"I'll See You in My Dreams: Love, Look Away" part 7
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't sue me unless you want my wrecked car that will cost $2,000 to fix.
Spoilers: Full Engagement, one of my favorites.
AN: Harm and Mac interaction! Also if you have any missing scenes from episodes or favorite scenes with the characters thoughts you would like to see in this story please tell me, and I'll see if I can fit them in. If you want to listen to the instrumental of the song below go to http://dreamwater.org/jhall/music/lovelookaway.mid.
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"Love, Look Away" by Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein II
Sung by Reiko Sato in "Flower Drum Song," the only all Asian musical.
I have wished before I shall wish no more Love, look away Love, look away from me Fly when you pass my door Fly and get lost at sea Call it a day Love, let us say we're through No good are you for me No good am I for you
I have wished before I shall wish no more Love, look away Love, look away from me Fly when you pass my door Fly and get lost at sea Call it a day Love, let us say we're through No good are you for me No good am I for you BRIDGE Wanting you so I try too much After you go I cry too much Love, look away Lonely though I may be Leave me and set me free Look away, look away, look away from me Look away, look away, look away from me
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JAG HQ - Mac's Office
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Harm stood silently watching his partner sitting at her desk. He liked watching her when she didn't know anyone was watching. It was at these times Harm could see more clearly how she was feeling, and today was no exception to the rule. Looking closely he could see dark circles forming under her eyes, and from the way she rubbed her forehead he guessed a headache was coming on.
It wasn't until Mac leaned back in her chair and stretched, she realized she wasn't alone. "Hey Harm, can I help you with something? Just don't tell me the Admiral has another case for us to work on."
"Actually I came to give you an invite to play hooky tomorrow with me. Neither one of us has any meetings tomorrow, and after all the hard work we've done lately I say we deserve it."
"Isn't the Admiral going to get suspicious if we both call in sick?"
Harm's face lights up with a big flyboy grin as he gets an idea. "Not if one of us asks tonight if they could take a personal day tomorrow. Then I call in tomorrow sick that way it doesn't look like we are doing it together."
"I see, you're afraid to face the Admiral yourself, and you need the Marines to come to the rescue."
"No, the Admiral would know something is up if I ask for a personal day. He trusts you," Harm protested.
"I wonder why that is, hmm, could it be from your shooting bullets in a ceiling, or..."
"Mac! Do you want to go or not?"
Mac finally let her smile break through. She loved teasing this ex-pilot/lawyer. "Yes, when, where?"
Harm knew she should have kept watch for that little sparkle in her eye. It was a total giveaway for when she was playing with him. He gave her the details, and finished with, "Now go use those superior Marine lawyer skills of yours to convince the Admiral for the day off."
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Next day
Appalachian Mountains
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She could feel prickles of tears waiting to explode in her eyes and down her cheeks, but she wouldn't let them fall. Tears were sign of weakness, and she would not allow the man in front of her to see her that way. He was slowly becoming her best friend, but she never wanted him to see the other half of her. A woman who only knew pain and sorrow in her life after Peter's death until she came to JAG HQ. Tears were for nights alone lying wide awake remembering.
He was kneeling down in front of her, staring at her like he could see right through her. There was pain in those eyes, but not from physical pain. It was from the pain of knowing someone you cared about was in worse pain. If she looked beyond that pain, she could see other feelings shadowing his eyes. One, some kind of guilt, and the second, she could not put a name to it. Giving name would force her to realize something that she was not ready to accept from him or any other man.
She knew words were being passed between them, and soon she found herself being lifted up again. It was time to find safety so they could rest, and start again fresh tomorrow. That night she told Harm more then she had told anyone else about her past, except for Peter. She didn't know why she did, but sitting there smoking a cigar with him allowed her past to come forth.
There was so much more to tell, but she kept it to herself. Maybe one day she could tell her whole story without the fear of what his reaction would be.
'One day,' she thought as sleep overcame her.
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Next Morning
Same Place
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'I can testify to the harshness of a Marine boot camp, but now as I walk alongside Harmon Rabb, Jr. I realize that was nothing compared to the here and now. He allows me moments to break, but the man is driving me along the path back to his precious airplane.
I know, I know how important it is we get their fast, but come on a woman in pain here. I can just feel that blood trickling down my leg. Oh look, a stream up ahead between those trees. You know, what a restful place that looks right now. Just drop me off there, Harm, so I can take a little nap.
AUGH! That man had to be sweet, and promised me that he would get me out of here. I fell for it. How can I blame him for all of this if he does that? Logically, he's not all to blame. Harm's not listening to me once again as I try to stay back and let him go.
There's the Harm I know, with his digging at me to get me to keep following. I'm coming, and you'll be paying for that comment mister when I'm well enough to kick you. Somehow we make it to the airplane, and we are flying.
Did I just ask him about his Sarah? Blame this all on the injury people. I feel the airplane bump as it hits the ground. Now I can feel myself being lowered, and put on a stretcher. Its sleepy bed time now.
Good night, all.' With that last thought, Sarah Mackenzie fell unconscious.
