Wow, I hit the century mark in reviews. Cool! :D Let's see... checks If MY math isn't off.... there are.... 2 parts after this one. Yep! Story ends on lucky number 13. Then I'll start up on "Stolen" directly after (Still trying to change that name), which is the sequel.

Okay so enjoy folks!!
Jackie

PART 11 – Savior and Saint

0515 Zulu

USS Seahawk

Mac fought hard against the wave of nausea as the helo touched down on the Seahawk. Being as that carrier had been closer to their position than the Patrick Henry, the SAR crews sped towards it. She was shivering, not so much from being in cold water, as from the shock of Harm's state. He had flat lined twice and the medics onboard believed that if he did once more, he wouldn't recover. That news sent a chill straight down her spine and hadn't been able to get warm since. "Ma'am, this way." One of the crew members ushered her on the decks, but she declined anything that would tear her away from Harm.

"Just leave me alone." She practically yelled as she followed the crew through the maze that was the carrier and into sick bay. Though the medics tried to examine her, Mac declined, stating that she would be examined after she knew the Commander was alright.

Standing in a corner she watched as the doctors worked on her partner. His body was laying perfectly still on the gurney. Harm's face was pale and covered with small cuts, plus one larger on his forehead. His lips had an odd mix of purple and blue. Trying to get him out of his wet clothing, the doctor had ordered the flight suit to be cut open. Of all the years that she longed to see some naked flesh, this wasn't how she was picturing it. She gasped when she saw the bruising on his body, some in the shape of thin lines. With her mind working overtime she figured they must have been the shroud lines from the chute, nothing else would have done that to him.

It was now, with the lights overhead that she could see the all the damages that their ride in an F-14 had caused. "Ma'am, was he wasn't he wearing a helmet?" Lt. Commander Borges, the doctor, asked as he used a flashlight to check Harm's pupils which were dilated.

Mac shook her head. "Not when I found him."

"Chris, put on his file an order for a head CT, stat." Borges told one of the nurses as he began to check on Harm again. "We need something to get his temp back up." Shaking Harm, he leaned in. "Commander. . . COMMANDER! Damnit, we need him to wake up."

"Can I try?" Mac asked in a small voice as she slowly approached the crew. They stared at each other, unknowing of the connection that the two had. At the doctors nod, Mac approached and took his hand. 'Be strong for him,' She said to herself, 'Don't cry.' One of her hands brushed the side of his face, careful not to touch any of the scratches. "Harm. . . You need to wake up. . . I know you're tired, but you need to wake up and let us know you're okay."

Harm was beyond exhausted. His body had given up fighting a long time ago, despite the will to keep on going for her sake. He couldn't hold on anymore, so he just gave into the sleep that claimed him. But now, despite the need for sleep that was overriding his body, a voice, one that was familiar and dear to him, kept willing him to wake up. So, he fought against his sleep and started trying to swim into consciousness.

"Please." Mac begged and a tear fell from her eye and onto Harm's cheek. She came closer to him, ignoring the people in the room and kissed him softly on the lips. Breaking away, her heart broke when she saw that it didn't work, he hadn't woken up. But, she wasn't going to give up, despite the doctor telling her that there was nothing more they could do for now.

"Ma'am. . .It's not looking too good." Borges said in a somber voice as he, and the rest of his crew were touched by the scenes of love that were so uncommon in the military. Looking into Mac's eyes, he could see the despair that could only be felt by one who was in love.

Mac shook her head. "He's a fighter. . . he's stubborn. . . he HAS to wake up." Turning her attention to Harm, she held his hand tighter and came up close to him. "Damnit, this wasn't the way, I was supposed to tell you." Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat and the tears that were spilling anew, Mac continued, hoping that something would bring him back. "I mean, is it so wrong for a girl to want a guy to tell her what he really feels? Is it so hard for him to say the words?" She choked a laugh at the absurdity of the comment and then closed her eyes, searching for some inner strength which she was willing into him. "I love you. . ." Mac finally said, breathing a sigh of relief to finally get that out, now she just wanted him to hear her. "I love you and I won't go on with out you."

The machines behind Harm started going haywire, the nurse turned to the doctor and shook her head. "BP is dropping fast, he isn't going to make it."

Mac watched the numbers dropping rapidly on the machine. "Damnit, Harm, you promised me!! You said I'd never lose you and I am holding you to that. . . You can't break that promise, you can't!" She shook his body, but he still would not respond. Giving up, Mac lay her head on his chest, sobbing. The one thing that would probably kill her was happening. She was losing him, maybe he was so far gone that nothing could rescue him. It wasn't supposed to be that way.

Out of the blue, the noise from the machines calmed down and Harm's blood pressure started raising up slowly. He opened his eyes just a slit, enough to see a woman he didn't know laying on his chest. "Hi." He tried to get out, but his throat felt like sandpaper, it ached something awful.

Mac raised her head and looked up at him. He was awake, still out of it, but awake. "Harm?"

His mouth opened and closed a few times, before he managed to get out a ragged sentence. "Ca-n't . . . breathe."

Getting off of him, Mac grabbed the O2 mask and placed it securely over his mouth and nose. She gave thanks to God for that small miracle, before bending over Harm and giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Welcome back, Flyboy."

Harm gave her a quizzical look, "Have we dated?"

Stepping away to allow the doctors to finish, Mac chuckled. "You wish." 'Hell, I wish!' She thought and tt was at that moment that she felt her feet start to give way. Her body had finally taken enough. She backed up against one of the cots in sickbay and a moment later, she was out cold.

"Colonel? Colonel?" She was awoken a few hours later by Ensign Luis who was waving some sniffing salts under her nose. Mac looked up at the woman and groaned loudly. "I think this was too much for you ma'am, you passed out on us."

Mac looked around and noticed that she was now wearing something to the likes of a hospital gown and Harm was not in the room with her. "Where's the. . ." The moment she tried to sit up, her head took one giant spin. Luckily the Ensign handed her a bedpan in time. She retched into the pan, emptying her stomach of any seawater that was left in her system. With a sigh, she leaned back in bed and decided that it was better to stay put. "Where's the. . . Commander?" She asked weakly.

The Ensign passed a wet cloth over Mac's face and smiled. "The doctor ordered some tests done, just to make sure he didn't suffer any brain trauma. . . You two will be sent to Bethesda tomorrow. . . I am sure the doctor will put a note to run a few tests on you as well."

Mac nodded, feeling her body drifting off to sleep, which she was trying to fight. She didn't wan to sleep, she wanted to see Harm, she wanted to talk to him. There was so much to say. "Tell. . . him. . I love him." She managed to get out before sleep claimed her.

Dr. Borges came into sickbay and walked over to Ensign Luis. "SAR crews said that they found them two latched together. She actually found him in the middle of the ocean, can you believe that?" He said with a shake of his head and a smile. "The Commander's got a real savior and saint."

Ensign Luis looked at Mac and smiled. "Did you see the rock she is wearing? Wonder when they are getting married?" Little did they know.

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Zeil - Congrats!! :) ANd yea, it's better to write more than "this and that" ;)

Nikki - Are you still tapping your foot? :/

NavyBabe - Aww... (hands over tissues) don't cry!! Happy?! See!! Harmy is alive!!! :D

SarahRabb - I can drag it on if you like (innocent smile)

Jackia - Renee bashing? Mic bashing? Jeez!! Violent you are!! (hides the clubs)

XBlue - Yep, they killed yer E's :( Again! Tell Calix that if he don't help you write a chapter I'll just go ahead and get more evil. Muahahahaaa!

Maiden - I didn't kill him!! I swear!!! (points) See!!!