The Next Morning. . .
Harm woke up by himself. He panicked, he thought that Coster had somehow gotten to Mac, until he heard the shower running. He got up, deciding that when Mac got out of the shower she might be hungry. He searched his kitchen, but then decided that he had nothing that could satisfy his meat- loving Marine.
He wrote Mac a quick note, and left it on the counter. He then started off to the grocery store that was a few miles away, hoping that Mac would see the note.
Mac stepped out of the shower, and grabbed Harm's robe, hoping he wouldn't mind. The minute she put it on, her senses were assaulted with his familiar masculine scent. She let the robe engulf her, as she imagined that he was really wrapped around her, not his robe.
"Harm?" She called out as she stepped out of his bedroom. When she heard no answer she started to panic. "Harm? Harm where are you? This isn't funny Flyboy!" She ran into the kitchen, looking for him everywhere. That's when she spotted the note. "Oh thank God." She whispered as she picked it up.
'Sarah,
I just left to find us some breakfast, since I didn't have any meat for you. I'll be back soon.
Harm'
Mac sighed with relief as she collapsed on his couch. She thought that Coster had somehow escaped custody, and that he had gone after Harm. She sat on the couch, not really doing anything, just watching the door, still needing proof Harm was coming back.
When he walked into the door, Mac sighed with relief. She jumped up from the couch, waiting for him to notice her presence. Harm looked over and saw her. "Hey Mac." He flashed a flyboy grin. But his grin faded when he looked into her eyes, and saw they were glassy from unshed tears. "What's a matter Mac?"
Mac shook her head, embarrassed that she had even let those tears form. She wiped at her cheeks angrily, seeing if she had let any of them fall. "Nothing's wrong Harm. I'm fine." She tried, unconvincingly, to assure him.
"Mac, I saw those tears, what's a matter?" He pressed gently. He dropped off the grocery bags on the counter, and came to stand beside her. He gently guided her to sit down on the couch, following her down, and sitting beside her. He brushed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remnants of her tears. "Why were you crying?"
"It's stupid Harm, really it's nothing." She said, beginning to calm herself. Harm studied her intensely.
"You were worried something had happened to me weren't you?"
"Maybe." She looked away, she couldn't hold his gaze any longer.
"Mac. . ." He said. "Sarah. . ." She squeezed her eyes shut, willing back the tears. She was determined to not let her emotions overrun her mind when she heard him murmur her name. But her anger got the best of her.
"Yes, I got out of the shower, and I thought that Coster had gotten to you, okay? I know that that's incredibly stupid and paranoid of me, but I can't help it! That's what's wrong, you happy?" She burst out. She felt guilty for lashing out at Harm, but it all was too much for her. Last night she had been confused and sad, but now, she was angry.
Harm was pretty sure that she wasn't really angry with him, but he still proceeded with caution. "Sarah, I know you're upset. . ." Mac shook her head.
"You have no idea what I'm going through right now! You don't know what I was feeling when I woke up and saw that bastard's face! When I saw you fall down those stairs, there was nothing more that I wanted to do then to rush to your side! But I couldn't Harm! We could have died in there!" Tears began streaming down her cheeks, but Mac didn't seem to notice, as she continued her angry tirade. "You have NO idea!!!" She screamed, collapsing on his chest in sobs.
Harm was flustered at seeing Mac so out of control. He didn't know what to do at first, but he soon found himself stroking her back, and whispering comforting nothings into her ear. She quickly pulled herself together, disgusted with herself that she had lost control of her emotions once again. "I'm sorry Harm, really I am. I didn't mean to lash out, I just. . ."
Harm didn't make her admit that she had lost control. In their lives, especially in their relationship with one another, control was everything. He just nodded in understanding. She smiled gratefully, and slowly leaned into him. She did it, hoping not to attract his attention, but she really needed the comforting contact.
Harm had indeed noticed her leaning into him, but didn't say anything to her. He was determined to take advantage of this precious moment with her.
Mac quietly spoke up, her voice so soft that Harm almost couldn't hear what she said. But he was so in tune with her, that even his breathing mimicked hers. "Thank you Harm."
"Mac, I've told you. . ." He began, but she silenced him with a simple look.
