YES it was GOING to end on 5, but I had an idea to take a year into the future for Harm and Mac, something the show didnt do, so why not? Besides I have two weeks to kill until I go on vacation. It's just not coming soon enough. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE SOON! ARGH! Okay, I'm fine BREATHE!
Mucho thanks to Vered for betaing this puppy, else it wouldn't have gotten out tonight. Your 50 yen are in the mail. ;) hugs
And onward we goooo. :D Oh, this is the wedding. ;) I don't like weddings, they bore me, but it took about 5 hours to put all of this together today, be kind. :)
Jackie
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PART 5 – Symbols Of Love And Trust
1500 Local
Hotel Del Coronado
San Diego, California
The lulling sound of waves crashing made a beautiful, natural soundtrack, which complimented the soft music played by a string quartet. A lovely, lush, green garland covered in white roses and baby's breath ran along the inside of the two columns of wooden white chairs. It left an aisle, which came to an end in front of a wedding arch, covered in the same garland and white roses, but with the addition of white callas. The staff had really worked overtime on this wedding, especially hearing that the couple had been 'courting' for about a decade.
The day was lovely for the wedding on the beach with clear blue skies and pleasant temperatures. Thankfully, the sun was not too hot that day, causing the sand to be warm and cozy instead of scalding. Under the wedding arch stood Chaplain Turner, Bud and Harm who couldn't help but fidget. He looked incredibly handsome in his white and tan suit which, somewhat reminded him of dress whites. He was actually kind of tempted to pin on his gold wings in order to joke with Mac, but decided to take things seriously. "Where IS she?" He hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it came out anyway.
"Harm, relax, son. . .Women like to take their time. . .It's a big day for her too. I am sure she just wants to look her best." Chaplain Turner said, patting Harm on the shoulder for reassurance. To Harm there really wasn't a need for her to get all made up, she was beautiful to him anyway.
His heart nearly came out of his chest when the string quartet began one of the songs picked for the wedding party to enter. 'Here we go.' He said to himself, took a deep breath and prayed he wouldn't make a fool out of himself. Smiling he watched as Francesca's three year old daughter (She'd been married to a lovely Italian, for a few years) walked down the aisle throwing white flowers. Then came little AJ, dressed in a similar suit like the other men, carrying a pillow with the wedding bands. Proudly, he walked down the aisle, coming to a stop in front of Harm and Bud. Conspiringly he grinned up at Harm as if he knew something no one else did, making the adults chuckle.
Next was Harriet, the matron of honor, who's radiant smile lightened the afternoon up just a little bit more. She smiled quickly at Harm, but only had eyes for her husband who stood stoically with his hands on his son's shoulders.
"Here we go, Harm." Bud whispered to his friend, glancing up towards the garden of the hotel where Mac would descend from with AJ. It wasn't too far away from the beach, but, he knew that special walk down the aisle seemed to last a lifetime. "You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life."
Harm turned to his friend and smiled, then cast his eyes towards Mac's figure. It was her decision not to have a veil, but, instead, her hair had been adorned with a flower and baby's breath. She held tightly to AJ's arm, sighing deeply as she gave a prayer of thanks for this moment. "Breathe, Mac." AJ said with a grin as they inched closer to the wedding party. When she was able to fully see Harm, her breath caught. He looked better than ever and the way his eyes had met her own, it was like they were the only two on the beach that afternoon.
Chaplain Turner stepped forward when Mac and AJ arrived, "Who gives this woman away?"
AJ turned towards Mac and smiled. "I do." He bent down and kissed her cheek, then took her hand and placed it in Harm's. "Take care of her, Commander, THAT's an order."
Gently, Harm took her hand and nodded. "Aye, aye, sir." His breath hitched as he took in her beauty. "You look beautiful, Sarah."
"And you look handsome, Harmon." She grinned at the usage of his given name and then turned with Harm to face the Chaplain. On the outside, they both seemed to be cool and collected, but they knew each other too well, on the inside they couldn't wait until they kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
"Dearly beloved. . .we are gathered here today to join Harmon Rabb Junior and Sarah MacKenzie." Chaplain Turner began, but Harm's thoughts were somewhere else. It was unbelievable the year they've had, the stunts they went through to be together. But it worked and, in the end, they'd made it. Though he knew he should have been paying attention to the chaplain, he couldn't help turning to look at Mac. Breathtaking just couldn't cover it, she was absolutely radiant and perfect, simply perfect. He was falling in love with her all over again. "Many here have witnessed the evolution of their relationship. The detours both have taken on the road to one another's hearts. . But now, I invite you to celebrate the road that they've embarked on together. A road of fidelity, trust and unconditional love. . ."
