Title : Where The Sea Meets The Sky
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. 'Sue Thomas, F.B.Eye' belongs to PAX TV - and I hope all parties will allow me to have fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you.
Rating : G to PG-13
Thanks go to cbw; jtbwriter; beegirl, katydid13, ninjaturtle, capriceann, starryeyes10, kirsten, soonerfan, another tracy, tomcat-all, lori4, carol, eliv.thade, alicia5, fragmentpieces and kesh for their reviews. As before, any reviewers I miss between posts will be added to the list for the next chapter!
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USS SEA HAWK
SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN
Mattie's jaw practically dropped at the news, and Harm grinned at her as she turned round in her seat to look at him. Acknowledging the request, Harm responded.
"Aye, sir. When does Captain Johnson suggest I take Ensign Grace out?"
"Anytime in the next ten hours. You are scheduled for the next sortie after Scuba and Frisbee go out. I understand you have shore leave cleared for Thursday. You'll have chance for at least two sorties before then."
"Aye, sir."
"Jorgensen?"
"Sir?"
"You will stand-down for the time being. Your next briefing is one hour before take-off."
"Aye, sir."
"Good. Dismissed." As the CAG stepped down from the small dais at the front of the room, he walked up to Harm and Mac, who stood with Mattie and Jorgensen.
"I trust you'll teach Miss Grace what you know about Tomcats as per the official book, and not the Harmon Rabb Junior version. We have enough stories about the Rabb legend without starting another."
"Aye, sir." Harm nodded, and Mattie stood silent, aware that Harm's past exploits, while fodder for scuttlebutt and inspiration of awe, were factual, and in some cases were solid evidence on which newer and safer training methods were based. The CAG had turned to face her now, and Mattie managed to drag her attention back to the senior officer.
"Miss Grace, you are indeed a unique young lady. There are not many teenagers who get to be on board a carrier in active service; then again, there are not many teenagers who have a role model who is a living legend, and as for Captain Rabb..." It took Mattie a second to get the humor in the CAG's words, and she grinned widely when she understood the levity. Harm looked suitably affronted, and Mac smiled at both Harm and Mattie, acknowledging the off-hand compliment to herself that she was an excellent role-model for Mattie also.
"I'm honored, sir, to be invited on board the Sea Hawk, and lucky to have both the Captain and the Colonel in my life, and guiding my ambitions." Mattie's words were polite and precise, and Harm was again taken aback by her maturity.
"I hope you enjoy your stay on board the Sea Hawk, and your flight," The CAG added as he made to leave the briefing room.
"Thank you, sir." Mattie acknowledged the CAG's comments, and then turned to grin at Harm, who grinned back.
"I think we ought to be getting down to Captain Johnson's cabin. Sturgis will probably already be there," Mac spoke, smiling at Harm and Mattie. They both turned to look at her and nodded as she preceded them through the hatch.
CAPTAIN JOHNSON'S DAY ROOM
USS SEA HAWK
"So, Ensign Grace," Captain Johnson smiled at Mattie across the table in his quarters, "how are you enjoying your stay on the carrier so far?"
"It's amazing!" Mattie replied enthusiastically, and then remembered to add the appropriate address. "Sir." Smiles went around the table at her response, and Harm's gaze lingered a little longer on Mac before he caught Sturgis' knowing look, and dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement. If Captain Johnson caught the looks passing between the senior officers at his table he made no comment, however the comment he did make caught everyone's attention, for various reasons.
"Captain Rabb, if you have no objection, I would like Ensign Grace to accompany me to the bridge; I'm sure Mattie will enjoy seeing the heart of this old girl," Captain Johnson quirked an eyebrow at Mattie, who returned his look with a wide smile. The Captain continued, "Commander Turner, I would like you and Commander Glennan to go through the JAG business that has occurred in his absence and bring him up to speed." Sturgis nodded, knowing that he and Glennan had already covered the matter, but aware that Captain Johnson had something in mind for Harm and Mac, and he wasn't about to spoil those plans. Mattie turned to look at Harm, her mouth open to ask him about going to the bridge, but he cut in, smiling at her.
"Enjoy yourself, Mattie. Remember, do..."
"...as I'm told. I know. Thanks, Harm."