TBC... (next part, the scenes after Full Engagement)
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't sue me unless you want my wrecked car that will cost $2,000 to fix.
Spoilers: Full Engagement, one of my favorites.
AN: Harm and Mac interaction! Also if you have any missing scenes from episodes or favorite scenes with the characters thoughts you would like to see in this story please tell me, and I'll see if I can fit them in. If you want to listen to the instrumental of the song below go to http://dreamwater.org/jhall/music/lovelookaway.mid.
*************************************************************************************
"Love, Look Away" by Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein II
Sung by Reiko Sato in "Flower Drum Song," the only all Asian musical.
I have wished before I shall wish no more Love, look away Love, look away from me Fly when you pass my door Fly and get lost at sea Call it a day Love, let us say we're through No good are you for me No good am I for you
I have wished before I shall wish no more Love, look away Love, look away from me Fly when you pass my door Fly and get lost at sea Call it a day Love, let us say we're through No good are you for me No good am I for you BRIDGE Wanting you so I try too much After you go I cry too much Love, look away Lonely though I may be Leave me and set me free Look away, look away, look away from me Look away, look away, look away from me
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JAG HQ - Mac's Office
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Harm stood silently watching his partner sitting at her desk. He liked watching her when she didn't know anyone was watching. It was at these times Harm could see more clearly how she was feeling, and today was no exception to the rule. Looking closely he could see dark circles forming under her eyes, and from the way she rubbed her forehead he guessed a headache was coming on.
It wasn't until Mac leaned back in her chair and stretched, she realized she wasn't alone. "Hey Harm, can I help you with something? Just don't tell me the Admiral has another case for us to work on."
"Actually I came to give you an invite to play hooky tomorrow with me. Neither one of us has any meetings tomorrow, and after all the hard work we've done lately I say we deserve it."
"Isn't the Admiral going to get suspicious if we both call in sick?"
Harm's face lights up with a big flyboy grin as he gets an idea. "Not if one of us asks tonight if they could take a personal day tomorrow. Then I call in tomorrow sick that way it doesn't look like we are doing it together."
"I see, you're afraid to face the Admiral yourself, and you need the Marines to come to the rescue."
"No, the Admiral would know something is up if I ask for a personal day. He trusts you," Harm protested.
"I wonder why that is, hmm, could it be from your shooting bullets in a ceiling, or..."
"Mac! Do you want to go or not?"
Mac finally let her smile break through. She loved teasing this ex-pilot/lawyer. "Yes, when, where?"
Harm knew she should have kept watch for that little sparkle in her eye. It was a total giveaway for when she was playing with him. He gave her the details, and finished with, "Now go use those superior Marine lawyer skills of yours to convince the Admiral for the day off."
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Next day
Appalachian Mountains
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She could feel prickles of tears waiting to explode in her eyes and down her cheeks, but she wouldn't let them fall. Tears were sign of weakness, and she would not allow the man in front of her to see her that way. He was slowly becoming her best friend, but she never wanted him to see the other half of her. A woman who only knew pain and sorrow in her life after Peter's death until she came to JAG HQ. Tears were for nights alone lying wide awake remembering.
He was kneeling down in front of her, staring at her like he could see right through her. There was pain in those eyes, but not from physical pain. It was from the pain of knowing someone you cared about was in worse pain. If she looked beyond that pain, she could see other feelings shadowing his eyes. One, some kind of guilt, and the second, she could not put a name to it. Giving name would force her to realize something that she was not ready to accept from him or any other man.
She knew words were being passed between them, and soon she found herself being lifted up again. It was time to find safety so they could rest, and start again fresh tomorrow. That night she told Harm more then she had told anyone else about her past, except for Peter. She didn't know why she did, but sitting there smoking a cigar with him allowed her past to come forth.
There was so much more to tell, but she kept it to herself. Maybe one day she could tell her whole story without the fear of what his reaction would be.
'One day,' she thought as sleep overcame her.
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Next Morning
Same Place
~~~~~~~~~~
'I can testify to the harshness of a Marine boot camp, but now as I walk alongside Harmon Rabb, Jr. I realize that was nothing compared to the here and now. He allows me moments to break, but the man is driving me along the path back to his precious airplane.
I know, I know how important it is we get their fast, but come on a woman in pain here. I can just feel that blood trickling down my leg. Oh look, a stream up ahead between those trees. You know, what a restful place that looks right now. Just drop me off there, Harm, so I can take a little nap.
AUGH! That man had to be sweet, and promised me that he would get me out of here. I fell for it. How can I blame him for all of this if he does that? Logically, he's not all to blame. Harm's not listening to me once again as I try to stay back and let him go.
There's the Harm I know, with his digging at me to get me to keep following. I'm coming, and you'll be paying for that comment mister when I'm well enough to kick you. Somehow we make it to the airplane, and we are flying.
Did I just ask him about his Sarah? Blame this all on the injury people. I feel the airplane bump as it hits the ground. Now I can feel myself being lowered, and put on a stretcher. Its sleepy bed time now.
Good night, all.' With that last thought, Sarah Mackenzie fell unconscious.
TBC... (next part, the scenes after Full Engagement)