This story is too long! Waaaay too long, it really wasn't supposed to be THIS long. According to my computer (And we ain't done yet) it's, thus far 153 pages. Amusing that in class some of us would bitch about A page. ;)

Sooo… I say we have two more parts to go MAYBE three. And then an epilogue to end the trilogy. Then I will shut my brain down for a bit before I start posting "Return To Me" OO This story has been totally fun to write, but it's a total burn out.

Talk about mega angst, had to get it out of my system though Hehehehe:) Thanks for reading, commenting and all that fun stuff, I've had some of the funniest feedback!

My wisdom tooth it went fine, had to open up my gums slightly so that still hurts a bit like a cold sore. I went on Friday to pick up my tooth for the hell of it. Hehehe. It was huge. I've been taking it easy this week, I find if I do anything taxing (running, being out in the sun too long, etc) the area tends to bother me more, so I've been chilling. Thanks for the well wishing and concern!

Jackie

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Part 18 – The Day Rabb Followed His Heart

1245 Zulu
Location Unknown
Virginia

The spoon she'd been using to hack at the wall had long since waved its little white flag. The poor steel had been grinded down so much that there was only about two inches left of the thing. Frustrated, Mac came off of her knees and sat on the floor of the bathroom. Would anything go her way? Apparently not. And what was that little saying? Oh yes, when it rains, it pours. Well, it was certainly pouring now and though her room was not getting wet, she could see water seeping through the three inch by two inch hole that she managed to open up. The water, mixing with some of the dust of the walls was starting to created this wet slush effect. Grabbing a towel, she stuffed it into the hole and proceeded to clean the bathroom floor and get rid of the evidence.

Mac found it odd that neither Palmer nor Halloren had bothered to check the bathroom. Maybe there was a camera somewhere in there, then again, maybe they figured that she had no where to go. Still, she felt concerned. The moment Palmer found what she was doing in her pastime, she knew she'd be punished and hoped that the outcome would not hurt Harm as well. Frowning, she stood up, cleaned herself off and headed back into the main room. For effect, she would roll the blankets and pillows on the bed, creating a large bulge that made it seem like someone was resting.

Using her internal clock, she soon figured out some sort of pattern as to when Palmer was around., or at least, she thought she did. It had been working considering no one had barged in on her extra curricular activities. Glancing up at the camera, she waited for it to pan then slipped into the bed. With a sigh, she placed her hands behind her head and glanced up at the ceiling. What was going on back home? Had Harm really believed that the other woman was her? No, it couldn't be, he was smarter that than. Then again, maybe Palmer was right, maybe he was so fragile and so hurt that he would believe anything just to keep her by his side.

Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on him, in hopes that their odd spark could build some connection between them. Hopefully, it would create a lifeline that he could follow. She'd tried this once or twice with no success, but it had to work this time, it just had to. She could feel it in her bones that something was about to happen and she couldn't miss this window of opportunity, not now. Something told her that this was it, if things didn't work out they would lose each other forever and that was something she wasn't willing to gamble with. Laying there, she brought to her mind his face, his smile, his eyes. Mentally she 'drove' through the streets, arriving at her apartment, walking up the steps and inside to find him waiting. She could see him, she could feel him and he had to feel her too. 'C'mon Harm. . .feel me. . .I need you. . .I need you.'

1310 Zulu
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown

Harm fell off of the sofa, coming to his knees as some force threatened to steal his breath. He held his throat, willing the breath in and out of his body. What the hell was going on? Why couldn't he breathe. And then, just like that, he was fine. Breathing hard, he came to his feet, staggering slightly. "What the hell?" His back was killing him after another wonderful night spend on the sofa from hell. Mac2 had been at it again, one minute trying to seduce him, the other, kicking him out of the room. There was a reason for it, unbeknownst to him, Nikki did not want to sleep with him, though Clark had told her otherwise. She was in love with Palmer, she wanted to be with him, not the Commander. So, she'd turned on the charm and quickly turned it off again, noting that was driving him insane.

With a deep sigh, he leaned against the sofa, then took a glance down at his hand. 'She's not your girlfriend.' Madam Tatiana's voice from the night before came into memory, she seemed quite pressed on the fact that the woman he was with wasn't Mac. That was certainly true. 'Sarah's in danger.' But, how could he know Mac's name without him telling her? He'd ambushed Mac2 with questions, trying to make it seem inconspicuous as to what went on inside Madam Tatiana's tent. Now that he thought about it, the whole reading was strange. How did the woman know he was called 'Commander?'