"Captain Rabb and Colonel Mackenzie will join us on the bridge in a while, as will you, Commander Turner, and Commander Glennan."
Harm and Mac traded a quick, questioning glance, and then turned as Johnson addressed them, almost an off-hand remark as he got to his feet and made his way to the hatch, Mattie following obediently.
"Feel free to use my cabin, Captain, to discuss the Colonel's plans, about the court martial. You won't be disturbed. I'll expect you on the bridge in, say, two hours." It was a rhetorical question. Both Harm and Mac knew they would be present on the bridge before the two hours were up. They rose to their feet to salute, but Johnson waved them down, and Mac would have sworn the man had a smile on his face.
"Later Captain, Colonel. Ensign Grace, with me. Commander Turner, I will see you on the bridge at the same time as these two."
"Aye, sir." Sturgis acknowledged, gave Mac and Harm a quick look, and a sly wink, and followed both Johnson and Mattie out of the day room, closing the hatch behind him.
Harm and Mac sat in stunned silence. They had all but been given permission to fraternize by the captain of the ship! Granted, he hadn't put it in those words, but his acceptance of their being alone together spoke volumes. If they had met alone in either Harm or Mac's appointed cabin there would have been speculation from crew members, but by virtue of their being in the private quarters of the ship's captain, it was a given understanding that no word of their unchaperoned presence there would reach official ears.
Mac was the first to recover, and she turned in her chair to look at Harm. Her brown eyes sparkled, and she leaned in to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hi, sailor."
Mac's husky voice, and the soft kiss, were enough to rouse Harm from his disbelief at what was happening. He brought Mac to her feet and into his arms. Still he hadn't spoken, and Mac was beginning to worry, until he brought his hands up to cup her face and she looked into his eyes. The darkened irises spoke the words his mouth couldn't. Mac was drawn in, and as the space between them closed down to mere millimeters, her eyelids fluttered close and Harm lowered his mouth.
As a kiss, it was just that - mouths meeting, mating, moving... but it was also a bonding, an unspoken knowledge that no matter when or where they came together, each time strengthened the conviction that they were one entity - together and apart.
The need for air finally made them part, and with their foreheads touching, they both stood silent for a moment or two, until Harm lifted his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Mac.
"Hi, marine," he said, eventually, a soft loving smile on his lips and in his eyes.
Mac grinned up at him. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to talk."
Harm laughed, raising his head and looking around the cabin. His gaze returned to Mac as he shook his head.
"I guess I'm still in shock over Captain Johnson leaving us alone in here."
"Well, he did say we had some work to do. I have to tell you about the court martial, and you have to tell me..."
"...how much I love you." Harm finished.
"That too," Mac nodded in agreement, and then she gave him an uncertain look.
"Mac? What is it? Are you ill?"
"Ill? No. Why ...what makes you say that, Harm?"
"Well, you've been rubbing your stomach since you came on board. I wondered if you were feeling ill. You've been traveling a while, and with jet-lag and all..."
Mac raised her hand and put it over Harm's mouth.
"I'm fine, sailor. Honest. I do have something to tell you, though, and to show you." Mac stepped away from Harm and walked to the hatch.
"What are you doing?"
"Just checking the hatch is locked. If what I tell you gives us occasion to need extra privacy, we're not likely to be disturbed at an ...unexpected moment, and if it makes you want to run, it will give me a chance to stop you."
"Why would I want to run ...Mac, what's going on?" Harm looked puzzled, trying to damp down the feeling that something was wrong.
"Remember a promise you made me, flyboy?"
"I recall I've made you quite a few promises lately, Mac. Of the promises I've made in the past I've kept them all ..."
Mac tipped her head to one side, waiting for the moment she knew he would realize exactly which promise she was talking about.
"...except one."
Mac held up the short white stick in front of her, at eye level, so Harm couldn't miss it.
"Hello, Daddy," she murmured, glowing with love, her eyes alight with amusement at his look of utter amazement.
"Harm? Say something? I'm beginning to feel ...Harm? What're you doing?" Mac watched as Harm dropped to his knees, his hands holding her hips, pressing his forehead against her stomach.
Instinctively Mac held his head against her, tears slipping down her cheeks and onto his hair. When Harm raised his head there were tears in his eyes and on his cheeks too. The smile on his face matched hers, part wonderment, part pride, and all love.
