I'll See You in My Dreams: They Can't Take That Away From Me 2/?
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own JAG nor "A Guy Named Joe."
AN: Thank you to all that reviewed! This part should make it less confusing as things get explained.
For those who want to know more about the movie, "A Guy Named Joe" go to www.imdb.com and do a search. The website has plot summary plus a trailer which helps explain a lot. The song "They Can't Take That Away From Me" is shortened. Thanks to Lauri for betaing!
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"They Can't Take That Away From Me" by George and Ira Gershwin
Sung by Fred Astaire in "Shall We Dance" and "Barkleys of Broadway"
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no, they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no, they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on the bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you've changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
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Next Morning
February 10, 1991
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"He's gone, isn't he?" Sarah Mackenzie asked the man sitting next to her hospital bed.
"Yes, Mac, he is. His plane went down last night. There was no chance of survival," Lt. Mike Connelly answered.
"Peter's in no more pain." She looked at the man next to her finally. His eyes were red, and he looked like he had no sleep. "You need to get some rest."
"I will when you get out of here. The doctors can't seem to find any reason why you went unconscious. They've wanted to keep you under watch to make sure that there was no head injury that hasn't shown up on the x-rays yet."
"No, get some rest, and then come back later. You have to work tonight, remember?"
"Are you going to be all right alone?"
"Yes I will. I just want some alone time right now."
"Just call me if you need anything." He squeezed her hand before he left.
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An Hour later
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Trish Burnett was trying hard not to let her worry over her son get to her. She wanted to believe he was going to be all right. Having received a phone call last night to inform her of her son's crash, she was told that he would be sent as soon as he was stable to a hospital in the states. The doctors could only do so much on the ship, and what he needed would be best provided here.
She had rushed to find a plane, and then went straight to the hospital and beat the medivac. The inactiveness was allowing her brain to think of only the worst, but she had to stay strong. She walked the halls looking for some kind of soda machine or some coffee.
The corridor seemed eerily quiet, but as she passed one door, she heard what couldn't be mistaken for anything else but a sob. Her motherly heart could not ignore the cries from behind the door.
She quietly knocked before slowly opening the door. Not wanting to scare the person on the other side.
"Are you all right?" Trish asked.
The woman before her sat up straighter and finally looked up at her. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, ma'am."
"No, I was just walking by and heard you crying. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you in pain? The nurses should be able to give you something."
"It's not that kind of pain." The woman looked down afraid to tell a stranger why she was crying.
Trish watched her laying there. "Sometimes the pain lessons if you talk about it with someone. We could just sit here and exchange sob stories."
The woman gave her a slight smile. "Why does a perfect stranger want to hear my story?"
"Right now I really don't want to think about mine, and I see a woman who is hurting badly and she is all alone. I'm Trish."
"Mac." At Trish's look, Mac went on to explain. "That's the nickname they gave me at boot camp."
"You're in the Army?"
"Never! I'm a marine."
"You sound like my son when you say that, but he is a Navy pilot." When the little life that had been brought to Mac's eyes went out again, Trish changed courses. "Now tell me about the young man that gave you that beautiful ring."
"Peter Davis, a Navy pilot like your son. I met him on my first duty assignment when he was on leave. His ship had just docked, and we literally ran into each other. He said he couldn't just run into a girl like that, and not take her out for some coffee. I was a little weary at first with him being a complete stranger, but I went. We eventually became best friends. The I love yous wouldn't come until later. A month ago his ship was once again leaving, and just before he went to get on he proposed. That was the last time I saw him. He died last night after a bombing of Iraq. His plane crashed into the ground, and there was nothing to do to save him."
Trish looked down at the woman who's tears had come back silently this time. Trish knew she was one lucky woman to have her son alive still. He had at least a chance of living. The woman before her had lost the man she was in love with.
"Now tell me about your son," Mac said, wanting to change the subject.
"My son is probably the stereotypical Navy pilot including the flyboy smile. His father and him are spitting images of each other. He has never wanted to be anything else but a pilot. He takes after both his grandfather and father in that attitude. I just hope that he won't end up like them, dying before their time defending his country. He and Luke and Keeter loved to come up to the house when they were on leave from the Academy and later flight school. What a group they made. Here they spend all their time out in the middle of the ocean now, but still spend all their time in the water when they visit."
"I think they never feel right until they are near water. They feel out of their element without it. Peter was always like that. He needed the water to almost survive. I would tease him about it all the time, but he would just give me a look like 'you love my addiction to water and you know it.' He was right like always, I loved his addiction and everything about him."
