Title: Way Back When...
Author: Chicago Chick
Rating: PG- PG13, either one will work...
Summary: Harm and Mac meet in an alternate universe, way back when...
Disclaimer: See the first chapter, I hope I put one in there.
1532 PST
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
Harm hadn't seen Sarah all day, and as he walked out into the bright sunlight, he saw a familiar figure stumble out of the shadows. His brain told him who it was, but he didn't want to believe it. He walked over and started running when he saw her stumble. She would have face planted, but a strong arm caught her around the waist. She looked up into the soft eyes of Harmon Rabb.
"Hey sweet thing," she purred, "What can I do for you? Hand jobs are fifty, chicken head is a hundred, and going all the way is gonna really cost you."
Once he realized what she was talking about, Harm's expression turned from confused, to surprised and slightly revolted. He scooped her up in his arms, and walked to the nearest pay phone. He dropped in the correct amount of change after fishing in his pocket and lowering her feet to the ground. He still had an arm around her waist, supporting her, as he dialed and waited a few minutes as the phone rang. A woman's cheery voice came on the line, "Hello, Burnett residence."
"Mom, I need help, can you send a car to the school?" Harm asked quickly as he saw Sarah start to sway.
"Yeah, sure honey. What's wrong?" the cheery voice turned concerned.
"A friend of mine isn't feeling well and no one is home and she shouldn't be left alone."
"Okay, sweet heart, it should be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks mom, see you soon," Harm said and hung up.
Sarah started to run her hands up his chest to his face, pulled it down, and pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss. He pulled away, and looked into her liquid brown eyes.
"Sarah, as much as I am loving this, I can't. We can't do this now, you aren't thinking clearly and have obviously been drinking since I smell it on your breath. Now, I am going to take you to my house, where you are going to drink some very strong coffee and sober up. Let's go sit down on that inviting bench over there, until the car comes.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
"Here comes the car, Sarah. Up we go," he said as he scooped her now sleeping form up.
He carried her over to the car and once the driver opened the door, he laid her down across the seat carefully. He then quickly picked up her head and shoulders and slid into the car under her laying her head back down on his lap after he did so.
The driver looked at him and closed the door, shaking his head. As they were driving along, the sleeping eyes of Sarah MacKenzie fluttered open, and looked up at Harm.
"My head hurts, what's going on?" she said with pain filled eyes.
"You're going to be fine, it's probably just the hangover, and I'm taking you to my house, where you can get over it so your parents don't freak," he replied.
"No, I have to go home, you don't understand. My dad will kill me if I'm not home right after school. I have to make dinner because my mom can't. She broke her arm and Dad is going to be furious if dinner isn't done when he gets home," she rambled.
"Then we'll buy something when I take you home. What time does your dad usually get home?" he asked.
"I don't know, usually around 7:30."
"Okay, we'll be there by seven," he said calmly.
She finally laid her head back on his lap where it was and he immediately started running his fingers through her hair. She sat up again, at first much to his disappointment, and scooted up into his lap, taking the hand that was previously in her hair, and started playing with it. He pulled her down so her upper body was resting against his broad chest and put his free arm around her waist.
They stayed like that until they pulled up in front of a large mansion Harm called home. The driver again opened the door and Sarah came out first, then Harm. He nodded a thanks to the driver and then with his arm around her once again, and led her up the steps to the front door. She stopped once they got to the door and looked up at him.
"This," she gestured, "Is where you live!?"
"Yeah, most of the time, but there is an unfinished apartment above the garage that I've had my eye on for a while," he said, "Wanna see it?"
"Okay, but do I get that kiss you interrupted earlier?" she said almost shyly.
"Maybe," he replied mischievously.
They went back down the steps and into the garage. Little did they know, the suspicious pair of eyes, belonging to Trish Burnett, watched them as they disappeared through the side door.
They ascended the steps into the large room with the king-size, unmade bed in the middle. As soon as he stepped up on the landing, she grabbed him and started kissing him again. He, being a guy, had no objections and just moved her back so they were right at the edge of the bed. She unknowingly took another step back, and the bed hit the back of her knees, sending her falling down onto the bed, and dragging her with them. She started giggling and he looked her amusedly.
"So, Mister Rabb, was it your intention to get me into your bed, or was this unplanned?" she said now looking into his eyes with her own laughing ones.
"I don't know..." he said, "Did you want to be here?"
"We haven't even gone on a date, and we've only known each other for a few hours," she reasoned.
"I feel like it's been forever already," he said leaning down to quickly kiss her again.
She smiled as she shook her head and pulled his head down for a longer, slower kiss. All of a sudden she reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head, feeling the ripple of his muscles as she slid her hands up his body.
He broke the kiss looking into her eyes as he started to pull her shirt off too. He got it off quickly to reveal a red, lacy concoction that looked like it wouldn't hold too much more. He kissed his way down her jaw and neck and on to her shoulder, he'd just pulled down a strap, when he heard a voice.