"Our baby ..." he murmured, and Mac nodded, watching in silence as he got to his feet again and pulled her against him, resting his head against the top of hers. Mac felt more sobs as his chest moved beneath her cheek, and then the moment when he drew himself together enough to talk again. "I love you, Sarah. Thank you for this gift."
Mac looked up at Harm, and whatever words she had been about to say were lost in the look in his eyes. Their mouths met in the gentlest of kisses, and then the tempo rose and the kisses grew longer, harder, needier.
When Harm broke the chain of kisses shortly after, Mac groaned in protest, and then looked around her, surprised to find herself on the couch in the cabin, laying on top of Harm. Surprised, as she had no recollection of how she got there. If she had been put on the witness stand at that very moment she would have found it impossible to say just how her relocation came about.
"How did we ...?" Harm started to ask, and Mac grinned.
"Human biology 101, Rabb. Remember, the egg, the squiggly tadpole ..."
Harm swatted her backside and laughed. "I know that bit, marine. I just meant, I thought we were protected."
"So did I, but I took those antibiotics a few months ago, and they screwed up the pill."
"I used protection too," Harm added, and Mac shook her head.
"Not all the time, sailor. We get a little carried away sometimes, especially when you get inventive ..." Mac shivered, remembering some of those times and still feeling the sensations as if they were happening right now. Harm removing her clothing, touching her skin with fingers and lips. His voice brought her out of her memories.
"Are we okay, doing this ...?" Harm asked gently. When Mac realized just what he was doing - removing her clothing, touching her skin with fingers and lips - she nodded, barely managing to reassure him that the baby was okay.
"... s'fine ..." she mumbled, lost in the sensations he was creating in her. It had only been a week since they had last made love, but it could have been a lifetime for the hunger in their touch now.
From the depths of their loving Harm managed to recall exactly where they were and remembered in time to catch Mac's cries of passion with his kisses, at the same time muffling his own reactions to what they were doing to each other.
To anyone passing the captain's day room the odd noise sounded like a low-voiced conversation. If they only knew...
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To be continued
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. 'Sue Thomas, F.B.Eye' belongs to PAX TV - and I hope all parties will allow me to have fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you.
Rating : G to PG-13
Thanks go to cbw; jtbwriter; beegirl, katydid13, ninjaturtle, capriceann, starryeyes10, kirsten, soonerfan, another tracy, tomcat-all, lori4, carol, eliv.thade, alicia5, fragmentpieces and kesh for their reviews. As before, any reviewers I miss between posts will be added to the list for the next chapter!
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USS SEA HAWK
SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN
Mattie's jaw practically dropped at the news, and Harm grinned at her as she turned round in her seat to look at him. Acknowledging the request, Harm responded.
"Aye, sir. When does Captain Johnson suggest I take Ensign Grace out?"
"Anytime in the next ten hours. You are scheduled for the next sortie after Scuba and Frisbee go out. I understand you have shore leave cleared for Thursday. You'll have chance for at least two sorties before then."
"Aye, sir."
"Jorgensen?"
"Sir?"
"You will stand-down for the time being. Your next briefing is one hour before take-off."
"Aye, sir."
"Good. Dismissed." As the CAG stepped down from the small dais at the front of the room, he walked up to Harm and Mac, who stood with Mattie and Jorgensen.
"I trust you'll teach Miss Grace what you know about Tomcats as per the official book, and not the Harmon Rabb Junior version. We have enough stories about the Rabb legend without starting another."
"Aye, sir." Harm nodded, and Mattie stood silent, aware that Harm's past exploits, while fodder for scuttlebutt and inspiration of awe, were factual, and in some cases were solid evidence on which newer and safer training methods were based. The CAG had turned to face her now, and Mattie managed to drag her attention back to the senior officer.
"Miss Grace, you are indeed a unique young lady. There are not many teenagers who get to be on board a carrier in active service; then again, there are not many teenagers who have a role model who is a living legend, and as for Captain Rabb..." It took Mattie a second to get the humor in the CAG's words, and she grinned widely when she understood the levity. Harm looked suitably affronted, and Mac smiled at both Harm and Mattie, acknowledging the off-hand compliment to herself that she was an excellent role-model for Mattie also.