They talked for a little while longer, but before Trish went to find out about her son, she left Mac with one last piece of advice. "Don't live your life in remembrance of the man you love, but move on and maybe one day you'll find another man you can give your love too. I did so can you."
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Sarah Mackenzie's Apartment
2 days later
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Her whole body felt numb as she entered her apartment. Today had been Peter's memorial service. There had been no body to recover and bury, so it was just a special service in his memory.
His friends had come to pay their last respects, and what was left of his family showed up. The pain had left her body, but it was not replaced with anything. Walking to her bed, she noticed the papers on her desk. It was her divorce papers from Chris.
She had been afraid what would happen if she turned in those papers, and he got notice of the divorce. Peter had been her strength to go through it. He would have made sure she was safe, but he was no longer there.
There was no more use in those papers. She would never love again. She couldn't, because there was no more room in her heart to love someone again. She would never have to face Chris if she didn't get those papers filed for divorce. No one needed to know that she was still married to that man. It was her past, and that was nobody's business unless she wanted them to know.
Before she knew it the papers in her hands were ripped apart into pieces. Nothing was left of them by the time she was through. Throwing the pieces in her garbage, she tied it up and took it outside for the dumpster. Hoping against hope that out of her sight meant out of her mind.
Getting back to her room, she collapsed on the bed and cried. All her dreams, she thought, would never come true of a home and family. It was not her destiny to have those dreams come true.
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Heaven
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Meanwhile up in Heaven, Lt.(j.g.) Peter Davis stood at attention in front of an Admiral.
"Reporting as ordered, Sir," said Peter.
"At ease, there's no need to stand at attention up here. We have a special assignment for you, Peter. By special request, you are being sent back to Earth as a guardian angel type to a Harmon David Rabb, Jr. He's a Navy pilot, or used to be one, but he was in a serious ramp strike. He's alive, but he's going to be through alot, and his father wants someone to watch over him."
"Yes, sir."
"That will be all, dismissed. My assistant will take you back down to where Lt.(j.g.) Rabb is being hospitalized."
With his orders firmly in place, Peter Davis headed back to Earth.
TBC...
AN2: Want a great picture of what I consider Peter Davis looked like if he lived to be 40? Here's a picture at http://www.angelfire.com/nj/homewenn/images/scott1.jpg. Next chapter will be about Harm and his recovery at his Grandma Sarah's farm.
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own JAG nor "A Guy Named Joe."
AN: Thank you to all that reviewed! This part should make it less confusing as things get explained.
For those who want to know more about the movie, "A Guy Named Joe" go to www.imdb.com and do a search. The website has plot summary plus a trailer which helps explain a lot. The song "They Can't Take That Away From Me" is shortened. Thanks to Lauri for betaing!
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"They Can't Take That Away From Me" by George and Ira Gershwin
Sung by Fred Astaire in "Shall We Dance" and "Barkleys of Broadway"
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no, they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no, they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on the bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you've changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
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Next Morning
February 10, 1991
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"He's gone, isn't he?" Sarah Mackenzie asked the man sitting next to her hospital bed.
"Yes, Mac, he is. His plane went down last night. There was no chance of survival," Lt. Mike Connelly answered.
"Peter's in no more pain." She looked at the man next to her finally. His eyes were red, and he looked like he had no sleep. "You need to get some rest."
"I will when you get out of here. The doctors can't seem to find any reason why you went unconscious. They've wanted to keep you under watch to make sure that there was no head injury that hasn't shown up on the x-rays yet."
"No, get some rest, and then come back later. You have to work tonight, remember?"
"Are you going to be all right alone?"
"Yes I will. I just want some alone time right now."
"Just call me if you need anything." He squeezed her hand before he left.
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An Hour later
~~~~~~~~~~
Trish Burnett was trying hard not to let her worry over her son get to her. She wanted to believe he was going to be all right. Having received a phone call last night to inform her of her son's crash, she was told that he would be sent as soon as he was stable to a hospital in the states. The doctors could only do so much on the ship, and what he needed would be best provided here.
She had rushed to find a plane, and then went straight to the hospital and beat the medivac. The inactiveness was allowing her brain to think of only the worst, but she had to stay strong. She walked the halls looking for some kind of soda machine or some coffee.
The corridor seemed eerily quiet, but as she passed one door, she heard what couldn't be mistaken for anything else but a sob. Her motherly heart could not ignore the cries from behind the door.
She quietly knocked before slowly opening the door. Not wanting to scare the person on the other side.
"Are you all right?" Trish asked.
The woman before her sat up straighter and finally looked up at her. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, ma'am."
