thanks again must go to Ms. Frizzle, who took time out of her
vacation to beta for me, and to all those who are patient with me when I go
on a writing spree. And thanks to EVERYBODY who reviewed! They really meant
a lot. And thanks to all who have pointed out my crazy errors, and I am
eternally grateful!
Hope that you had a great Christmas, and a great New Year!
So that's about all from me, and I really should get on with the story....
A Little bit of Irish Luck, Chapter 2.
By Starlite1
Ten minutes earlier...
Commander Harmon Rabb, II sat at his desk, in a state of shock. With hands that trembled, he picked up the mug of coffee that stood next to his picture frame of him and Mac in Afghanistan. The coffee had long ago gone cold, but that didn't make any difference. In one mouthful, he drained the cup.
After that, he managed to haul himself to his feet, and make his way over to the window. The trees, bereft of their leaves slumbered under a blanket of ice and snow. Officers bustled back and forth through the grounds, each caught up within the tangles of their business.
There came a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Harm called out, still not turning away from the wintry view outside his window. He felt her come into the room, her very soul pervade throughout.
"Hey flyboy. I was just wondering if you would like to come and grab some lunch with me, and go over some files..." her voice trailed off, "Harm, what's wrong?"
With a sigh of someone who knows that a storm is about to break he said, " I'm sorry Mac, but I can't. I've got to make sure that I've got all of my affairs in order, and then there are a number of other things that I must get done." He chuckled a bitterly, "It's not as if I have enough time."
Mac looked at Harm with her big, dark hazel eyes in confusion, "What the hell do you mean, Harm? Why do you have to put your things into order I mean-" realization hit her like a ton of bricks, "You've been deployed, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I've been called up, and there is not a damned thing that I can do about it." he said
For just a moment, they stood in a silence that was deafening. Mac finally spoke up, "When?"
"The orders came through just over half an hour ago." He said with a sigh.
Mac foundered for something to say, "Well, isn't there another JAG officer who could go? I mean, there are heaps of other people who have the same skills as you, and then there's Mattie..."
"I'm not being called up as a JAG officer, Mac. They've called me up to fly."
"NO!!!" she cried out, as the tears rolled down her face, and she spun on her heel before tearing out of the building.
The entire bullpen fell silent, so much that a pin dropping would have sounded like a thunderclap hitting a ten foot ceremonial gong, and Harm stood at the door, watching as his best friend, his companion, his partner, his... Soul mate, and the only person he'd ever really given his heart to, and would have done anything to stop the pain for the woman who had just run out of the building.
At that moment, he would have given anything to be able to take it all back.
"I take it, from that display from the colonel, that you just told her about your deployment assignment." Said the Admiral from the doorway.
"Right in one, Sir. And she, if you don't mind my frankness, sir, did not take it well. And if her reaction was bad, then I'm wondering about how Mattie's going to take it. And then, just to top it off, there are about a hundred different things that I need to get done before I fly out," he buried his head in his hands, "In all honesty, sir, this couldn't have come at a worse time for me."
The Admiral came across to the desk, and sat down on the other side of the desk, "So what time are you flying out tomorrow?"
"I leave tomorrow afternoon at 1700, sir."
"Well, maybe if I give you the rest of the afternoon off, and that way you can go and pick Mattie up from school, instead of waiting until this evening. And then, that way you can also get the rest of your affairs in order. Anyway, it'll make it easier if you tell her now instead of later."
"Thank you, sir! This really means a lot to me, and I'll try to make it up to you, sir!"
He smiled, "Just come around to dinner when you get back, Harm. May Lady Luck smile on you."
Quickly Harm gathered up his stuff, "Thank you once again, Sir."
"Dismissed."
Falls Church High school
Falls Church, Virginia.
1530 EST.
Harm was waiting outside in his SUV when Mattie came out of school. She was in the middle of a group of her friends. Her face lit up at something said to her by a girl, whose dark hair reminded Harm quite a lot of Mac's. It was amazing to see the two of them interact. He gently honked the car horn, and Mattie broke off from her group of friends, before heading off to the car.
"Hey Harm, what's up?" she said cheerfully as she clambered into the seat next to him, "And please don't tell me that you proposed to Mac without me there!"
"What?!? You're crazy, Mattie, and that's in every sense of the word. " He sighed, "Well, if you really must know, today was pretty much a trip to hell and back. Mac stormed out on me about half an hour ago, one of my cases is gone down the pipe hole. Oh, and also I've been called up, and I fly out tomorrow at 1700. Other than that, there hasn't been that much which has happened."
Mattie froze halfway through putting on her seat belt, "What do you mean?!? How-?Why-? I mean..."
"Calm down, Mattie. I've been called up for duty in the Middle East. And, just so that I don't go through what happened with Mac, they've called me up to fly. And there's not a bloody way that I can get out of it." "So why did they call you up? I mean, there must be a pilot out there who is more qualified to do this then you!" she sighed, "Isn't there?"
"They had to be pretty desperate to take me." He said glumly.
"Well, do you have any idea when you'll be home?" she said desperately.
"I don't know, Mattie, I honestly don't know."
A/N: Well, so what do you think??? I'd really like to hear! Please review!! And, for those who have read chapter 1, and didn't like the idea of holding chapters hostage, well, thanks for the slap on the wrist, Lord knows that I deserve it. But, once again I am about to hit the books again, and this means that I will probably be a bit inconsistent with getting chapters out, but I will try to get a chapter out at least once a fortnight, if not once a week. Cya!! Starlite1
Hope that you had a great Christmas, and a great New Year!