"I'm honored, sir, to be invited on board the Sea Hawk, and lucky to have both the Captain and the Colonel in my life, and guiding my ambitions." Mattie's words were polite and precise, and Harm was again taken aback by her maturity.
"I hope you enjoy your stay on board the Sea Hawk, and your flight," The CAG added as he made to leave the briefing room.
"Thank you, sir." Mattie acknowledged the CAG's comments, and then turned to grin at Harm, who grinned back.
"I think we ought to be getting down to Captain Johnson's cabin. Sturgis will probably already be there," Mac spoke, smiling at Harm and Mattie. They both turned to look at her and nodded as she preceded them through the hatch.
CAPTAIN JOHNSON'S DAY ROOM
USS SEA HAWK
"So, Ensign Grace," Captain Johnson smiled at Mattie across the table in his quarters, "how are you enjoying your stay on the carrier so far?"
"It's amazing!" Mattie replied enthusiastically, and then remembered to add the appropriate address. "Sir." Smiles went around the table at her response, and Harm's gaze lingered a little longer on Mac before he caught Sturgis' knowing look, and dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement. If Captain Johnson caught the looks passing between the senior officers at his table he made no comment, however the comment he did make caught everyone's attention, for various reasons.
"Captain Rabb, if you have no objection, I would like Ensign Grace to accompany me to the bridge; I'm sure Mattie will enjoy seeing the heart of this old girl," Captain Johnson quirked an eyebrow at Mattie, who returned his look with a wide smile. The Captain continued, "Commander Turner, I would like you and Commander Glennan to go through the JAG business that has occurred in his absence and bring him up to speed." Sturgis nodded, knowing that he and Glennan had already covered the matter, but aware that Captain Johnson had something in mind for Harm and Mac, and he wasn't about to spoil those plans. Mattie turned to look at Harm, her mouth open to ask him about going to the bridge, but he cut in, smiling at her.
"Enjoy yourself, Mattie. Remember, do..."
"...as I'm told. I know. Thanks, Harm."
"Captain Rabb and Colonel Mackenzie will join us on the bridge in a while, as will you, Commander Turner, and Commander Glennan."
Harm and Mac traded a quick, questioning glance, and then turned as Johnson addressed them, almost an off-hand remark as he got to his feet and made his way to the hatch, Mattie following obediently.
"Feel free to use my cabin, Captain, to discuss the Colonel's plans, about the court martial. You won't be disturbed. I'll expect you on the bridge in, say, two hours." It was a rhetorical question. Both Harm and Mac knew they would be present on the bridge before the two hours were up. They rose to their feet to salute, but Johnson waved them down, and Mac would have sworn the man had a smile on his face.
"Later Captain, Colonel. Ensign Grace, with me. Commander Turner, I will see you on the bridge at the same time as these two."
"Aye, sir." Sturgis acknowledged, gave Mac and Harm a quick look, and a sly wink, and followed both Johnson and Mattie out of the day room, closing the hatch behind him.
Harm and Mac sat in stunned silence. They had all but been given permission to fraternize by the captain of the ship! Granted, he hadn't put it in those words, but his acceptance of their being alone together spoke volumes. If they had met alone in either Harm or Mac's appointed cabin there would have been speculation from crew members, but by virtue of their being in the private quarters of the ship's captain, it was a given understanding that no word of their unchaperoned presence there would reach official ears.
Mac was the first to recover, and she turned in her chair to look at Harm. Her brown eyes sparkled, and she leaned in to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hi, sailor."
Mac's husky voice, and the soft kiss, were enough to rouse Harm from his disbelief at what was happening. He brought Mac to her feet and into his arms. Still he hadn't spoken, and Mac was beginning to worry, until he brought his hands up to cup her face and she looked into his eyes. The darkened irises spoke the words his mouth couldn't. Mac was drawn in, and as the space between them closed down to mere millimeters, her eyelids fluttered close and Harm lowered his mouth.
As a kiss, it was just that - mouths meeting, mating, moving... but it was also a bonding, an unspoken knowledge that no matter when or where they came together, each time strengthened the conviction that they were one entity - together and apart.