Mac too couldn't help but take glances at Harm. She was sure he'd never been this happy. It nearly made her giggle to see such a satisfied smirk on his face. It was, absolutely adorable. She couldn't quite believe they'd gotten to this point, especially with their ups and downs. The Chaplain had mentioned 'detours,' but, for Mac, it was more like 'road blocks.' She'd fought, at one time, so hard to stop loving him, littlie did she know that he'd just take her heart all over again. Then again, she couldn't quite remember a time he didn't have her heart. She'd given it to him almost immediately despite his oblivious nature as to her feminine wiles. "Today we are witnessing more than just the exchange of rings. We are witnessing the union of two souls. Souls who can not fully be free without one another. This sacred bond melts two hearts and minds, two lives and makes them as one. We ask God, the Almighty, to bless this union from now until eternity."
Chaplain Turner paused, glanced at the couple and then towards the congregation. "If there is anyone who knows of a reason why Harmon and Sarah should NOT be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace."
There was a complete silence that broke out, even the seas and Mother Nature seemed to quiet down and hold their breaths. Harm and Mac refused to look into the crowd, instead, their heads were cast down as they held each other's hands for dear life, praying that God would grant them just one more miracle. Harm feared that Clay would interrupt, since he believed the super spook still harbored an infatuation for Mac. Mac, on the other hand, was just waiting for someone like Renee to trudge up the sand and try to whisk Harm away from her. Nothing happened.
In all of his years as a servant of God, Chaplain Turner had never seen an objection during a wedding service. He was more than ecstatic that, this afternoon, that streak continued. "The bride and groom have vows for one another. . .Harm, if you will?"
With a nod, and a deep breath of encouragement, Harm turned fully to Mac, keeping her hands in his. "Sarah. . .Mac, as I stand here longing to be your husband, I also stand here as just a man needing you to forgive me for all of the things I've done. . ." He paused for a moment, gathering in the speech he knew by heart, but wanting it to sound genuine and non-scripted. "I never really believed in love until you crept into my heart. . . Since then, all I wanted was to love you and be loved by you. . . You've been there for me through thick and thin, believing and trusting in me when no one else would. I thank you, for everything you've done and anything else you're willing to do. . . You have my heart and soul, Sarah. All I ask is to have yours in return and keep them forever because I love you so much and can't live without you." He told himself he wouldn't cry, and yet, his body betrayed him. Reaching up, Mac brushed away his tears and he did the same to hers.
She held his gaze, smiling as Chaplain Turner gave them a moment to compose themselves before Mac began her vows, deciding to start them the same way she started a conversation with him so long ago. "Harm, there is so much I want to say to you, I just can't find all the words. . .But I'll try." She smiled at him and sighed happily. "Since we met, I felt this special connection to you, one that continued to blossom in ways that are empowering, mysterious and wonderful . . ." Stopping for a moment, her breath hitched slightly as she recalled what brought them to this moment. Nightmares still seemed to plague her from time to time, often making sleep restless as she remembered Webb telling her that Harm had died. She refused to believe it and yet, part of her wanted to give in and let him rest. Thank God she never did. "Earlier this year, when you were missing, I knew I'd never be the same, that I would never find true love again if I lost you. . . You took my heart from the get go, Harm. . . You made me believe that real, pure love does exist. You made me believe that the past can be undone. That if we hold on to each other, we can survive anything. . . I love you, Harm, with all my heart and soul and pledge my undying devotion to you now and forever."
They were still looking at each other as if there was no one on the beach but them. Harm ran his thumbs gently over the back of Mac's hands, smiling a dazzling smile as he tried to control the beating of his heart. This was really happening, she was really going to be his. He was really going to be hers. "Sarah, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live."
Mac never took her eyes off of Harm's. "I do." She said in a strong voice, one that carried over the crowd leaving no doubt as to her want and need to be with Harm.
"Harmon, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do." He said, his voice cracking slightly from the emotions running threw him. 'This is it.' He thought. 'This is the beginning of the rest of my life.' He felt her hands tighten in his and couldn't help the exhilaration he felt as his mind kept reminding him that she DID say 'I do.'
Chaplain Turner, though he'd been present through many weddings, was also moved by their words. He took a moment to compose himself, then turned to little AJ. "The rings, please."
For once, it actually seemed that a child was interested in the on goings of a wedding. He was looking up at Harm and Mac with an admiration in his eyes. So much that Bud had to nudge him slightly. "Give Chaplain Turner the rings, son."
Little AJ smiled up at Harm and Mac and then offered the pillow with the rings to Chaplain Turner, then came to stand back next to his father. "Did I do good, daddy?"
Bud grinned. "Yea, you did."
Chaplain Turner placed the rings in his prayer book and then rested his hands over them as he continued the ceremony. "These rings are a precious metal, symbols of love and fidelity, circular, with no beginning and no end. It seals Harm and Sarah's vows, binding them together in unity, love and happiness for the rest of their lives." He took the smaller ring, placed it in Harm's hand. "Sarah, I give you this ring as a symbol of our love and trust. With all that I am and all that I have, I honor you. With this ring, I thee wed."