"Harmon David Rabb Junior! What do you think you're doing!?" his mother's furious voice yelled.
He looked like the figurative deer caught in the headlights of a semi. His eyes must have been the size of dinner plates.
"Mom!" he said surprised.
"Don't 'mom' me mister, answer my question!" she said sternly.
"Nothing! Mom, we weren't-"
"Weren't what? Weren't coming up here to be alone so you can have sex? Is that what the car was for?"
"Not really, no. I was going to show Sarah the apartment, and it just happened! We weren't planning anything! I swear on my future at the academy!" he tried to explain.
"And you, young lady," the attention turned to Sarah, also, who'd gotten her shirt on already, "What will your parents say? Do they even know you're here? Did you two even think of the possibility of pregnancy? Or sexually transmitted diseases, if one of you two had one? Then what would have happened? You need to think with the head on your shoulders Harmon, not the one in your pants!"
"Yes ma'am," Harm said quietly.
"Now, I'm going to have the chauffer drive her home, and you, Harmon, are going to stay in your room until I tell you otherwise.," she ended her tirade, and stomped down the stairs, "Be ready in ten minutes!"
"Okay, I don't think I would have thought all that up before hand," Sarah said as Harm was busy putting his shirt on, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble"
"Hey, it's not all your fault, I had a hand in that too," he said as he pulled her into his arms for a hug.
His mom came up after ten minutes, and found them like that asleep. She lightly tapped Harm's arm and woke him up. He then woke up Sarah, and led her down the stairs and into the car, kissing her lightly goodbye.
1723 PST
DRIVEWAY
MACKENZIE RESIDENCE
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
Sarah hurried out of the car and into the house. When she opened the door, she could swear a tornado went through the MacKenzie household. One named Joe.
She could hear her drunken father yelling at her mother and asking where her 'tramp of a daughter' was. When the scared sixteen year old came into view, he turned to her and smacked her across the face, hard.
He started screaming and kicking her until the world around her turned black...
Yay! Finally I got to post this... Sorry it was delayed... Like a lot... But I was at Great Lakes for recruit training. It was fun and at one point, I had a Petty Officer chewing on the arm of my dress whites with me in them... Long story, don't ask. Anyways, now I'm in my temporary living room and will try to get chapter three up sooner than I did this one.
Chicago Chick (:)
Author: Chicago Chick
Rating: PG- PG13, either one will work...
Summary: Harm and Mac meet in an alternate universe, way back when...
Disclaimer: See the first chapter, I hope I put one in there.
1532 PST
SAN DIEGO PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
Harm hadn't seen Sarah all day, and as he walked out into the bright sunlight, he saw a familiar figure stumble out of the shadows. His brain told him who it was, but he didn't want to believe it. He walked over and started running when he saw her stumble. She would have face planted, but a strong arm caught her around the waist. She looked up into the soft eyes of Harmon Rabb.
"Hey sweet thing," she purred, "What can I do for you? Hand jobs are fifty, chicken head is a hundred, and going all the way is gonna really cost you."
Once he realized what she was talking about, Harm's expression turned from confused, to surprised and slightly revolted. He scooped her up in his arms, and walked to the nearest pay phone. He dropped in the correct amount of change after fishing in his pocket and lowering her feet to the ground. He still had an arm around her waist, supporting her, as he dialed and waited a few minutes as the phone rang. A woman's cheery voice came on the line, "Hello, Burnett residence."
"Mom, I need help, can you send a car to the school?" Harm asked quickly as he saw Sarah start to sway.
"Yeah, sure honey. What's wrong?" the cheery voice turned concerned.
"A friend of mine isn't feeling well and no one is home and she shouldn't be left alone."
"Okay, sweet heart, it should be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks mom, see you soon," Harm said and hung up.
Sarah started to run her hands up his chest to his face, pulled it down, and pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss. He pulled away, and looked into her liquid brown eyes.
"Sarah, as much as I am loving this, I can't. We can't do this now, you aren't thinking clearly and have obviously been drinking since I smell it on your breath. Now, I am going to take you to my house, where you are going to drink some very strong coffee and sober up. Let's go sit down on that inviting bench over there, until the car comes.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
"Here comes the car, Sarah. Up we go," he said as he scooped her now sleeping form up.
He carried her over to the car and once the driver opened the door, he laid her down across the seat carefully. He then quickly picked up her head and shoulders and slid into the car under her laying her head back down on his lap after he did so.
The driver looked at him and closed the door, shaking his head. As they were driving along, the sleeping eyes of Sarah MacKenzie fluttered open, and looked up at Harm.
"My head hurts, what's going on?" she said with pain filled eyes.
"You're going to be fine, it's probably just the hangover, and I'm taking you to my house, where you can get over it so your parents don't freak," he replied.