So that's about all from me, and I really should get on with the story....
A Little bit of Irish Luck, Chapter 2.
By Starlite1
Ten minutes earlier...
Commander Harmon Rabb, II sat at his desk, in a state of shock. With hands that trembled, he picked up the mug of coffee that stood next to his picture frame of him and Mac in Afghanistan. The coffee had long ago gone cold, but that didn't make any difference. In one mouthful, he drained the cup.
After that, he managed to haul himself to his feet, and make his way over to the window. The trees, bereft of their leaves slumbered under a blanket of ice and snow. Officers bustled back and forth through the grounds, each caught up within the tangles of their business.
There came a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Harm called out, still not turning away from the wintry view outside his window. He felt her come into the room, her very soul pervade throughout.
"Hey flyboy. I was just wondering if you would like to come and grab some lunch with me, and go over some files..." her voice trailed off, "Harm, what's wrong?"
With a sigh of someone who knows that a storm is about to break he said, " I'm sorry Mac, but I can't. I've got to make sure that I've got all of my affairs in order, and then there are a number of other things that I must get done." He chuckled a bitterly, "It's not as if I have enough time."
Mac looked at Harm with her big, dark hazel eyes in confusion, "What the hell do you mean, Harm? Why do you have to put your things into order I mean-" realization hit her like a ton of bricks, "You've been deployed, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I've been called up, and there is not a damned thing that I can do about it." he said
For just a moment, they stood in a silence that was deafening. Mac finally spoke up, "When?"
"The orders came through just over half an hour ago." He said with a sigh.
Mac foundered for something to say, "Well, isn't there another JAG officer who could go? I mean, there are heaps of other people who have the same skills as you, and then there's Mattie..."
"I'm not being called up as a JAG officer, Mac. They've called me up to fly."
"NO!!!" she cried out, as the tears rolled down her face, and she spun on her heel before tearing out of the building.
The entire bullpen fell silent, so much that a pin dropping would have sounded like a thunderclap hitting a ten foot ceremonial gong, and Harm stood at the door, watching as his best friend, his companion, his partner, his... Soul mate, and the only person he'd ever really given his heart to, and would have done anything to stop the pain for the woman who had just run out of the building.
At that moment, he would have given anything to be able to take it all back.
"I take it, from that display from the colonel, that you just told her about your deployment assignment." Said the Admiral from the doorway.
"Right in one, Sir. And she, if you don't mind my frankness, sir, did not take it well. And if her reaction was bad, then I'm wondering about how Mattie's going to take it. And then, just to top it off, there are about a hundred different things that I need to get done before I fly out," he buried his head in his hands, "In all honesty, sir, this couldn't have come at a worse time for me."
The Admiral came across to the desk, and sat down on the other side of the desk, "So what time are you flying out tomorrow?"
"I leave tomorrow afternoon at 1700, sir."
"Well, maybe if I give you the rest of the afternoon off, and that way you can go and pick Mattie up from school, instead of waiting until this evening. And then, that way you can also get the rest of your affairs in order. Anyway, it'll make it easier if you tell her now instead of later."
"Thank you, sir! This really means a lot to me, and I'll try to make it up to you, sir!"
He smiled, "Just come around to dinner when you get back, Harm. May Lady Luck smile on you."
Quickly Harm gathered up his stuff, "Thank you once again, Sir."
"Dismissed."
Falls Church High school
Falls Church, Virginia.
1530 EST.
Harm was waiting outside in his SUV when Mattie came out of school. She was in the middle of a group of her friends. Her face lit up at something said to her by a girl, whose dark hair reminded Harm quite a lot of Mac's. It was amazing to see the two of them interact. He gently honked the car horn, and Mattie broke off from her group of friends, before heading off to the car.
"Hey Harm, what's up?" she said cheerfully as she clambered into the seat next to him, "And please don't tell me that you proposed to Mac without me there!"
"What?!? You're crazy, Mattie, and that's in every sense of the word. " He sighed, "Well, if you really must know, today was pretty much a trip to hell and back. Mac stormed out on me about half an hour ago, one of my cases is gone down the pipe hole. Oh, and also I've been called up, and I fly out tomorrow at 1700. Other than that, there hasn't been that much which has happened."
Mattie froze halfway through putting on her seat belt, "What do you mean?!? How-?Why-? I mean..."
"Calm down, Mattie. I've been called up for duty in the Middle East. And, just so that I don't go through what happened with Mac, they've called me up to fly. And there's not a bloody way that I can get out of it." "So why did they call you up? I mean, there must be a pilot out there who is more qualified to do this then you!" she sighed, "Isn't there?"
"They had to be pretty desperate to take me." He said glumly.
"Well, do you have any idea when you'll be home?" she said desperately.
"I don't know, Mattie, I honestly don't know."
A/N: Well, so what do you think??? I'd really like to hear! Please review!! And, for those who have read chapter 1, and didn't like the idea of holding chapters hostage, well, thanks for the slap on the wrist, Lord knows that I deserve it. But, once again I am about to hit the books again, and this means that I will probably be a bit inconsistent with getting chapters out, but I will try to get a chapter out at least once a fortnight, if not once a week. Cya!! Starlite1