"I'll See You in My Dreams: I Couldn't Sleep A Wink Last Night"
By Rita Widmer
Spoilers: The Good of the Service, Mr. Rabb Goes to Washington, and People vs. Mac.
Disclaimer: Anyone want to buy me the present of JAG? Otherwise I don't own it.
AN: This features a much more in character John Farrow then the one we saw last Friday in the 200th episode, but a different look into his and Mac's past. Thank you again for the reviews! I also want to warn you I leave for England on Friday so I won't be able to post once again until about 3 weeks from now, but I would love to come back to inbox full of reviews. ENJOY!
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"I Couldn't Sleep a Wink Last Night" by Jimmy McHugh and Harold Adamson
Sung by Frank Sinatra in "Higher and Higher."
I couldn't sleep a wink last night Because we had that silly fight I thought my heart would break the whole night through I knew that you'd be sorry, and I'm sorry, too I didn't have my favorite dream The one in which I hold you tight I had to call you up this morning To see if everything was still all right Yes, I had to call you up this morning 'cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night I couldn't sleep a wink last night Because we had that silly fight I thought my heart would break the whole night through I knew that you'd be sorry, and I'm sorry, too I didn't have my favorite dream The one in which I hold you tight I had to call you up this morning To see if everything was still all right Yes, I had to call you up this morning 'cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night
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Aboard Ship
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Sarah Mackenzie watched the sun go down over the horizon. The ocean shining with little crystals from the sun. She couldn't deny it was one of the most beautiful sights she ever seen.
Tonight, she hated being on the ship. The sunset couldn't take away the feelings inside of her. Harm didn't have any faith in her ability to keep personal feelings out of a case, and then the feelings of being near a man who was part of her past. A part of her past she was not proud of and would someday come back and bite her.
Shaking his hand after all these years had sent shivers down her back. Those moments of their one night together in Okinawa had flashed before her eyes. It had come after a night of horror and near death.
The opening of the door to Vulture's Row startled her out of her thoughts. She almost expected Harm there to tell her that they would be taking off in the morning on the COD, but it wasn't. It was the one man she was afraid to face. John Farrow!
"Hello, sir." Mac tried to soothe her voice so that it sounded professional, but she was a lawyer not an actress.
"Mac, we are alone. Please call me John."
"I need to keep this strict by the rules. When Harm and I go back there will be charges brought up against you."
"Then let me be personal. This was the last way I expected to be seeing you, Mac. You've haunted my dreams for years, but we both know we can't gain that time back again. I won't ever regret that one night we spent together."
Mac looked down at her feet. "What we did was wrong, but we both needed it. To confirm life after coming so close to death. I think I need to thank you. During my time under your command, you showed me that I could live once again. When I lost someone so close to me, I felt that every day was just another day until I would see him again. Your faith and friendship in me gave me a will to live for every day, and enjoy the time that we have here on earth. Thank you, Colonel."
"You'll find you can love again too, Mac. Just give it time. We weren't meant to be anything more than friends."
"Good friends. Thank you." With that Farrow walked away not for the last time, but the future was still an open book.
When she came to JAG, she had expected nothing but a job. A living of sorts for the military. Once again though she found what she had under Farrow, a place where she had friends that cared about her and had faith in her.
Until now. She didn't know what she had done to lose Harm's faith, but she had done it. He had gone behind her back in investigating the case. Leaving her out of almost everything.
Buried in her thoughts, she didn't hear the door once again whisk open. "Mac," said above the noise of the water below.
"Hey, Harm. Didn't hear you come out." She could feel the strain of a smile on her face.
"What were you and Farrow talking about?"
"Right to the point. Trying to find out if we were doing something to compromise our case? I can hardly believe you let me be alone all this time when I could happen to go see Farrow."
"Something's going on between you too, and I don't want you to foul up our case."
"Oh thank you for the confidence. You want to know what's between me and Farrow? I'll tell you."
"Maaaaaaaaaaac, you're right I should have more faith in you."
"No, I think you need to hear it. It was a beautiful clear evening, and Farrow had invited me to celebrate my getting nominated into law school. It was like a dream coming true for me, and I had hardly been able to keep sitting down.
We were sitting in a restaurant that caters to the military personnel in Okinawa. We were both just sitting talking about the future, and what it holds for us. When...when there was an explosion from the kitchen. We had been seated near the kitchen. I remember laying at least 10 feet from where I had once sat.
