"Snow Day"
Summary: Harm wakes up to no electricity and an invitation to join two very bored young women in their attempts to entertain themselves.
Note: I am a happy teacher enjoying my beautiful snow day by writing fan fiction (thankfully, with electricity).
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
*****
"Harm?" Mattie shook her guardian, trying to wake him.
"My alarm hasn't gone off yet," he mumbled into the pillow.
"And it's not going to."
Harm lifted his head to look at the pajama-clad teenager. "What time is it?"
"Doesn't matter. Electricity's out. School's closed." At his doubting look, she added, "JAG's closed, too. Jennifer called to make sure neither of you have to go in. Not that you could dig your 'Vette out from under the snow..."
"I'll take your word for it," he grumbled, reaching for a pair of sweats as Mattie wandered out to the kitchen.
Harm shuffled in a minute later as she rummaged through his cabinets. "What are you looking for?"
"Graham crackers. Jenn and I were roasting mini-marshmallows over candles to make s'mores and we ran out."
"Nice breakfast."
"Options are limited with no electricity. You're welcome to join us. We can pretend we're camping."
"I'll bring my guitar."
Summary: Harm wakes up to no electricity and an invitation to join two very bored young women in their attempts to entertain themselves.
Note: I am a happy teacher enjoying my beautiful snow day by writing fan fiction (thankfully, with electricity).
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
*****
"Harm?" Mattie shook her guardian, trying to wake him.
"My alarm hasn't gone off yet," he mumbled into the pillow.
"And it's not going to."
Harm lifted his head to look at the pajama-clad teenager. "What time is it?"
"Doesn't matter. Electricity's out. School's closed." At his doubting look, she added, "JAG's closed, too. Jennifer called to make sure neither of you have to go in. Not that you could dig your 'Vette out from under the snow..."
"I'll take your word for it," he grumbled, reaching for a pair of sweats as Mattie wandered out to the kitchen.
Harm shuffled in a minute later as she rummaged through his cabinets. "What are you looking for?"
"Graham crackers. Jenn and I were roasting mini-marshmallows over candles to make s'mores and we ran out."
"Nice breakfast."
"Options are limited with no electricity. You're welcome to join us. We can pretend we're camping."
"I'll bring my guitar."