AN: Yeah! The quick edit works. Thanks for the reviews. I will try to post more often. Enjoy.
Harm entered a dream state that he has never been in before. It was dark and desolate. He tried to feel his way around, but there was nothing to feel. It was as if he was in a void.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?"
At first no one answered, but then he heard it. Voices. Familiar voices. They all were repeating the same thing, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.
Even though he was dreaming, Harm knew something wasn't right. This wasn't an ordinary dream, but he couldn't put his finger on what was different. Harm started to walk in the direction where he thought the voices were coming from. He must have guess correctly, because the voices seemed to be getting louder. He was almost close enough to hear what they were saying. He tried again to call out to them.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?"
They all responded.
"Go away. You are not wanted here?"
"Hey! I don't even know where here is. I don't even know what's going on here. Would someone care to explain it to me?"
A single voice answered him.
"No. Leave us and her alone."
"Her? Who else is here, and why do you sound familiar. Do I know you?"
"You should, Harm. We were real good friends, remember?"
"Webb?"
"Give the man a cigar. Oh, I forgot, Sarah says you don't smoke them anymore."
"What are you doing in my dream, Webb?"
"You always think it's all about you don't you, Rabb. Well I hate to tell you, Rabb, but this doesn't concern you in the least. So leave us be."
"I'm not going anywhere, Webb. Not until I get some answers."
"What makes you think you deserve them? You never ask the right ones anyway."
"Well what, pray tell, are the right questions?"
"Are you really this dense? I can't believe you actually had the intelligence to work for the CIA. You were on the right track earlier with your line a questioning. So use what little brain cells you have and figure it out."
Harm was shocked to say the least. This was getting really weird. What was he doing here, and why is Webb here? The last person he ever expected to see in his dreams was Clayton Webb. Most of his dreams involved a certain Marine. That's when the light bulb went off over his head. Mac. This had to be about Mac somehow, but how? Then he heard it. Crying. Not just any crying. It was Mac. He knew it. Now he was really getting confused. Mac doesn't cry in his dreams. Well, not because of pain at least.
"Mac! Are you there? Answer me!"
Mac could barely make out the other voice trying to pry its way into her ears. Webb's seemed to have died down, but she remembered what he said to her.
He was the meanest of them all. He first started by telling her how much he loved her, and will always love her. When she didn't respond, he got mean. He started to talk to her about Paraguay. That if it wasn't for him, she would have been tortured. He told her how he sacrificed himself, because he loved her. She just sat there crying. She couldn't find her voice if she tried. This infuriated him even more. Now he was going to fight dirty. He started to blame Harm for all of this. He said Harm has always been in the way. He even went so far as to say that he wanted to get Harm killed while on a operation. Maybe then, she would get over him. He told her it was no use trying to get Rabb, because she could never have him. She wasn't worthy enough. It was time to let it go. She could never be the woman Harm wanted her to be.
Mac didn't even receive a reprieve when Webb's voice died out. She was trying to figure out where he went, but she never got a chance. The rest of the voices attacked her with a vengeance.
Her father was the loudest voice. She could hear her father telling her how worthless she is, and how he always wanted a son. He said she wasn't even worthy to wear the marine uniform. He kept calling her a drunk just like him, and a whore. He told her that no one in his right mind would want to be with a useless piece of trash like her.
Chris was next. He called her a drunk, too. He said once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. She was just a slut and a tramp. He said the only reason he married he was because he was drunk. He even said that he tried to work things out with her, but she thought she was just too good for him. He laughed as he said that. He said that he was too good for her. He called her an adulterous bitch, and he said he should have killed her that night. He said he would have been doing the world a favor.
Then there was Dalton. He kept telling her that all he wanted to do was love her. He would have given her everything she could ever dream of. He blamed her for his death. He said she was a tease, and that's why Coster killed him. She just dragged men by a leash. She would use them, and then cast them aside.
Throughout all this, Harm tried desperately to get Mac to answer him. He could hear the things being said to her more clearly now. He had to get to her and help her.
"Mac! It's me, Harm! Talk to me marine!"
Mac finally heard his voice. The voice she wanted to hear so much, but she feared it at the same time. Finding her voice, she spoke.
"What do you want, Harm? Are you here to drive the knife deeper?"
"Here that, Harm? It sounds like you're not wanted here."
"Shut up, Webb. It's because of all of you that she's like this."
"Hey, don't blame us. We are in Sarah's mind, because she wants us to be here. We can leave at anytime. She just has to tell us to go."
