Title: Me, Mac and Sarah
Author: Chris
Rating: PG
Summary: Mac thinks about her relationships with Clay and Harm then takes
action.
Spoilers: set right after 'take it like a man'
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Feedback: appreciated but not required
Chapter 4
Harm's POV
Some time around quarter past three the sobs grow quiet. I ask Mac is she wants some water or maybe tea.
"Tea would be great," she says hoarsely.
I fill the kettle and plug it in then return to the couch.
"You want to talk about it?" I ask gently.
"Ya, I think I have to," she says, "I tried talking to the psychiatrist but too much of the file was classified." I nod my head and she continues.
"After I left here that night I met up with the CIA and they put a wire one me. Sadik met up with me at a middle eastern restaurant and took me back to an apartment at gunpoint. He seemed to think we were kindred spirits, that he could convert me to Islam and make a proper woman out of me. While I was there he told me of his plan to bomb a night club frequented by people of middle-eastern descent. A few minutes later the emergency vehicles arrived at the club. While he was looking out the window I slipped my shoes of and took him down. Eventually I ended up with the gun. He pulled another gun from his back and I shot him in the shoulder. He wouldn't have been able to hurt me but I was blinded by the rage I had for what he had done to you and Clay. I shot him in the head. I know I should be sorry that I shot him because we could have interrogated him, but I'm not."
"Oh god Sarah, I don't know what to say," I tell her, "I could say that he deserved it and that you did what you had to but I know from experience that doesn't make it feel any better. I think all I can say is that you have to find your own way to work through this, just don't keep things bottled up inside. Talk to someone, write a diary maybe take some time and go up to red rock mesa."
She doesn't say anything and I pull her back into my arms. Just then the kettle whistles and I get up to make the tea.
"Harm?" she says in a small voice, "can I stay here tonight? I can't go back to my apartment. Clay's still there and I can't deal with him right now."
"Of course you're always welcome here," I say and I place the cup of tea in her hands, "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"I don't think I can fall asleep alone tonight, can you just hold me?" she asks, "at least until I fall asleep?"
Falling asleep with Sarah MacKenzie in my arms is something a dream about doing. Thoughts like that don't belong here tonight though, tonight it's not about me it's about her.
"Of course," I say, "do you have your sea bag or do you need something to sleep in?"
"I have my sea bag in the car," she says. She moves to get up, I stop her.
"You stay here, I'll get it." I pick her keys up off the table and head down to her corvette. When I open the trunk I find not only her sea bag but also a dry cleaner's bag with one of her uniforms in it. She must keep it in the car in case she sleeps over at Clay's. I bring that upstairs too.
When I re-enter the apartment I hand her the sea bag and hang the uniform up in my closet.
Chapter 4
Harm's POV
Some time around quarter past three the sobs grow quiet. I ask Mac is she wants some water or maybe tea.
"Tea would be great," she says hoarsely.
I fill the kettle and plug it in then return to the couch.
"You want to talk about it?" I ask gently.
"Ya, I think I have to," she says, "I tried talking to the psychiatrist but too much of the file was classified." I nod my head and she continues.
"After I left here that night I met up with the CIA and they put a wire one me. Sadik met up with me at a middle eastern restaurant and took me back to an apartment at gunpoint. He seemed to think we were kindred spirits, that he could convert me to Islam and make a proper woman out of me. While I was there he told me of his plan to bomb a night club frequented by people of middle-eastern descent. A few minutes later the emergency vehicles arrived at the club. While he was looking out the window I slipped my shoes of and took him down. Eventually I ended up with the gun. He pulled another gun from his back and I shot him in the shoulder. He wouldn't have been able to hurt me but I was blinded by the rage I had for what he had done to you and Clay. I shot him in the head. I know I should be sorry that I shot him because we could have interrogated him, but I'm not."
"Oh god Sarah, I don't know what to say," I tell her, "I could say that he deserved it and that you did what you had to but I know from experience that doesn't make it feel any better. I think all I can say is that you have to find your own way to work through this, just don't keep things bottled up inside. Talk to someone, write a diary maybe take some time and go up to red rock mesa."
She doesn't say anything and I pull her back into my arms. Just then the kettle whistles and I get up to make the tea.
"Harm?" she says in a small voice, "can I stay here tonight? I can't go back to my apartment. Clay's still there and I can't deal with him right now."
"Of course you're always welcome here," I say and I place the cup of tea in her hands, "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"I don't think I can fall asleep alone tonight, can you just hold me?" she asks, "at least until I fall asleep?"
Falling asleep with Sarah MacKenzie in my arms is something a dream about doing. Thoughts like that don't belong here tonight though, tonight it's not about me it's about her.
"Of course," I say, "do you have your sea bag or do you need something to sleep in?"
"I have my sea bag in the car," she says. She moves to get up, I stop her.
"You stay here, I'll get it." I pick her keys up off the table and head down to her corvette. When I open the trunk I find not only her sea bag but also a dry cleaner's bag with one of her uniforms in it. She must keep it in the car in case she sleeps over at Clay's. I bring that upstairs too.
When I re-enter the apartment I hand her the sea bag and hang the uniform up in my closet.