Sometimes being a JAG officer could get you just about anywhere. Even though he was in civvies, Harm flashed his badge at the entrance to the fair, gave some fake hoopla about an investigation, and waltzed right in. The grounds were a mess and though clean up crews were trying their best to get everything nice and neat for that evening, the wind had other ideas. The weather had been odd since the moment they arrived at Mac's apartment the evening before. 'Damnit. . .' He thought with a frown, 'I don't even consider it home anymore.' Somehow, after all of the odd relationship between him and this new Mac, he'd lost his want to call her apartment his home.

Wind and rain whipped against the windows, adding for an even more restless night of sleep as the lightening cast strange shadows on her walls. Around three am, he considered it to be an omen of bad things to come. Laughing to himself he managed to shake that feeling off, but he couldn't quite stop thinking about Tatiana. "She is not Sarah, Commander, deep inside you know that. . .Only you can find her." The woman was so insistent, that he had to come back, to figure out if this was her way of trying to help him, to help Mac get her memory back.

As he strolled down the fair grounds the wind started to pick up again, casting an unseasonable chill in the air. Harm closed the front of his bomber jacket and adjusted his sunglasses so that any debris would not fall into his eyes. He walked passed the concession stands and game booths, coming to a stop in front of the Madam Tatiana's tent. Looking up, he read the sign again, chuckling at how the price for a reading dropped now that the work week was about to begin. The fair had another week to run and they were trying to get visitors in by any means possible, cutting prices was one of those means. "I don't give refunds or credit, Commander." From around the tent the young woman walked out, still dressed rather flamboyant despite the fact that the fair would not open for several hours. In one hand she held a porcelain tea cup, in the other a piece of parchment paper with a drawing done in pencil. She handed him the drawing, grinning slightly as she said, "I knew you would be back. . . Don't open that yet."

Harm chuckled slightly, this was ridiculous, all of it. Instead of staying at home with his girlfriend trying to help her out he was in a semi-desolate fair ground talking to some woman who liked Halloween a little too much. "Sure you did."

"First of all, Commander. I do not like Halloween, the holiday has been spoiled by candy toting children and silly little dress up parties. . .And second, I am quite comfortable with what I am wearing, thank you." She reached into the 'v' of her dress, straightening it self-consciously as Harm's eyes widened. The thought of not helping him was tempting, as it usually was when non-believers and ridiculers would harass her talents. But, there was a sorrow in his eyes and she knew that not giving assistance would probably have some negative karmic affect on her, something Tatiana took very seriously. "I would have convinced you had that imposter not come in." She said with a tone of total sincerity. Pulling back a tent flap, she handed it to Harm, having him hold it open for her as she stepped inside. "Come on in."

Tentatively Harm followed her, taking a quick look inside. "Looks better at night."

"Which is why we tend to hide in the cover of night, things look more mystical and ominous." Chuckling, she settled in behind the table, offering him the seat across from her. Wordlessly, she placed her hand in the center of the table, waiting for Harm to place his hand in hers. Once he did, she took a breath as that zing passed between them. Her gift did work in odd ways, sometimes she couldn't read a thing, this time she was bombarded by so many different things, these two people were certainly suffering. "You don't like games, do you, Commander? But, your nemesis does. . .he likes them a little too much." She frowned and though she could not 'read' Clark Palmer, there was a connection between him and Harm that she found to be evil. "Your own personal enemy."

Harm was still skeptical about it all, though he was starting to come around. He wanted to know how well Tatiana's gift worked. "What's his name."

Smiling she looked away from his hand and up at him. "I can't tell you his name, I only know that he has this severe hatred for you. . .It was your fault this started." Harm snorted, disbelieving that he bothered to waste his time going over there for this. His attitude angered her slightly and it shone in her eyes and the tightness of her grasp. "The gift doesn't always work the same for everyone. . . Sometimes I can pick things up better. . .For instance, Commander I know you are an officer in the Navy."

This was true and eventually, last night he'd remembered that she'd called him 'Commander' without so much as an introduction. "And you knew her name was Sarah."

"She isn't Sarah, Commander. . .She's an imposter, someone that your nemesis put in there. . .to. . .to." Madam Tatiana took a few quick strangled breaths, it was almost as if she could feel something heavy on her face, causing her not to breathe properly.

"Madam Tatiana?" Harm tried to pull his hand away but the woman head it steadfast as her eyes opened and gazed into his own.