"You don't need her permission, Webb. Leave her alone. You and everyone else has hurt her enough."
"Well isn't that ironic. You of all people should know about hurting Sarah. You have hurt her the most, Rabb. How long have you had her on a string? Nine years? You always gave her a taste of what she could have, and then you would pull it away. When she was with someone, you would find a way to break it up. You never wanted to be with her, but damn anyone else to have her. She has suffered enough because of you. Why don't you leave, and we'll take Sarah to a better place. A place where she can be loved without the strings."
"You know nothing about me, Webb. You know nothing about the relationship Mac and I have. We both have done our share of hurting each other. She has pushed me away, too. I was ready to take that next step, but she got hurt."
"Really, you don't say? That's not how she remembers it. If I'm not mistaken, the cat got your tongue again, Rabb. You say you want to take the next step, but you never do. You have been doing the same dance with her for 9 years. When are you going to change the steps?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. I want to talk to Mac. Now get out of my way."
"Be my guest, Harm. Just don't be surprised when she kicks your ass."
"She won't. Now move."
Webb stepped aside, and that's when he saw her. She was sitting on the ground rocking. Rocking just like he was earlier. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell by the sobs that she had been crying for a long time. He carefully stepped closer to her. He didn't want her to run. He still didn't know the reason he was here, but he had an idea that it had to do with the hell Mac is in now. He reached out, and gently touched her hand. Mac's head shot up, astonishment present in her eyes.
"Hey. Easy there ninja-girl. I'm not here to hurt you."
"Then why else would you be here. Don't you want to join my little hate club?"
"No, Mac. I don't want to join the club. To be honest, I don't know why I'm here. The last thing I remember was crawling into the extra bed in Sturgis' room so I could get a few hours of sleep. I was going to try to see you once you got up."
"So you are at the hospital with me?"
"Yes."
"How bad is it?"
"Pretty bad. I don't think you want to know."
"Harmon Rabb, stop protecting me! I want to know!"
"You were in a bad accident, Mac. Your left lung is punctured. You lost your spleen. Your arm is broken, and you have a hairline fracture going from your hip to your femur. You also have 16 stitches in your head. And if you haven't guessed by now, you are in a coma."
"Oh my God! Did they find out who hit me?"
"Believe it or not, it was Sturgis. He got a call from Bethesda saying his dad had a heart attack, and he flew to the hospital. Needless to say, he didn't quite make it the way he planned."
"So I guess I should take their advice."
"Whose advise?"
"My hate club. They keep saying I should give up. I guess I should. I'm probably not going to wake up."
"Don't say that, Mac. You can't give up."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't. They were right you know. I am good for nothing. Everything I touch dies. Especially men. Dalton and Chris are dead because of me. My father probably drank because of me. Webb still professes his love, even though he says you are the reason we would never have work in the first place. He says I'm not good enough for you, and he's right. You deserve so much better than me, Harm. Just let me die in peace. Move on, Harm. Go find someone to give you your family."
"You don't get it, do you? I don't want another woman's child. I want your child. Our child. Remember? One with your looks and my brains, and one with my looks and your brains. You are the only one I want to share that joy with."
"Oh come on, Harm. Aren't we just fooling ourselves? How could this possibly work? We both want to be on top. If you wanted this so bad, why didn't you just come out and say it tonight? You left me hanging again. I can't keep going through this Harm. My heart can't take the beating anymore."
"I was trying to tell you how I feel, Mac, but you never gave me a chance. I can't explain it. I get so tongue-tied with you. The words either come out wrong, or they don't come out at all. I didn't want to hurt you again."
"But you did hurt me again, Harm. I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of fighting for you. I know you probably don't want me, and I think I can finally accept that. It's time that I move on, and let you get on with your life."
"No, Mac! That's not what I want!"
"What is it you want then?"
Harm was about to tell her when something unexplainable happened. Harm felt a force push him away from her, and a voice echoed in his ear.
"You hear that, Harm. Your presence here is no longer wanted."
Harm was thrown back to reality where he sat up abruptly. He quickly jumped out of the bed, and he ran out the door. Sturgis didn't even have time to ask what was wrong. Harm took the stairs to Mac's room. He arrived just in time to hear the nurses call.
"We have a code blue in here! Get the crash cart STAT!"
"MMAACCC!!!"
Well there it is. Please don't lynch me, yet. I didn't plan the story to go this route, but the Muses had other ideas. All is not lost. Mac will not die. I hope to actually wake her up in a chapter or two. Now all you have to do is hit the little lilac button and review. You know you want to. (evil grin)
Harm entered a dream state that he has never been in before. It was dark and desolate. He tried to feel his way around, but there was nothing to feel. It was as if he was in a void.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?"
