Title: Ending The Dance

Author: JAGfreak

Disclaimer: Oh COME ON people...if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not gonna tell you.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! They really help keep me going. oh BTW, I wrote this poem for the story.... I was bored. lol Enjoy!

Chapter 4/?--I'll have a blue christmas without you...

"Hello?" Mac said into the phone, trying to keep the irritation at the interruption out of her tone. It was Mattie. "Hi Mattie..yeah, Harm's over here........ I'm doing much better thanks for asking........yeah, he's trying" Mac laughed, "Want to talk to him?......yeah sure ..Merry christmas to you too." Mac held the phone out to him with a smile.

Harm took the phone with an eyebrow raised and a smile on his face, 'Exactly what did she say I was trying to do and why is she laughing about it?' he wondered.

Harm took the phone and got up to go to the kitchen so he could get a little bit of privacy.

"Merry Christmas Mattie." he missed her.

"Merry Christmas Harm." she answered, she sounded happy."So you're at Mac's, huh?" she asked suggestively. "Just how "merry" has your christmas been?" she laughed.

"Mattie!" he scolded, mouth hanging open.

"Come on Harm you don't have to hide these things from me." she joked.

"Mattie.." Harm blushed." It's....nothing....I ...I mean....it's not like that...I'm over here to make sure she takes it easy..to keep an eye on her..that's..that's it."

"Geeze Harm, you develop a stuttering problem while I was gone?" she teased.

"Mattie..." Harm said in a warning tone that said 'don't go there'.

"Lighten up Harm...I know I know...It's "complicated," but you'd be stupid to keep pretending you two didn't love each other. Look at all the time you've already wasted." Mattie said simply.

"I know Mattie...things just aren't as black and white as you see them...it's.."

"Complicated?" Mattie said trying not to laugh.

"Right." Harm answered.

There was a pause, before Harm smiled and said.

"But I'll have you know I'm working on uncomplicating it..."

Mattie smiled and did a little happy dance on her end of the phone.

"Good, you guys make a cute couple." she laughed. "and she can stand to put up with you so..."

"HaHa." harm said sarcastically. "You having fun spending christmas with your dad?"

"Yeah..it's nice having him in my life again. We've already opened our presents and then he made me hot chocolate and we watched "A Christmas Story." ..it's been fun."

Harm was glad, although he missed her badly.

"So..Mattie I was thinking....if it's ok with your Dad and you want to come over here to Mac's apartment , we can have christmas together...I mean when your father and you are done celebrating that is." Harm said hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine...I'll talk to him and find out what time and then I'll call you."

"Okay, good."

"Bye Harm."

"Bye Mattie."

"...oh Harm?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any mistletoe handy or do I have to play matchmaker and bring my own?"

"Goodbye Mattie." he said chuckling to himself as he shut the phone off with a click.

He walked back to the living room, returning the phone to its place on the tray.

"Can she come?" Mac asked hopefully.

"She's going to talk to her Dad and then call back."

Harm cleared his throat and sat back down on the chair, wanting to get back into the conversation they had barely started when the phone rang.

"so..." he said quietly. "where were we?"

Our dance we began many years ago,

and I can't help but wonder if it's time to let it go.

Mac smiled back at him softly. "You had just said you were tired of dancing..."

Many dances we've danced, the tempo forever changing

while our lives as we knew them were forever rearranging.

Harm stared at her intently. "Yes I did....."

At times we danced close, locked in an embrace.

At times we danced apart, the truth we could not face.

As time went on we became too good at it,

our passive-aggressive nature hurt us, but fit.

Mac brought her left hand to her right arm just above her elbow and pinched. "Just checking to make sure I wasn't dreaming...." she smiled sweetly at him.

We became prisoners to our own humanity,

the constant change of pace sometimes cost us our sanity.

Harm smiled back at her, letting silence fall between them as they each contemplated what to say next...what to do next. Their gazes locked together, both caught up in the intensity of the moment.

At times the melody we danced to was intense, eyes locked and unwavering..passion in our gaze.

At time the melody was barely heard, and we could hardly look at eachother....lost in an angry haze.

But still ....we kept dancing......

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