"Sisterly Empathy"
Summary: If Harm's the dad in this game of house, then Mattie and Jennifer are sisters. And who understands what a girl goes through better than her older sister?
Note: I did what Jenn tells Mattie about when I was in high school, except he didn't need stitches after he tripped.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 26 February 2004
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"What were you thinking?" Harm demanded.
"He pulled my bra strap!" Mattie said defensively from her seat on her bed.
"That's not a good reason to punch someone in the stomach!"
"It hurt! And he embarrassed me in front of everyone."
Harm sighed, dropping to his ward's eye-level. "I know you were just reacting, but there is this thing called *over*reacting. You can work on that while you're suspended."
As soon as he was gone, she plopped back on the bed. A few minutes later, Jennifer tapped at the bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
When Mattie didn't object to her being there, she pulled the computer chair up to the bed, "I've been in your shoes... the creep sat behind me. I tied his shoelaces to the desk instead of punching him. He ended up with stitches, though."
Mattie broke out in a grin. "Thanks, Jenn. But don't tell Harm that story—he'd flip."
Summary: If Harm's the dad in this game of house, then Mattie and Jennifer are sisters. And who understands what a girl goes through better than her older sister?
Note: I did what Jenn tells Mattie about when I was in high school, except he didn't need stitches after he tripped.
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 26 February 2004
*****
"What were you thinking?" Harm demanded.
"He pulled my bra strap!" Mattie said defensively from her seat on her bed.
"That's not a good reason to punch someone in the stomach!"
"It hurt! And he embarrassed me in front of everyone."
Harm sighed, dropping to his ward's eye-level. "I know you were just reacting, but there is this thing called *over*reacting. You can work on that while you're suspended."
As soon as he was gone, she plopped back on the bed. A few minutes later, Jennifer tapped at the bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
When Mattie didn't object to her being there, she pulled the computer chair up to the bed, "I've been in your shoes... the creep sat behind me. I tied his shoelaces to the desk instead of punching him. He ended up with stitches, though."
Mattie broke out in a grin. "Thanks, Jenn. But don't tell Harm that story—he'd flip."