At first no one answered, but then he heard it. Voices. Familiar voices. They all were repeating the same thing, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.
Even though he was dreaming, Harm knew something wasn't right. This wasn't an ordinary dream, but he couldn't put his finger on what was different. Harm started to walk in the direction where he thought the voices were coming from. He must have guess correctly, because the voices seemed to be getting louder. He was almost close enough to hear what they were saying. He tried again to call out to them.
"Hello! Can anyone hear me?"
They all responded.
"Go away. You are not wanted here?"
"Hey! I don't even know where here is. I don't even know what's going on here. Would someone care to explain it to me?"
A single voice answered him.
"No. Leave us and her alone."
"Her? Who else is here, and why do you sound familiar. Do I know you?"
"You should, Harm. We were real good friends, remember?"
"Webb?"
"Give the man a cigar. Oh, I forgot, Sarah says you don't smoke them anymore."
"What are you doing in my dream, Webb?"
"You always think it's all about you don't you, Rabb. Well I hate to tell you, Rabb, but this doesn't concern you in the least. So leave us be."
"I'm not going anywhere, Webb. Not until I get some answers."
"What makes you think you deserve them? You never ask the right ones anyway."
"Well what, pray tell, are the right questions?"
"Are you really this dense? I can't believe you actually had the intelligence to work for the CIA. You were on the right track earlier with your line a questioning. So use what little brain cells you have and figure it out."
Harm was shocked to say the least. This was getting really weird. What was he doing here, and why is Webb here? The last person he ever expected to see in his dreams was Clayton Webb. Most of his dreams involved a certain Marine. That's when the light bulb went off over his head. Mac. This had to be about Mac somehow, but how? Then he heard it. Crying. Not just any crying. It was Mac. He knew it. Now he was really getting confused. Mac doesn't cry in his dreams. Well, not because of pain at least.
"Mac! Are you there? Answer me!"
Mac could barely make out the other voice trying to pry its way into her ears. Webb's seemed to have died down, but she remembered what he said to her.
He was the meanest of them all. He first started by telling her how much he loved her, and will always love her. When she didn't respond, he got mean. He started to talk to her about Paraguay. That if it wasn't for him, she would have been tortured. He told her how he sacrificed himself, because he loved her. She just sat there crying. She couldn't find her voice if she tried. This infuriated him even more. Now he was going to fight dirty. He started to blame Harm for all of this. He said Harm has always been in the way. He even went so far as to say that he wanted to get Harm killed while on a operation. Maybe then, she would get over him. He told her it was no use trying to get Rabb, because she could never have him. She wasn't worthy enough. It was time to let it go. She could never be the woman Harm wanted her to be.
Mac didn't even receive a reprieve when Webb's voice died out. She was trying to figure out where he went, but she never got a chance. The rest of the voices attacked her with a vengeance.
Her father was the loudest voice. She could hear her father telling her how worthless she is, and how he always wanted a son. He said she wasn't even worthy to wear the marine uniform. He kept calling her a drunk just like him, and a whore. He told her that no one in his right mind would want to be with a useless piece of trash like her.
Chris was next. He called her a drunk, too. He said once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. She was just a slut and a tramp. He said the only reason he married he was because he was drunk. He even said that he tried to work things out with her, but she thought she was just too good for him. He laughed as he said that. He said that he was too good for her. He called her an adulterous bitch, and he said he should have killed her that night. He said he would have been doing the world a favor.
Then there was Dalton. He kept telling her that all he wanted to do was love her. He would have given her everything she could ever dream of. He blamed her for his death. He said she was a tease, and that's why Coster killed him. She just dragged men by a leash. She would use them, and then cast them aside.
Throughout all this, Harm tried desperately to get Mac to answer him. He could hear the things being said to her more clearly now. He had to get to her and help her.
"Mac! It's me, Harm! Talk to me marine!"
Mac finally heard his voice. The voice she wanted to hear so much, but she feared it at the same time. Finding her voice, she spoke.
"What do you want, Harm? Are you here to drive the knife deeper?"
"Here that, Harm? It sounds like you're not wanted here."
"Shut up, Webb. It's because of all of you that she's like this."
"Hey, don't blame us. We are in Sarah's mind, because she wants us to be here. We can leave at anytime. She just has to tell us to go."
"You don't need her permission, Webb. Leave her alone. You and everyone else has hurt her enough."
