Title: Way Back When...
Author: Chicago Chick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harm and Mac meet way back when...
Disclaimer: Should be in first chapter, if not, tell me please.
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1546 PST
ROOM 1137
SAN DIEGO UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
Harm came back the next day to find Eddie and Chris sitting on Sarah's bed, while she was upright in the recliner. Eddie was laughing madly, Chris was shaking his head, and Sarah was rolling her eyes.
Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Harm enter the room, "Hey Harm!"
"Hey Sarah," he kissed her still slightly bruised cheek, and greeted the other two guys in the room.
After standing for a while, he perched on the arm of her recliner. Taking his hand unconsciously, she started playing with the academy ring that once belonged to his father. It'd been sent home with the rest of his personal effects after his plane went down that fateful Christmas Eve twelve years ago. He had been wearing it on a chain around his neck until it fit. Finally, two years ago, it fit around his fourth finger and there it stayed.
About twenty minutes after Harm showed up, Major O'Hara arrived. He looked sternly at Sarah in the recliner, head resting against Harm's side with his arm around her and left hand sandwiched between hers.
"Sarah, what are you doing out of bed? You have broken ribs, and bruises and cuts up the wazoo. Where in the hell is your doctor?" he ranted.
"First of all, Uncle Matt, the doctor is the one who told me to sit here in the first place, and I am fully aware of my injuries. The doctor said she was going to make her rounds and would be back as soon as she's done so she can examine me. Hopefully, I'll be able to finally shower today if everything goes right... But she wants a nurse to help me though, because I can't stand for long periods of time," she made a face.
"At least you can finally take one. Jeez Sarah, you reek," Eddie laughed.
"Hey!" she protested, "Blame it on the hospital, I would have at least taken three by now, but the first night I wasn't conscious, the second and third, they wouldn't let me, and this morning they, again, denied me the priveledge. It seems the only one not complaining is Harm."
He just looked down from his perch and smiled, "That's because I have a slight cold right now, and it has stolen the ability to smell."
She mock-frowned and elbowed him lightly in the ribs. He just dropped a tiny kiss on the top of her head and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, you smell incredible."
"Thank you, Harmon, at least I have one person on my side," she hugged him awkwardly from her lower position.
Eddie and Chris just looked at each other questioningly and Eddie shrugged. They resumed their previous chatter, until a tall attractive red-haired woman walked in and shooed the drooling men out, to examine Sarah.
After she was done, she let them all back in and made them promise not to over exert the patient. She was back propped up in bed with a huge smile on her face.
"They're going to let me take a shower!" she squealed as soon as they all sat, "And they're going to let me try it alone!"
"That's wonderful, so you're healing fast?" Harm asked seriously.
"She said I might get released soon. I hate hospitals. I've been in too many, too many times. I can't wait to get out," she looked to Harm.
He just smiled and squeezed the hand he was holding quickly. Matt grimaced as he watched the exchange between his niece and her new friend.
True to her word, Sarah was released into Matt's care a week later until they could either find her mother, her father was out of jail, or she came of age, which ever came first. The first week went almost normally, all because it was spent making plans and choosing where to go.
They spent their afternoons in Harm's garage apartment either planning, cuddling, or making out on the couch Harm just got. Sometimes it was all of them, until one day, a few days after she was released, Matt came to pick her up and she was too busy to realize what time it was. She and Harm were rolling around in his bed locked in a heated make-out session. The only car in the driveway was Harm's, fresh out of the shop, Trish was at the gallery she recently set up, and Frank was at the office.
He'd been sitting there for almost a half hour when he saw movement in the form of and article of clothing flying past the window. He got out of the car to investigate and entered the garage. What he found shocked him, to say the least. Sarah, dressed only in a pair of dark blue jeans and a sheer black lacy bra was laying on top of a half naked Harmon Rabb. Her hands were on either side of his face, and his were lightly gripping her waist. Their faces were locked together in a passionate kiss, Harm's ring glinted on her finger. They shifted so she was straddling his stomach and they finally broke apart. Breathing hard, he reached up and cupped her cheek, her immediate reaction to nuzzle her face further into his hand, and cover it with her own. What Matt heard next shocked him even further, if possible.
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Chicago Chick