There were bodies laying all around me. Some alive and some dead. I could feel blood flowing down my body as I got up. I went over to where I had once been laying throwing debris away. His body was covered with pieces of wood, metal, you name it.
I had to uncover him. His blood was spurting out of a hole in his stomach. He was dying. Ignoring the pain in every inch of my body, I freed him from the weight. I still don't know to this day how, but I picked him up and carried him out.
He would have died in there, Harm, if I hadn't found that strength to pull and carry him out. Its a night that still haunts my dreams. End of story. Now you know what is between Farrow and I."
She stormed off back into the ship. Not letting Harm react to her words or her story. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. He wanted to know their history, and she told him. It wasn't the whole story, but she told what was important.
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Day After Trial
Harm's Office
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Harm sat down in his chair with a little smile on his face. The tension of the investigation and court had caused a rift between him and Mac, and honestly he hated it. It was like having a piece of you cut out.
This morning, he got the courage he needed to call her, and he invited her to go jogging with him. She had readily agreed as long as he didn't get hit by any cars and plan on visiting a hospital full of terrorists.
That was one promise, he planned to keep. His nights lately had him at his desk working to prove his case, because he knew that if he went to sleep the dreams would not be his favorite one. The one where he got to hold her once again like they did while running from the poachers. He enjoyed that feeling!
His dreams were of losing Mac. She was slowly walking away from him, because of his hostility towards Farrow and his mistrust in her. After the first night of that he kept from sleeping until his body forced him into a deep slumber.
Now, she had smiled upon him when she walked by his office. On his desk sat a little present for her. Nothing much, but a token of his appreciation. Seeing her come back from a meeting, he went to her office hiding the flower behind his back.
"Hey Harm, you up for lunch?" asked Mac as he walked in.
"With you, always." He gave her his flyboy smile.
"How about in half an hour you come and get me?"
"Sounds good, and before I forget this is for you." He took from behind his back, and handed it over.
"A rose! Harm, you didn't have to do that. I have forgiven you already."
"I know, but thanks Harm." He watched as she gave him her own special Jarhead smile. Right there and then he knew he would never get enough of it.
With a little wave, he walked out, never loosing the smile. He had his Mac back.
TBC...
By Rita Widmer
Spoilers: The Good of the Service, Mr. Rabb Goes to Washington, and People vs. Mac.
Disclaimer: Anyone want to buy me the present of JAG? Otherwise I don't own it.
AN: This features a much more in character John Farrow then the one we saw last Friday in the 200th episode, but a different look into his and Mac's past. Thank you again for the reviews! I also want to warn you I leave for England on Friday so I won't be able to post once again until about 3 weeks from now, but I would love to come back to inbox full of reviews. ENJOY!
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"I Couldn't Sleep a Wink Last Night" by Jimmy McHugh and Harold Adamson
Sung by Frank Sinatra in "Higher and Higher."
I couldn't sleep a wink last night Because we had that silly fight I thought my heart would break the whole night through I knew that you'd be sorry, and I'm sorry, too I didn't have my favorite dream The one in which I hold you tight I had to call you up this morning To see if everything was still all right Yes, I had to call you up this morning 'cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night I couldn't sleep a wink last night Because we had that silly fight I thought my heart would break the whole night through I knew that you'd be sorry, and I'm sorry, too I didn't have my favorite dream The one in which I hold you tight I had to call you up this morning To see if everything was still all right Yes, I had to call you up this morning 'cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night
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Aboard Ship
~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah Mackenzie watched the sun go down over the horizon. The ocean shining with little crystals from the sun. She couldn't deny it was one of the most beautiful sights she ever seen.
Tonight, she hated being on the ship. The sunset couldn't take away the feelings inside of her. Harm didn't have any faith in her ability to keep personal feelings out of a case, and then the feelings of being near a man who was part of her past. A part of her past she was not proud of and would someday come back and bite her.
Shaking his hand after all these years had sent shivers down her back. Those moments of their one night together in Okinawa had flashed before her eyes. It had come after a night of horror and near death.
The opening of the door to Vulture's Row startled her out of her thoughts. She almost expected Harm there to tell her that they would be taking off in the morning on the COD, but it wasn't. It was the one man she was afraid to face. John Farrow!
"Hello, sir." Mac tried to soothe her voice so that it sounded professional, but she was a lawyer not an actress.