"Well isn't that ironic. You of all people should know about hurting Sarah. You have hurt her the most, Rabb. How long have you had her on a string? Nine years? You always gave her a taste of what she could have, and then you would pull it away. When she was with someone, you would find a way to break it up. You never wanted to be with her, but damn anyone else to have her. She has suffered enough because of you. Why don't you leave, and we'll take Sarah to a better place. A place where she can be loved without the strings."
"You know nothing about me, Webb. You know nothing about the relationship Mac and I have. We both have done our share of hurting each other. She has pushed me away, too. I was ready to take that next step, but she got hurt."
"Really, you don't say? That's not how she remembers it. If I'm not mistaken, the cat got your tongue again, Rabb. You say you want to take the next step, but you never do. You have been doing the same dance with her for 9 years. When are you going to change the steps?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. I want to talk to Mac. Now get out of my way."
"Be my guest, Harm. Just don't be surprised when she kicks your ass."
"She won't. Now move."
Webb stepped aside, and that's when he saw her. She was sitting on the ground rocking. Rocking just like he was earlier. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell by the sobs that she had been crying for a long time. He carefully stepped closer to her. He didn't want her to run. He still didn't know the reason he was here, but he had an idea that it had to do with the hell Mac is in now. He reached out, and gently touched her hand. Mac's head shot up, astonishment present in her eyes.
"Hey. Easy there ninja-girl. I'm not here to hurt you."
"Then why else would you be here. Don't you want to join my little hate club?"
"No, Mac. I don't want to join the club. To be honest, I don't know why I'm here. The last thing I remember was crawling into the extra bed in Sturgis' room so I could get a few hours of sleep. I was going to try to see you once you got up."
"So you are at the hospital with me?"
"Yes."
"How bad is it?"
"Pretty bad. I don't think you want to know."
"Harmon Rabb, stop protecting me! I want to know!"
"You were in a bad accident, Mac. Your left lung is punctured. You lost your spleen. Your arm is broken, and you have a hairline fracture going from your hip to your femur. You also have 16 stitches in your head. And if you haven't guessed by now, you are in a coma."
"Oh my God! Did they find out who hit me?"
"Believe it or not, it was Sturgis. He got a call from Bethesda saying his dad had a heart attack, and he flew to the hospital. Needless to say, he didn't quite make it the way he planned."
"So I guess I should take their advice."
"Whose advise?"
"My hate club. They keep saying I should give up. I guess I should. I'm probably not going to wake up."
"Don't say that, Mac. You can't give up."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't. They were right you know. I am good for nothing. Everything I touch dies. Especially men. Dalton and Chris are dead because of me. My father probably drank because of me. Webb still professes his love, even though he says you are the reason we would never have work in the first place. He says I'm not good enough for you, and he's right. You deserve so much better than me, Harm. Just let me die in peace. Move on, Harm. Go find someone to give you your family."
"You don't get it, do you? I don't want another woman's child. I want your child. Our child. Remember? One with your looks and my brains, and one with my looks and your brains. You are the only one I want to share that joy with."
"Oh come on, Harm. Aren't we just fooling ourselves? How could this possibly work? We both want to be on top. If you wanted this so bad, why didn't you just come out and say it tonight? You left me hanging again. I can't keep going through this Harm. My heart can't take the beating anymore."
"I was trying to tell you how I feel, Mac, but you never gave me a chance. I can't explain it. I get so tongue-tied with you. The words either come out wrong, or they don't come out at all. I didn't want to hurt you again."
"But you did hurt me again, Harm. I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of fighting for you. I know you probably don't want me, and I think I can finally accept that. It's time that I move on, and let you get on with your life."
"No, Mac! That's not what I want!"
"What is it you want then?"
Harm was about to tell her when something unexplainable happened. Harm felt a force push him away from her, and a voice echoed in his ear.
"You hear that, Harm. Your presence here is no longer wanted."
Harm was thrown back to reality where he sat up abruptly. He quickly jumped out of the bed, and he ran out the door. Sturgis didn't even have time to ask what was wrong. Harm took the stairs to Mac's room. He arrived just in time to hear the nurses call.
"We have a code blue in here! Get the crash cart STAT!"
"MMAACCC!!!"
Well there it is. Please don't lynch me, yet. I didn't plan the story to go this route, but the Muses had other ideas. All is not lost. Mac will not die. I hope to actually wake her up in a chapter or two. Now all you have to do is hit the little lilac button and review. You know you want to. (evil grin)