Her jaw tightened but her grip on harm loosened, this was going to take a lot out of her. "He's done this before. . .With you. . .He pretended to be you, he pretended to be your father once too. . .He toyed with you then, also. . .He's tried to kill you many times, in fact, this is what this is. . .a slow agonizing death." She was starting to win him over, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, part of him wasn't willing to believe. This upset her, couldn't the man see he too had a gift? Except that Harm's gift wasn't general, it was part of the link he held with the woman that he loved. "You still do not believe?"

He wanted to, God did he want to believe her, but this was too crazy and unfortunately for him, his faith had long left him. "Truthfully, I am a mess. . .I don't know what to believe anymore. . .I just know that she isn't who she was before."

Tatiana released his hand, brushing it off the table in anger as she stood up before him. "That's because it isn't her. . . And you are going to lose the real Sarah if you don't do something soon." She pointed at his hand, the one holding the parchment paper. "Open it." Reluctantly, he placed the paper on the table and unfolded it. He gasped slightly as she gazed at the perfect drawing of the ring he'd given Mac. Unless someone studied it, they couldn't have possibly known all of it's little details. "Do you believe me now?"

He did and as it all started to sink in, Harm felt his vision becoming blurry; he was crying. Damnit, why didn't he realize something was up? Had he really been that out of control? "Do you know where she is?" His voice took on a desperate edge as he wiped his tears. "She. .. we have this connection. . .she found me once at sea. . .I've. . ."

This was the part that she was fearing, as much as she could help him, the gift wasn't that good. "I can not help you, I've done all I can."

Furious, Harm stood, grabbing the woman by her arms as his six foot four frame towered over her. "Tell me where she is. .. PLEASE."

Tatiana stared up at him, her gaze forcing him to relinquish his hold on her. They stood there, staring at each other until one of her slender hands slid up his chest and to his heart. "This is what you need to use to find her. . .Unfortunately, you have not realized she's left hers open, like a beacon calling to you." She smiled at him, then pulled her hand away.

Harm stood there, rooted in place as the woman headed to the back of the tent and disappeared. "Follow your heart, Commander." Swallowing, he took a look around, glancing down at the table to find the parchment paper missing. He didn't dream all of this, he knew it, it was all real. But now, he had a few things to settle, a game to unravel. "Hang on, Mac. . .Just, hang on." He turned and ran out of the tent and through the fair grounds to his car never looking back.

1530 Zulu
Location Unknown
Virginia

If Nikki were there, she'd certainly give him an earful over standing on the roof of the building while the rain washed over him. But, Clark Palmer loved bad weather, it usually was a good omen; a sign that things were going his way. At the moment though, it was just the opposite. Staring down he saw a familiar Lexus SUV coming to a stop just a few feet from the foundry fences. "What the hell?" Carefully, he ran across the roof and to the access which he followed downward. He jumped off of the rungs which were cemented into the wall, falling with a thud as he'd miscalculated the landing.

Using that system was always a problem seeing as many of the rungs were missing. Squatting down he rubbed his right ankle, finding it not to be broken but probably sprained. "Mother f. . ." His curse trailed off as she heard the distinct sound of tires rolling over gravel, that car was coming closer. "Shit!" He ran/hopped to the foreman's office, grabbed a pair of techie-grad binoculars and aimed them to the ground below. It was Harm. "What the hell!" Quickly, he fumbled through the drawers of the desk, fishing out a phone which he used to call Nikki. "Pick up!"

Harm looked up at the aging building in front of him, still curious as to why he had this nagging feeling that he had to be there. Before venturing that way, he'd gone to the building where Gibbs and company had found Mac, where Palmer had supposedly been killed. The rubble was being neatly piled into a corner of the lot and it was obvious that someone was going to start breaking ground sometime soon. Carefully, he walked the lot, looking down at what was left of the foundation. Mac had been there at some point, he felt it now. There was this strong pulse in his veins, an awareness that wasn't there before. Madam Tatiana must have done something to him, Harm deduced, but he knew it wasn't true. He'd had a nagging feeling that something was off for so long and now he knew why.

Stepping out of the Lexus he immediately sensed that someone was watching him. With sunglasses on, he pretended to be looking one way, but his eyes were trained on the windows, more than half of which were broken. The rain was falling hard on his face, feeling like tiny pinpricks, but it didn't matter. He needed to find out what was the 'attraction' to an old, abandoned foundry. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his jacket, he fingered the pistol which would commonly be found under the drivers seat. After heading out of the fair grounds, he had a feeling that it would be needed.

