Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them, just using them for some exercising of my less than creative imagination. Just borrowing "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera...definitely don't own that one either. Please don't sue me, 'cause the only thing you'll get are my student loans!

A/N: Thanks again to ninjaturtle for being awesome and beta reading this for me! Reviews are appreciated, but not expected.

CHAPTER 7 – All I Ask of You

Accident Site

Near Reston, VA

0320 EDT

Mac stops in shock of what she is seeing. For a moment she was too stunned to move. That couldn't be Harm's SUV could it? It looks so battered and banged up! Then she spots his NAVY parking decal. The one that allows him access to all Naval bases, not to mention the JAG parking lot.

It has to be his. I was just talking to him. I was so angry when I hung up.

Finally, Marine training kicks in and she cautiously approaches the crumpled SUV.

"Harm can you hear me? Harm if you can hear me, I need for you to answer me" her voice is desperate, almost pleading with him to answer. She looks inside the overturned vehicle there's glass everywhere. She sees Harm suspended upside-down, nearly ready to fall from his loosened seat belt.

Oh God, he's bleeding. Tears silently sting her eyes. He's breathing. Yes! He's breathing. He has to be alive if he's breathing.

She wants to touch him, but is afraid to cause more injury. It doesn't appear that the gas tank is in any danger of exploding at the moment, so she feels safe. Mac reaches for her cell phone. First she calls 911 to report the accident. "Please hurry!" as she closes the line. Then she called Bud. No answer at the house. Then she tried his cell phone.

"Bud..."

"Ma'am! Where ARE you?!?!?!"

"Bud, Harm's been in an accident. We're up on the Beltway. I've called for an ambulance but I can't leave Harm. Maybe you could wake AJ up and take him with you."

"Ma'am, when you didn't get here fast enough, we did. Harriet was getting hysterical so we are on the way to Bethesda now."

It suddenly occurs to Bud what she has said. "Ma'am did you say Commander Rabb was in an accident? How bad is it?"



"Yes Bud. I don't know. He's still in his SUV. I'm waiting for the Emergency vehicles to get here."

"He's not talking?"

"No he's unconscious. Bud I have to go, I see the police coming." Before Bud could answer she flipped her phone shut ending the conversation. Mac motions for the approaching police officer to hurry up, and leads him to the crash site.

Harm's SUV

Near Reston, VA

0345 EDT

The day is practically perfect. The sun is shining, and there are puffy, white clouds strewn across the blue sky. Harm and Mac are sharing a picnic in a park near her apartment. Sitting on the blanket next to her, Harm takes in a deep breath, a serious look in his eyes. Mac looks on attentively.

"Sarah Mackenzie, the day I met you, I fell in love with you. The past few years we've been through ups and down, between fighting and being friends. The times apart I could not admit to myself or to you how I felt so completely empty. I longed to take you in my arms and console you after you had a bad day. To protect you from danger, and share the world with you. More often then not, I would stop myself for fear of scaring you away. Now it's come to a point that I can no longer deny my feelings for you. I love you more than life itself. Sarah Mackenzie, will you marry me?"

"Harm can you hear me?" Strangely, her voice sounds far away, muffled.

"But I'm the one that just asked the question! You answer me first."

"Harm if you can hear me, I need for you to answer me" The voice is clearer now, nearly pleading with him to respond.

"Sarah I don't understand. Don't you want to marry me?"

"Harm?..."

Harm's vision of Mac slowly fades and he groans. Harm seems to be stirring slightly, and Mac lets out a gentle cry as she realizes he is waking up.

"Harm? Open your eyes! C'mon Sailor. Open those blue eyes." she commands.

"Mac? Why didn't you answer me?" He whispers weakly, not yet understanding that the conversation was held in the prison of his unconscious mind.

"Hey there Sailor. How are you feeling?"

Shaking the edges of his unconscious dream smiles wanly, "Like I've been pulling 9-G turns off a carrier deck all night."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"No. Why are you upside down?"

Smiling gently, "You're the one that's upside down Harm. You were in a single car accident. It looks like you've rolled several times."

"Single car? What happened to the other car?"

"Harm it's not important now. The Emergency Response team is here now. They're going to get you out. Try not to move too much. We don't know how badly you've been hurt."

"Sarah.... I love you."

Mac stares at him intently after that remark. What should she think about it? It's what I've longed to hear for years, but will he remember it in the morning?

"Sarah I'm so tired now, I'm going back to sleep now." and he closed his eyes.

"Harm NO! You need to stay awake. You have hit your head. Listen to me! You could have a concussion. You MUST stay awake!" His eyes flutter open, not focusing on anything in particular. His head is pounding.

"Anything for you Sarah. Can I sing to you?"

"Sure Harm you can do anything you want as long as it doesn't include moving or sleeping."

An emergency worker is at her side, "Ma'am we're going to need to get in there now."

Mac steps back. "I'm right here Harm."

The accident scene is graced with a timid tenor voice. Though normally clear and strong it is rough, hoarse with almost a pleading quality to it showing signs of the trauma he has just encountered. His voice was barely heard amid the rescue noise.

"No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears.

I'm here, nothing can harm you,

My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be you freedom,

Let daylight dry your tears,

I'm here with you beside you to guard you and to guide you.

Say you love every waking moment.

Turn my head with talk with summertime.

Say you need me with you now and always.

Promise me that all you say is true.

That's all I ask of you."

Let me be shelter,

Let me be your light

You're safe, no one will find you

You're fears are far behind you..."

After awhile, Harm begins to sing more quietly to himself. Mac can no longer hear the words he is saying but notices that he has focused intently on her. She wonders at what could be going through his mind.

They have begun to pull him out of the crumpled vehicle now. His voice has dropped off, and Mac immediately notices that Harm has stopped singing completely. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to concentrate the pain away. It doesn't seem to be working too well. He looks at her and smiles, then closed his eyes.

Oh God! NO! she screams inwardly.

Mac looks frantically to the paramedic. "His leg. It looks like it's broken in two places. We probably moved it a bit as we pulled him out." He looks at her, and silently reassures her that his vital signs are still strong and his heart is still beating. "He's also lost a bit of blood. That can cause a drop in his blood pressure as well. We can give him I.V. fluids that will help that."

This does little to calm Mac's fears. "Ma'am his injuries are bad, but not the worst I've seen. I'm not a doctor, but like I said, his right, lower leg appears to be broken in at least two places. I would venture a guess to say that he has a pretty bad concussion. Additionally his face lacerations are deep, and they will hurt more because because there appears to be some glass embedded in the wound. Also, he's either severely bruised or fractured a couple of ribs. He's lucky you got to him as soon as you did, or else he...." the paramedic trails off not wanting to further alarm the woman. Mac doesn't notice that he has stopped talking, because she is focused attentively on Harm once again, waiting for his eyes to reopen and return her gaze.

The ambulance ride feels years long. Even while they are putting the I.V.'s in she holds his hand. Though she wonders if it was the concussion that had been talking, she feels the guard she put up to keep herself from being hurt slowly dissolving. In his fragile, concussed state he has been open and honest. Even if it was the concussion she saw a glimpse of what the real, uninhibited Harmon Rabb Jr. was like. He may have been speaking symbolically through the song, but she understood that he was talking about Paraguay and Webb, and the ability to make "us" work. It was in that moment that she makes up her mind. Nothing was going to get between them now.