"No, I have to go home, you don't understand. My dad will kill me if I'm not home right after school. I have to make dinner because my mom can't. She broke her arm and Dad is going to be furious if dinner isn't done when he gets home," she rambled.
"Then we'll buy something when I take you home. What time does your dad usually get home?" he asked.
"I don't know, usually around 7:30."
"Okay, we'll be there by seven," he said calmly.
She finally laid her head back on his lap where it was and he immediately started running his fingers through her hair. She sat up again, at first much to his disappointment, and scooted up into his lap, taking the hand that was previously in her hair, and started playing with it. He pulled her down so her upper body was resting against his broad chest and put his free arm around her waist.
They stayed like that until they pulled up in front of a large mansion Harm called home. The driver again opened the door and Sarah came out first, then Harm. He nodded a thanks to the driver and then with his arm around her once again, and led her up the steps to the front door. She stopped once they got to the door and looked up at him.
"This," she gestured, "Is where you live!?"
"Yeah, most of the time, but there is an unfinished apartment above the garage that I've had my eye on for a while," he said, "Wanna see it?"
"Okay, but do I get that kiss you interrupted earlier?" she said almost shyly.
"Maybe," he replied mischievously.
They went back down the steps and into the garage. Little did they know, the suspicious pair of eyes, belonging to Trish Burnett, watched them as they disappeared through the side door.
They ascended the steps into the large room with the king-size, unmade bed in the middle. As soon as he stepped up on the landing, she grabbed him and started kissing him again. He, being a guy, had no objections and just moved her back so they were right at the edge of the bed. She unknowingly took another step back, and the bed hit the back of her knees, sending her falling down onto the bed, and dragging her with them. She started giggling and he looked her amusedly.
"So, Mister Rabb, was it your intention to get me into your bed, or was this unplanned?" she said now looking into his eyes with her own laughing ones.
"I don't know..." he said, "Did you want to be here?"
"We haven't even gone on a date, and we've only known each other for a few hours," she reasoned.
"I feel like it's been forever already," he said leaning down to quickly kiss her again.
She smiled as she shook her head and pulled his head down for a longer, slower kiss. All of a sudden she reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head, feeling the ripple of his muscles as she slid her hands up his body.
He broke the kiss looking into her eyes as he started to pull her shirt off too. He got it off quickly to reveal a red, lacy concoction that looked like it wouldn't hold too much more. He kissed his way down her jaw and neck and on to her shoulder, he'd just pulled down a strap, when he heard a voice.
"Harmon David Rabb Junior! What do you think you're doing!?" his mother's furious voice yelled.
He looked like the figurative deer caught in the headlights of a semi. His eyes must have been the size of dinner plates.
"Mom!" he said surprised.
"Don't 'mom' me mister, answer my question!" she said sternly.
"Nothing! Mom, we weren't-"
"Weren't what? Weren't coming up here to be alone so you can have sex? Is that what the car was for?"
"Not really, no. I was going to show Sarah the apartment, and it just happened! We weren't planning anything! I swear on my future at the academy!" he tried to explain.
"And you, young lady," the attention turned to Sarah, also, who'd gotten her shirt on already, "What will your parents say? Do they even know you're here? Did you two even think of the possibility of pregnancy? Or sexually transmitted diseases, if one of you two had one? Then what would have happened? You need to think with the head on your shoulders Harmon, not the one in your pants!"
"Yes ma'am," Harm said quietly.
"Now, I'm going to have the chauffer drive her home, and you, Harmon, are going to stay in your room until I tell you otherwise.," she ended her tirade, and stomped down the stairs, "Be ready in ten minutes!"
"Okay, I don't think I would have thought all that up before hand," Sarah said as Harm was busy putting his shirt on, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble"
"Hey, it's not all your fault, I had a hand in that too," he said as he pulled her into his arms for a hug.
His mom came up after ten minutes, and found them like that asleep. She lightly tapped Harm's arm and woke him up. He then woke up Sarah, and led her down the stairs and into the car, kissing her lightly goodbye.
1723 PST
DRIVEWAY
MACKENZIE RESIDENCE
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
Sarah hurried out of the car and into the house. When she opened the door, she could swear a tornado went through the MacKenzie household. One named Joe.
She could hear her drunken father yelling at her mother and asking where her 'tramp of a daughter' was. When the scared sixteen year old came into view, he turned to her and smacked her across the face, hard.
He started screaming and kicking her until the world around her turned black...
Yay! Finally I got to post this... Sorry it was delayed... Like a lot... But I was at Great Lakes for recruit training. It was fun and at one point, I had a Petty Officer chewing on the arm of my dress whites with me in them... Long story, don't ask. Anyways, now I'm in my temporary living room and will try to get chapter three up sooner than I did this one.
Chicago Chick (:)