He kept his hand on the pistol as he walked cautiously into the foundry. Part of him was calling this endeavor a stupid one, the other part of him was following his heart like Madam Tatiana told him to. Harm walked into the building with his body rigid, every nerve on edge and prepared in case something went wrong. In the current lighting (or lack their of), due to the storm, the place looked positively ominous. There was something in the air that hung, it was thick with tension, so much that it threatened to strangle him. 'Get a grip.' He told himself, then made his way father into the building.

The main wall, one that should have covered the on goings of the foundry from spying eyes was almost completely gone. Inside there were pipes, heavy machinery and that massive bucket used to hold the liquefied steel. It all seemed like setting for a b-rated horror film or maybe it was nature's soundtrack of lightening and thunder that made it feel that way. The upper half of the building came complete with a catwalk that went along the inner perimeter and then across from one side to the other. At the top, he noticed, were doors that would probably lead to the manager's offices and maybe even he worker's locker and dinning rooms.

Harm didn't see anything worth looking for along side the machinery, having this feel that eyes were on him, he didn't want to chance passing by the wrong equipment and being mangled to bits. So, instead, he chose to head up the steps of the catwalk and see what he could find in the rooms. It was, as he took his first step that he noticed an odd feeling within him one that was severed completely when he felt his cell phone vibrating inside his jean pocket. He took a few steps away from the stairs and pressed himself against a wall and into the shadows. Quietly, he brought the phone up to his ear and answered with a whispered, "Rabb."

It was Mac2, seemingly worried as to where he had been all day and why he hadn't called. Harm rolled his eyes, then trailed them up the stairs to the doors. Maybe he should go home, deal with the woman first and then follow his heart? After all, she may have a lead, a good one. "I'll be home soon, bye." He hung up in the middle of her tirade, slipped the phone into his pocket and sighed. Later today he would be back unless the imposter at Mac's apartment had a different idea as to where he should go. Sighing, he stepped backwards, his gaze settling up on the second level. He would be back, he swore that to himself.

Palmer stood inside the office looking down at Harm who was jogging towards the SUV. "Smart move, Harmy. . .smart move." Though he didn't want to, if the Commander got anywhere near the room holding Mac, he would grab his gun and shoot. Sure, he loved this game, but things were working too well. Now, what he needed to find out was how Harm knew of this place and if he should move Mac. That did pose a problem, where would he take Mac? Maybe it was time for him to start looking for another venue?

1626 Zulu
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown

Mac2 had been pacing the apartment for nearly an hour. Clark hadn't contacted her again and Harm wasn't answering her calls. What the hell had happened? Sighing, she went to the window and glanced out, nothing. Where the hell was Harmon Rabb! She tried the cell phone again, groaning when it went to voice mail. "What the hell is. . ."

The door opened and in walked Harm who plastered this amused grin on his face. During the drive over he kept thinking of methods to unmask the imposters game. At first, he'd opted for the quick approach, now, he wanted to torture her as much as she'd tortured him. One of the things he noticed was how Mac2's appetite seemed to change. So, he started with a bag of sandwiches from Beltway Burgers as an ode to Mac. "Sorry I took so long, sweetheart, I was getting us dinner."

He pulled out two huge, juicy burgers and an order of large fries in front of Mac2. Grinning slightly, he could almost see her stomach lurch out of disgust. This was just going to be too good. "Uh, what are. . . those." She held a hand to her mouth, her stomach turning slightly at the smell of meat. Nicole Halloren had been a vegetarian since her teens and was, a hell of a lot worse than Harm when it came to the food she ate. She'd been pleased that he was a health food junkie, but lately, his out of the blue presentation of meat was just repulsing.

Harm grinned, oh yea, his own torture techniques were going to be just lovely. "Two, juicy Beltway doubles from Beltway Burgers. . .Each sandwich has two huge, juicy patties, special sauce, topped off with bacon and cheese."

That was it, Nikki bolted across the apartment, running until she reached the bathroom. She came to her knees in front of the toilet throwing up the tea that she'd had just before Harm had arrived. He sat on the bed with a pleased smirk on his lips as he waited for her to be done. When she was, he wiped the smirk away, replacing it with his best concerned look. "I guess it's morning sickness, huh?"

She glared at him slightly. "I do not like meat."

Harm shrugged. "Surprising because, since I've known you that's all you prefer to eat." He grinned up at her and sighed slightly. "Must be one hell of a bought of amnesia if you can't even remember the foods you like, babe."

Nikki swallowed hard, she wanted to yell at him, to latch out, but it would give too much away. Instead, she bowed her head and headed out of the room. "I'm sorry, it's not like this is my fault."