"Mac, we are alone. Please call me John."
"I need to keep this strict by the rules. When Harm and I go back there will be charges brought up against you."
"Then let me be personal. This was the last way I expected to be seeing you, Mac. You've haunted my dreams for years, but we both know we can't gain that time back again. I won't ever regret that one night we spent together."
Mac looked down at her feet. "What we did was wrong, but we both needed it. To confirm life after coming so close to death. I think I need to thank you. During my time under your command, you showed me that I could live once again. When I lost someone so close to me, I felt that every day was just another day until I would see him again. Your faith and friendship in me gave me a will to live for every day, and enjoy the time that we have here on earth. Thank you, Colonel."
"You'll find you can love again too, Mac. Just give it time. We weren't meant to be anything more than friends."
"Good friends. Thank you." With that Farrow walked away not for the last time, but the future was still an open book.
When she came to JAG, she had expected nothing but a job. A living of sorts for the military. Once again though she found what she had under Farrow, a place where she had friends that cared about her and had faith in her.
Until now. She didn't know what she had done to lose Harm's faith, but she had done it. He had gone behind her back in investigating the case. Leaving her out of almost everything.
Buried in her thoughts, she didn't hear the door once again whisk open. "Mac," said above the noise of the water below.
"Hey, Harm. Didn't hear you come out." She could feel the strain of a smile on her face.
"What were you and Farrow talking about?"
"Right to the point. Trying to find out if we were doing something to compromise our case? I can hardly believe you let me be alone all this time when I could happen to go see Farrow."
"Something's going on between you too, and I don't want you to foul up our case."
"Oh thank you for the confidence. You want to know what's between me and Farrow? I'll tell you."
"Maaaaaaaaaaac, you're right I should have more faith in you."
"No, I think you need to hear it. It was a beautiful clear evening, and Farrow had invited me to celebrate my getting nominated into law school. It was like a dream coming true for me, and I had hardly been able to keep sitting down.
We were sitting in a restaurant that caters to the military personnel in Okinawa. We were both just sitting talking about the future, and what it holds for us. When...when there was an explosion from the kitchen. We had been seated near the kitchen. I remember laying at least 10 feet from where I had once sat.
There were bodies laying all around me. Some alive and some dead. I could feel blood flowing down my body as I got up. I went over to where I had once been laying throwing debris away. His body was covered with pieces of wood, metal, you name it.
I had to uncover him. His blood was spurting out of a hole in his stomach. He was dying. Ignoring the pain in every inch of my body, I freed him from the weight. I still don't know to this day how, but I picked him up and carried him out.
He would have died in there, Harm, if I hadn't found that strength to pull and carry him out. Its a night that still haunts my dreams. End of story. Now you know what is between Farrow and I."
She stormed off back into the ship. Not letting Harm react to her words or her story. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. He wanted to know their history, and she told him. It wasn't the whole story, but she told what was important.
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Day After Trial
Harm's Office
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harm sat down in his chair with a little smile on his face. The tension of the investigation and court had caused a rift between him and Mac, and honestly he hated it. It was like having a piece of you cut out.
This morning, he got the courage he needed to call her, and he invited her to go jogging with him. She had readily agreed as long as he didn't get hit by any cars and plan on visiting a hospital full of terrorists.
That was one promise, he planned to keep. His nights lately had him at his desk working to prove his case, because he knew that if he went to sleep the dreams would not be his favorite one. The one where he got to hold her once again like they did while running from the poachers. He enjoyed that feeling!
His dreams were of losing Mac. She was slowly walking away from him, because of his hostility towards Farrow and his mistrust in her. After the first night of that he kept from sleeping until his body forced him into a deep slumber.
Now, she had smiled upon him when she walked by his office. On his desk sat a little present for her. Nothing much, but a token of his appreciation. Seeing her come back from a meeting, he went to her office hiding the flower behind his back.
"Hey Harm, you up for lunch?" asked Mac as he walked in.
"With you, always." He gave her his flyboy smile.
"How about in half an hour you come and get me?"
"Sounds good, and before I forget this is for you." He took from behind his back, and handed it over.
"A rose! Harm, you didn't have to do that. I have forgiven you already."
"I know, but thanks Harm." He watched as she gave him her own special Jarhead smile. Right there and then he knew he would never get enough of it.
With a little wave, he walked out, never loosing the smile. He had his Mac back.
TBC...