"I do need to thank you Harm. If it weren't for you, I'd still be in that hideout, or I'd been on my way to wherever the hell he wanted to take me. Harm you saved my life, I do have to thank you." She looked deeply into his eyes. "And I also want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I haven't been the easiest person to share quarters with, and I'm just glad that you haven't thrown me out on the street yet." She laughed softly, never breaking contact with his eyes.
He smiled softly, and stroked her cheek. "Mac you've been through a lot, I couldn't throw you out on the street. Damn it." He snapped his fingers playfully.
"Oh thanks Harm!" She exclaimed, punching his arm softly. He smiled and they both chuckled. After their laughter subsided, she leaned into him further, wanting their physical connection to be as deep as their emotional connection was right now.
"Anytime Sarah." Harm said quietly. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "What?"
"You've called me Sarah more in the past twenty four hours than you have the whole time we've been partners." She looked at him curiously.
"Since when is calling you Sarah a crime?" Harm asked teasingly. She just smiled at him.
"It's not, I'm just wondering why I'm suddenly Sarah, and not Mac." She said, keeping a serious expression on her face.
"I don't know, you just seem more like Sarah than Mac right now. Why, does it bother you to be called Sarah?" Harm asked, afraid that he had upset her.
"Not at all Harm. Especially coming from you." She settled back into his arms, and decided to let him wonder what she meant.
Harm smiled, trying to figure out what she meant by 'especially coming from you'. He knew that the men in her life had called her Sarah, and he didn't know if she would want him to call her that. He decided to take a chance and ask what exactly that comment had meant. "What do you mean by that?"
Mac looked up, surprised that he actually asked. 'How am I going to get myself out of this one? Smooth move marine.' Her mind began racing as she tried to think up an answer.
Author's Notes: So what's gonna happen? If I get enough reviews, I'll try to post sometime next week. . .but ONLY if I get reviews. . .no, I'll probably post even if I don't get any reviews. . .not to say that you shouldn't send them though! I just wanted to thank April Marie for reminding me of this story. I've been having writer's block on I Miss Him and Hero, and I completely forgot about some of my other stories! Now, go click on the friendly looking review button, please? You know you want to..... Okay, I'm babbling now so I'll quit while I'm ahead. . .
Harm woke up by himself. He panicked, he thought that Coster had somehow gotten to Mac, until he heard the shower running. He got up, deciding that when Mac got out of the shower she might be hungry. He searched his kitchen, but then decided that he had nothing that could satisfy his meat- loving Marine.
He wrote Mac a quick note, and left it on the counter. He then started off to the grocery store that was a few miles away, hoping that Mac would see the note.
Mac stepped out of the shower, and grabbed Harm's robe, hoping he wouldn't mind. The minute she put it on, her senses were assaulted with his familiar masculine scent. She let the robe engulf her, as she imagined that he was really wrapped around her, not his robe.
"Harm?" She called out as she stepped out of his bedroom. When she heard no answer she started to panic. "Harm? Harm where are you? This isn't funny Flyboy!" She ran into the kitchen, looking for him everywhere. That's when she spotted the note. "Oh thank God." She whispered as she picked it up.
'Sarah,
I just left to find us some breakfast, since I didn't have any meat for you. I'll be back soon.
Harm'
Mac sighed with relief as she collapsed on his couch. She thought that Coster had somehow escaped custody, and that he had gone after Harm. She sat on the couch, not really doing anything, just watching the door, still needing proof Harm was coming back.
When he walked into the door, Mac sighed with relief. She jumped up from the couch, waiting for him to notice her presence. Harm looked over and saw her. "Hey Mac." He flashed a flyboy grin. But his grin faded when he looked into her eyes, and saw they were glassy from unshed tears. "What's a matter Mac?"
Mac shook her head, embarrassed that she had even let those tears form. She wiped at her cheeks angrily, seeing if she had let any of them fall. "Nothing's wrong Harm. I'm fine." She tried, unconvincingly, to assure him.
"Mac, I saw those tears, what's a matter?" He pressed gently. He dropped off the grocery bags on the counter, and came to stand beside her. He gently guided her to sit down on the couch, following her down, and sitting beside her. He brushed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remnants of her tears. "Why were you crying?"
"It's stupid Harm, really it's nothing." She said, beginning to calm herself. Harm studied her intensely.
"You were worried something had happened to me weren't you?"