The need for air finally made them part, and with their foreheads touching, they both stood silent for a moment or two, until Harm lifted his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Mac.
"Hi, marine," he said, eventually, a soft loving smile on his lips and in his eyes.
Mac grinned up at him. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to talk."
Harm laughed, raising his head and looking around the cabin. His gaze returned to Mac as he shook his head.
"I guess I'm still in shock over Captain Johnson leaving us alone in here."
"Well, he did say we had some work to do. I have to tell you about the court martial, and you have to tell me..."
"...how much I love you." Harm finished.
"That too," Mac nodded in agreement, and then she gave him an uncertain look.
"Mac? What is it? Are you ill?"
"Ill? No. Why ...what makes you say that, Harm?"
"Well, you've been rubbing your stomach since you came on board. I wondered if you were feeling ill. You've been traveling a while, and with jet-lag and all..."
Mac raised her hand and put it over Harm's mouth.
"I'm fine, sailor. Honest. I do have something to tell you, though, and to show you." Mac stepped away from Harm and walked to the hatch.
"What are you doing?"
"Just checking the hatch is locked. If what I tell you gives us occasion to need extra privacy, we're not likely to be disturbed at an ...unexpected moment, and if it makes you want to run, it will give me a chance to stop you."
"Why would I want to run ...Mac, what's going on?" Harm looked puzzled, trying to damp down the feeling that something was wrong.
"Remember a promise you made me, flyboy?"
"I recall I've made you quite a few promises lately, Mac. Of the promises I've made in the past I've kept them all ..."
Mac tipped her head to one side, waiting for the moment she knew he would realize exactly which promise she was talking about.
"...except one."
Mac held up the short white stick in front of her, at eye level, so Harm couldn't miss it.
"Hello, Daddy," she murmured, glowing with love, her eyes alight with amusement at his look of utter amazement.
"Harm? Say something? I'm beginning to feel ...Harm? What're you doing?" Mac watched as Harm dropped to his knees, his hands holding her hips, pressing his forehead against her stomach.
Instinctively Mac held his head against her, tears slipping down her cheeks and onto his hair. When Harm raised his head there were tears in his eyes and on his cheeks too. The smile on his face matched hers, part wonderment, part pride, and all love.
"Our baby ..." he murmured, and Mac nodded, watching in silence as he got to his feet again and pulled her against him, resting his head against the top of hers. Mac felt more sobs as his chest moved beneath her cheek, and then the moment when he drew himself together enough to talk again. "I love you, Sarah. Thank you for this gift."
Mac looked up at Harm, and whatever words she had been about to say were lost in the look in his eyes. Their mouths met in the gentlest of kisses, and then the tempo rose and the kisses grew longer, harder, needier.
When Harm broke the chain of kisses shortly after, Mac groaned in protest, and then looked around her, surprised to find herself on the couch in the cabin, laying on top of Harm. Surprised, as she had no recollection of how she got there. If she had been put on the witness stand at that very moment she would have found it impossible to say just how her relocation came about.
"How did we ...?" Harm started to ask, and Mac grinned.
"Human biology 101, Rabb. Remember, the egg, the squiggly tadpole ..."
Harm swatted her backside and laughed. "I know that bit, marine. I just meant, I thought we were protected."
"So did I, but I took those antibiotics a few months ago, and they screwed up the pill."
"I used protection too," Harm added, and Mac shook her head.
"Not all the time, sailor. We get a little carried away sometimes, especially when you get inventive ..." Mac shivered, remembering some of those times and still feeling the sensations as if they were happening right now. Harm removing her clothing, touching her skin with fingers and lips. His voice brought her out of her memories.
"Are we okay, doing this ...?" Harm asked gently. When Mac realized just what he was doing - removing her clothing, touching her skin with fingers and lips - she nodded, barely managing to reassure him that the baby was okay.
"... s'fine ..." she mumbled, lost in the sensations he was creating in her. It had only been a week since they had last made love, but it could have been a lifetime for the hunger in their touch now.
From the depths of their loving Harm managed to recall exactly where they were and remembered in time to catch Mac's cries of passion with his kisses, at the same time muffling his own reactions to what they were doing to each other.
To anyone passing the captain's day room the odd noise sounded like a low-voiced conversation. If they only knew...
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To be continued