He'd followed her out, glancing at everything she was doing with a new awareness. The imposter was seamless, she looked every bit like Mac, even the tattoo on her ankle matched. However, there were things that he noticed now, a way that she moved, the way she presented herself, it was all off. Even her voice, he noticed now, had a trouble hitting the correct pitch. "How do you say, 'I love you' in Farsi?"

Now that had her stumped completely. "Farsi?" She turned to him slowly, her brow furling in complete confusion. What the hell did Farsi have to do with anything?

Harm smiled. "Farsi, Russian, Japanese, Spanish, German. . .you're quite the linguist." He snapped his finger and put on this absolutely fake looking frown. "Oh, I forgot, you don't remember. . .that's right." He walked up to her, stopping less than a foot away. Mac2 looked up at him, seemingly terrified of his height, good. He reached his hand up, caressing her face gently. "You know, I'd do anything for Sarah MacKenzie. . .anything." Okay, why was he talking to her as if 'she' wasn't there? "And she knows I would have done something had I known." His hand stopped moving, but remained on her cheek where he pinched her.

"Owww! What the hell are you. . ." She tried to back away but hadn't realized that Harm moved her so that she was pinned between him and the wall. Her skin felt weird, he noticed how stretchy it became once it was between his fingers. Harm forcefully tugged at it, ripping the material from her skin, causing the woman to gasp from the pain. Half of the face ripped off, half stayed on, showing the difference in both skin colors. As she stared down at the other woman, his eyes widened in shock. It was the woman from the bar, that one that had knocked him out with a two by four. His facial features turned from shock to anger. And it wasn't anger at Palmer or the woman before him, no, Harm was angry with himself for not figuring this out sooner. "Please don't hurt me." The woman begged as she tried to press herself into the wall as far away from him as possible.

"Dr. Nicole Halloren, Palmer's partner." Harm spat out, his grasp on her tightening just a bit more. There were so many things he had to say, so many questions he wanted to ask, but they all seemed pointless. Instead, he moved his hands up to her throat, tightening slightly, promising bodily harm. "You're taking me to her NOW."

Nikki shook her head, though she knew she was had, she wasn't going to let him know everything, she wasn't that stupid. (Jury is still out on that one. ;)) "I don't know where she's being kept, you have to believe me."

He didn't, so he tightened his hold just a little more, enough to scare her but not enough to cause her to black out. "Then take me to him, you have to know where Palmer is."

She shook her head as best as possible. "I love Clark, I will not help you hurt him!"

"If you don't help me, he'll hurt her!" He realized this tactic wasn't working, apparently the woman was stupid enough to want to die for her lover. So he released her, enough for her to breath properly, then brought the pistol out of his pocket. "Sit down, Ms. Halloren."

Coughing, it took her several long minutes to get her breath. "You are. . .a bastard." She spat out between quick breaths. "Everything Clark. . . told me about you . . . was true!" Nikki took a seat on the sofa and glared up at Harm wishing her eyes were lasers so she could zap him into oblivion.

"No doubt he lied to you." Sighing, he sat on one of the side chairs keeping the gun trained on her, just in case. "Just what did he tell you about me? You were a psychiatrist, at least that is what my sources told me. . .How'd you lose it?"

Nikkie glared at him again, obviously off put by his comment. "I did not lose it, I just fell in love." Harm chuckled, the notion of someone falling for Clark Palmer was just disgusting. But, she insisted. "You apparently know nothing of love, Rabb if it took you so many years to snag that annoying Marine."

Harm grinned. "So tell me, how'd you get won over by a monster?"

This wasn't part of the plan, she wasn't going to tell him anything, but she was biding for time. No doubt Clark had to have been watching and if she could hold off Harm long enough, he'd save her. At least, she'd hoped Clark was watching. She told him about their first meeting, how she'd been cautious of Palmer but soon gave into his charms. Harm sat there, partially repulsed from the way she'd lovingly described the man. "He made me forget my husband and all of the pain I was in. . .He made me believe in love again."

The story would have been sweet and charming had it not been told about one of the most disgusting human beings on the planet. "And then you helped him escape and did a damned good job about it."

Nikki nodded. "It was the only way we could be together. . .He told me about you, how you wrecked his life with lies. . ."

"I didn't lie. . .he did, to you." Leaning forward he placed his elbows on his knees, hoping a bit of a heart to heart would change her mind about things. "If he loves you as much as you think, he wouldn't be using you. . .and he is. . . For Christ sake, if he cares so much, why are you here with me?"