"Maybe." She looked away, she couldn't hold his gaze any longer.
"Mac. . ." He said. "Sarah. . ." She squeezed her eyes shut, willing back the tears. She was determined to not let her emotions overrun her mind when she heard him murmur her name. But her anger got the best of her.
"Yes, I got out of the shower, and I thought that Coster had gotten to you, okay? I know that that's incredibly stupid and paranoid of me, but I can't help it! That's what's wrong, you happy?" She burst out. She felt guilty for lashing out at Harm, but it all was too much for her. Last night she had been confused and sad, but now, she was angry.
Harm was pretty sure that she wasn't really angry with him, but he still proceeded with caution. "Sarah, I know you're upset. . ." Mac shook her head.
"You have no idea what I'm going through right now! You don't know what I was feeling when I woke up and saw that bastard's face! When I saw you fall down those stairs, there was nothing more that I wanted to do then to rush to your side! But I couldn't Harm! We could have died in there!" Tears began streaming down her cheeks, but Mac didn't seem to notice, as she continued her angry tirade. "You have NO idea!!!" She screamed, collapsing on his chest in sobs.
Harm was flustered at seeing Mac so out of control. He didn't know what to do at first, but he soon found himself stroking her back, and whispering comforting nothings into her ear. She quickly pulled herself together, disgusted with herself that she had lost control of her emotions once again. "I'm sorry Harm, really I am. I didn't mean to lash out, I just. . ."
Harm didn't make her admit that she had lost control. In their lives, especially in their relationship with one another, control was everything. He just nodded in understanding. She smiled gratefully, and slowly leaned into him. She did it, hoping not to attract his attention, but she really needed the comforting contact.
Harm had indeed noticed her leaning into him, but didn't say anything to her. He was determined to take advantage of this precious moment with her.
Mac quietly spoke up, her voice so soft that Harm almost couldn't hear what she said. But he was so in tune with her, that even his breathing mimicked hers. "Thank you Harm."
"Mac, I've told you. . ." He began, but she silenced him with a simple look.
"I do need to thank you Harm. If it weren't for you, I'd still be in that hideout, or I'd been on my way to wherever the hell he wanted to take me. Harm you saved my life, I do have to thank you." She looked deeply into his eyes. "And I also want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I haven't been the easiest person to share quarters with, and I'm just glad that you haven't thrown me out on the street yet." She laughed softly, never breaking contact with his eyes.
He smiled softly, and stroked her cheek. "Mac you've been through a lot, I couldn't throw you out on the street. Damn it." He snapped his fingers playfully.
"Oh thanks Harm!" She exclaimed, punching his arm softly. He smiled and they both chuckled. After their laughter subsided, she leaned into him further, wanting their physical connection to be as deep as their emotional connection was right now.
"Anytime Sarah." Harm said quietly. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "What?"
"You've called me Sarah more in the past twenty four hours than you have the whole time we've been partners." She looked at him curiously.
"Since when is calling you Sarah a crime?" Harm asked teasingly. She just smiled at him.
"It's not, I'm just wondering why I'm suddenly Sarah, and not Mac." She said, keeping a serious expression on her face.
"I don't know, you just seem more like Sarah than Mac right now. Why, does it bother you to be called Sarah?" Harm asked, afraid that he had upset her.
"Not at all Harm. Especially coming from you." She settled back into his arms, and decided to let him wonder what she meant.
Harm smiled, trying to figure out what she meant by 'especially coming from you'. He knew that the men in her life had called her Sarah, and he didn't know if she would want him to call her that. He decided to take a chance and ask what exactly that comment had meant. "What do you mean by that?"
Mac looked up, surprised that he actually asked. 'How am I going to get myself out of this one? Smooth move marine.' Her mind began racing as she tried to think up an answer.
Author's Notes: So what's gonna happen? If I get enough reviews, I'll try to post sometime next week. . .but ONLY if I get reviews. . .no, I'll probably post even if I don't get any reviews. . .not to say that you shouldn't send them though! I just wanted to thank April Marie for reminding me of this story. I've been having writer's block on I Miss Him and Hero, and I completely forgot about some of my other stories! Now, go click on the friendly looking review button, please? You know you want to..... Okay, I'm babbling now so I'll quit while I'm ahead. . .