"No, I was just walking by and heard you crying. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you in pain? The nurses should be able to give you something."
"It's not that kind of pain." The woman looked down afraid to tell a stranger why she was crying.
Trish watched her laying there. "Sometimes the pain lessons if you talk about it with someone. We could just sit here and exchange sob stories."
The woman gave her a slight smile. "Why does a perfect stranger want to hear my story?"
"Right now I really don't want to think about mine, and I see a woman who is hurting badly and she is all alone. I'm Trish."
"Mac." At Trish's look, Mac went on to explain. "That's the nickname they gave me at boot camp."
"You're in the Army?"
"Never! I'm a marine."
"You sound like my son when you say that, but he is a Navy pilot." When the little life that had been brought to Mac's eyes went out again, Trish changed courses. "Now tell me about the young man that gave you that beautiful ring."
"Peter Davis, a Navy pilot like your son. I met him on my first duty assignment when he was on leave. His ship had just docked, and we literally ran into each other. He said he couldn't just run into a girl like that, and not take her out for some coffee. I was a little weary at first with him being a complete stranger, but I went. We eventually became best friends. The I love yous wouldn't come until later. A month ago his ship was once again leaving, and just before he went to get on he proposed. That was the last time I saw him. He died last night after a bombing of Iraq. His plane crashed into the ground, and there was nothing to do to save him."
Trish looked down at the woman who's tears had come back silently this time. Trish knew she was one lucky woman to have her son alive still. He had at least a chance of living. The woman before her had lost the man she was in love with.
"Now tell me about your son," Mac said, wanting to change the subject.
"My son is probably the stereotypical Navy pilot including the flyboy smile. His father and him are spitting images of each other. He has never wanted to be anything else but a pilot. He takes after both his grandfather and father in that attitude. I just hope that he won't end up like them, dying before their time defending his country. He and Luke and Keeter loved to come up to the house when they were on leave from the Academy and later flight school. What a group they made. Here they spend all their time out in the middle of the ocean now, but still spend all their time in the water when they visit."
"I think they never feel right until they are near water. They feel out of their element without it. Peter was always like that. He needed the water to almost survive. I would tease him about it all the time, but he would just give me a look like 'you love my addiction to water and you know it.' He was right like always, I loved his addiction and everything about him."
They talked for a little while longer, but before Trish went to find out about her son, she left Mac with one last piece of advice. "Don't live your life in remembrance of the man you love, but move on and maybe one day you'll find another man you can give your love too. I did so can you."
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Sarah Mackenzie's Apartment
2 days later
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her whole body felt numb as she entered her apartment. Today had been Peter's memorial service. There had been no body to recover and bury, so it was just a special service in his memory.
His friends had come to pay their last respects, and what was left of his family showed up. The pain had left her body, but it was not replaced with anything. Walking to her bed, she noticed the papers on her desk. It was her divorce papers from Chris.
She had been afraid what would happen if she turned in those papers, and he got notice of the divorce. Peter had been her strength to go through it. He would have made sure she was safe, but he was no longer there.
There was no more use in those papers. She would never love again. She couldn't, because there was no more room in her heart to love someone again. She would never have to face Chris if she didn't get those papers filed for divorce. No one needed to know that she was still married to that man. It was her past, and that was nobody's business unless she wanted them to know.
Before she knew it the papers in her hands were ripped apart into pieces. Nothing was left of them by the time she was through. Throwing the pieces in her garbage, she tied it up and took it outside for the dumpster. Hoping against hope that out of her sight meant out of her mind.
Getting back to her room, she collapsed on the bed and cried. All her dreams, she thought, would never come true of a home and family. It was not her destiny to have those dreams come true.
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Heaven
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Meanwhile up in Heaven, Lt.(j.g.) Peter Davis stood at attention in front of an Admiral.
"Reporting as ordered, Sir," said Peter.
"At ease, there's no need to stand at attention up here. We have a special assignment for you, Peter. By special request, you are being sent back to Earth as a guardian angel type to a Harmon David Rabb, Jr. He's a Navy pilot, or used to be one, but he was in a serious ramp strike. He's alive, but he's going to be through alot, and his father wants someone to watch over him."
"Yes, sir."
"That will be all, dismissed. My assistant will take you back down to where Lt.(j.g.) Rabb is being hospitalized."
With his orders firmly in place, Peter Davis headed back to Earth.
TBC...
AN2: Want a great picture of what I consider Peter Davis looked like if he lived to be 40? Here's a picture at http://www.angelfire.com/nj/homewenn/images/scott1.jpg. Next chapter will be about Harm and his recovery at his Grandma Sarah's farm.