But, apparently Palmer was better at brainwashing that he'd thought. "I am here with you because he needed me to do this, to destroy you. . . He does care about me. . .He loves me."

"You make him sound like such a swell guy."

"He is."

"When why did he do this? Why did he take Mac? She has no part in what I supposedly did to him."

"Collateral. . .He knew if he had her, you'd do anything to save her." She said snidely, grinning pleasantly as she heard a hard rap on the door. Harm seemed perturbed as to what he should do. "Ain't you gonna get that, Commander?"

Harm stood, walking backwards towards the door as he kept the pistol on Halloren. "If this is a set up." He made it to the door, but before he had a chance to take a quick peak through the peephole, the door was jimmied. It opened rapidly, slamming against his hand, causing him to drop the pistol. "Shit!"

As he lunged towards the gun, Palmer stepped in, kicking it away before closing the door behind him. He pointed his own gun at Harm, shaking his head in amusement. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. . .Now now, Harm. . You wouldn't hurt me would you?"

With a blood curling yell, Harm rushed Palmer, pounding him into the wall. The pistol slipped out of the former agent's hand, skidding across the floor. The two fought, hard punches were thrown to the face and abdomen, some missing, others connecting, but neither were fazed. Palmer pushed Harm off of him, then lunged at him as the Naval officer took one step too many away from his nemesis. The movement made Harm crash right atop of the coffee table and it broke in pieces from the stress of his body weight. Unfortunately, so did the glass vase that was on the table. It broke beneath him, the left side of his body crushing the vase and a thick shard of glass sunk into his skin. He yelled from the sensation of pain, but still came to his feet.

Harm made to lunge at Palmer again, but Halloren, who'd taken the gun that had slid across the floor, had other ideas. She bashed the gun over his head, but the blow didn't know him out. It didn't have to, because Palmer's version of sending people into unconsciousness came in a nice little syringe which he injected into Harm's neck. "Night night, Harmy."

"Don't. . .hurt. . .her." Were Harm's last words as his mind entered a tortured dreamland. . . . .

Ink – Drama classes? Might be why she is a drama queen. ;) Some women go through a period where some of the foods they like they start to hate. One of my best friends practically turned vegetarian, the taste of meat, unless it was severely seasoned, would just gross her the hell out. Sucked because she was a massive burger junkie. Hehehe. So, yea, Nikki was hiding behind that. Harm, I think he should have figured it out sooner, but when you are fed a lie, sometimes you belive it. ;)

Feverish – Yep, I think Webb and Cath go well together. I needed to get him the hell away from Mac, take away any little nutty notion that the he should come anywhere near her. ;) This works, takes him out of the picture and makes you feel jus a little bad for him that Harm clobbered him. . .or not. ;) I go for not. ;)

Nk – LOL! Aparently I can't go wrong when I hook Webb up with someone and send him away from mac. Works eh? ;)

Southern – He didn't sleep with her, and you are right about the footage ;) Kudos to you dood:) Nope, Nikki is so not preggers, it was just another ploy to screw with his mind.

Abigaile – LOL! Are you breathing easier now? ;)

Carby – Nah, yer not cheating, I think some people figured that there was no point to Plamer having a GF. LOL!

Mariarita – Yer not dumb, I did throw a lot of weird things in the story. :) But, now you know. I am prob jut too evil. ;)

Martini – I happen to think Mac is more connected than Harm is. . . Mac's actually "used" her gift, Harm I doubt he has a clue past "Ghostship" I've also been going on the fact that he's been stressed out, had his head bashed in. . .etc. ;) Writers privilege. ;)

Harmfan – LOL! Oh god Palmer and Harm… HELL no. . .jeez icky! Ewwww! Gross! Harm is going to beat himself a bit until he sees Mac and finds out the truth which was he didn't get busy with Halloren, thank God. . . .The bottom teeth I have a feeling at least one of mine have to come out. As much as I have a big ol Cuban mouth, apparently I can't fit all 32 teef ;)

Beccy – Webb and Mac's children. . .Jeez, sounds like the name of a horror flick LOL!

LtJGMeg – yea, scary huh? Little Palmers to screw with Harm and Mac's kids. LOL! Umm, are you sure you have the right Harm? Cos he is here. . .Uh oh. ;)

Froggy – I think you need to have that jaw looked at dood… Worrying me here. ;) He didnm't sleep with Mac2 I promise. :)

Jtb – Not too much to go! Angst rocks! ;)