A Gift of Song
Summary: From beginning to end in song. Mac and Harm's past, present and future accompanied by various artists.
Pairing: Um… duh! Mac/Harm
Distribution: If you want it, take it but please warn me and tell me where its going.
Rating: G and a lot of fluff
Disclaimer: I swear I don't own the people you recognize. I only like to play around with them and make things go my way. DPB owns them along with Paramount and CBS.
Spoilers: Just about everything basically. Some of the cases won't be covered, of course but a lot of major moments in the lives of Mac and Harm will be.
Author's Notes: I'm doing my research for this one but there's no guarantee that I'll get everything right. Please correct me if I make a mistake. Thanks! Also, I'm about to get into the AU stuff. I originally was only going to follow but I changed my mind because I'm highly against the Brumby/Mac thing. Therefore, I'm skipping over that whole thing eventually.
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Chapter 15
Wake Me Up Inside
Mac and Harm
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How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Seeing Harm a month ago had been a breath of fresh air. Now, she walked back into JAG with a definite spring in her step. She unlocked her office door and gasped. On her desk were two arrangements of roses, one of two dozen reds and another of white, pink and red. She rushed to see the cards. She pulled the card from the two dozen roses first.
"Dinner, Sarah? – Mic" Mac held in an involuntary shiver, pulling the card from the other roses.
"Guess who's back in time for Friday's movie night? – Harm
PS. Do you know how hard it is to get White House Roses?" Mac grinned and allowed herself the satisfaction of an excited shiver. A knock sounded on her door.
"Enter!" she called.
"Hey, Mac, have you seen the new case we're supposed to investigate?" Mac lifted her head from the flowers with a huge grin.
"I just got here. The white house?" Harm returned her grin.
"Only the best for my best friend."
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
"Chinese?" Harm asked, dropping the file on her desk. Mac nodded.
"You bring the movie and we'll discuss the case. I'm guessing we're opposing?"
"And that's why you're my favourite Marine," Harm replied tweaking her nose. Mac's eyes widened in surprise.
"Alright, Marine, I'll see you for dinner," Harm said and left. Mac dropped into her office chair, still stunned. When she was able to move a few moments later she shifted Harm's gift to her shelf where she would eventually find a vase for it. Then another knock sounded on the door.
"Enter!" Mac called again. This time, Mic entered.
"Did you like the roses?" Mac was glad she'd had the presence of mind to move Harm's roses. It gave her a chance to settle before she wandered to find a vase.
"They're beautiful," she lied. In actuality, she felt it was overdone. Two dozen roses was too much to pile on a woman. Harm's simple dozen had brightened her day.
"And the invitation?" He seemed anxious, fidgety and Mac, as a trained investigator caught it.
"Raincheck?" she asked, not meeting his eyes.
"Plans?"
"A new case," she replied vaguely shifting through the pages on her desk.
"I'll let you get to it then," he said standing and exiting. Mac followed him to the door and called for Harriet. When the young ensign was in her office Mac closed her door and turned to her.
"Harriet, can you get me a vase for those roses on the shelf? And please tell me when Commander Brumby leaves for court?" Harriet sent her a confused look but agreed.
"I'll get right on it colonel."
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
At 1700, Harm showed up at her door, hands laden down with grocery bags and his briefcase. Mac threw the door open wide and motioned him in.
"Mic, that's my pizza, I gave to go. Yes, I need to get started… I don't want my pizza to get cold… goodbye Mic." He heard her sigh from the kitchen.
"Hey, Marine if you'd rather go out for dinner than work it's okay. I don't…"
"No! No, no, no," Mac interrupted adamantly. "I have gone six months without these nights. Now, do you want me to pull out plates?"
"Well there's been a change of plans. Because ewe haven't done this in six months I thought it would be better if I cooked you something," Harm told her sheepishly, watching her face carefully. Mac's face lit up in gratitude and something in Harm snapped.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
He decided at that moment that he'd look for that smile, he'd try to be the cause of that smile as often as he could.
"So it's veggie lasagna tonight," he called, beginning to unload the bags while Mac replaced the phone in its cradle.
"You spoil me," she said, entering the kitchen and taking up residence on the counter.
"I try, Marine." She watched him create their dinner, stealing bits and pieces along the way.
"Sarah MacKenzie! Keep your hands out until I'm finished!" he exclaimed for the thousandth time, lightly slapping her wrist. Mac's only reply was to giggle. Harm, having never heard a Marine – least of all Mac – giggle, stared astonished. Mac only giggled harder until she was holding her stomach in laughter. Harm continued to watch, biting his cheeks against a smile at her antics. He would never figure out what she was laughing at but when he really thought about it, he didn't care. He loved it.
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling
Only you are the life among the dead
Finally, Mac stopped and caught her breath. Looking up, she caught his gaze happily and froze. In his gaze she saw laughter, happiness and something else entirely, something that warmed her insides. She wouldn't dare call it love, would never put a name to it for fear of what it could mean.
"Alright, MacKenzie, let's go sit and let this cook. We'll argue over the movie, maybe caught up on detail s of the last six months and after dinner we'll go over the case," Harm suggested, pulling on her hand. Mac hopped down from her perch and followed him, surprised that he made no move to let go of her hand. She smiled again. He'd changed since he'd returned and in her opinion, for the better.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
Little bit of light fluff of course.
Wake Me Up Inside – Evanescence
Kavi Leighanna