Harm glanced at the ring, took Mac's left hand in his and positioned the ring just at the tip of her finger. Then, he repeated, "Sarah, I give you this ring as a symbol of our love and trust. With all that I am and all that I have, I honor you. With this ring, I thee wed." He slid the ring home, brought her hand up and kissed right over the ring.
Mac shivered slightly, he really wanted to be with her forever. Next, she felt a ring pressed into her hand, which she glanced down at. Smiling, she waited for Chaplain Turner to begin the wedding exchange and then she repeated. "Harm, I give you this ring as a symbol of our love and trust. With all that I am and all that I have, I honor you. With this ring, I thee wed." She slid his ring home and, just like Harm, kissed right over the ring.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. . . These who God have put together, let no man put asunder." Chaplain Turner turned to Harm, who was looking rather antsy, and, with a grin, said. "Harm, you may now kiss your bride."
Harm stepped closer to Mac, bringing their bodies together. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he dipped his head and took her lips with his own. The kiss was a little less than chaste, but, given their locale, he was able to get away with a proper kiss. As they broke apart and faced the group Chaplain Turner's voice carried over the applause. "It is my honor to present to you, Commander and Mrs. Harmon Rabb Junior."
Harm led Mac down the aisle as the wedding party threw white rose petals over the two of them. Mac leaned into Harm and chuckled. "Doing this beach wedding I got saved from being smacked on the. . ." She was going to say 'six' until she saw Sturgis standing at the end holding a Navy saber in his hand. Across from him, Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez also stood, holding his saber against Sturgis' to make one small arch. "Oh God." She glanced over at Harm. "You set this up didn't you?"
"Nope. . . that was all their doing. . . Aww, jeez, brace yourself, Marine." As they headed under the solitary arch, Mac's six was tapped by Sturgis' saber along with a "GO NAVY!" And Harm's was tapped by Gunny's saber with a "SEMPER FI!"
1610 Local
Hotel Del Coronado
San Diego, California
For the reception, all of the guests headed to the hotel and into the Windsor cottage which allowed for a cozy setting for the reception. The group toasted Harm and Mac with sparking apple juice and then the happy couple went to the center of the room for their first dance. "You're shaking." Harm said softly.
Mac nodded. "I just, can't believe all of this is happening. . . that you're mine."
"Possessive aintcha?" Harm said with a chuckle, then pulled her close as the music started. 'For all those times you stood by me. . . For all the truth that you made me see. .' If possible Harm pulled Ma closer, as the lyrics to Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me" poured through the speakers. It wasn't his first choice in music, in fact, he always thought the song was just, utterly sappy. But, a few days earlier as they sat in front of Frank's computer going over songs, Mac had brought up the lyrics and made him read it.
There were plenty of songs to choose from but some of them were just a little too upbeat for their first dance as husband and wife. Others, the chorus was fine, but the rest of the lyrics were horrible. He wouldn't admit to Mac that her choice was better than his, but, she was right, the lyrics were perfect.
Frank took his wife's hand, pulling her close for a hug. He was sure he'd never seen her THIS happy. "You look like a blushing bride, honey."
"I feel like one too." She parted slightly from him and leaned in to kiss her husband. "I love you."
So many times he wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't met Trish. He would have probably been married to the wrong woman, in a horrible marriage. Not that being with Trish was a picnic, there were times that she could drive him absolutely mad. But, he loved her and she loved him. He knew that he wasn't just second best either, though his wife always had an undying love for her first husband. He accepted that and, in a way, believed that Harm senior was the one that put them together. How else could he have survived the tornado that was Harm junior in his childhood days? "I love you too." He turned to Harm and Mac, grinning conspiringly at the surprise that he and Trish had been secretly working on with the best man and the matron of honor.
Hours later, when the wedding had dwindled down and both the bouquet and garter had been thrown, Harm and Mac had headed into the hotel and towards the exquisite suite that would be theirs for the night. "Harm!" Without warning, after unlocking the door, he swooped her up into his arms, flashing her a flyboy smile as he crossed over the threshold.
"It's tradition." He smirked as he set her down on her feet once they were inside. Her hands ran up and down his arms teasing him through the sports jacket. "Hmm. . .I'm thinking you're in the mood to start yet another tradition?" There was a twinkle in his eyes as his head dipped down and his lips brushed hers ever so slightly.
Mac's hands move up towards his shoulders and to the nape of his neck. She pulled his head down kissing him passionately only to break away and speak to him in a sultry voice. "I'm going to slip into something just a little more comfortable and a lot more revealing." She bit her lower lip, slipped her hands away from him and turned to walk towards the bathroom. "Don't you go anywhere, sailor."
Dumbly, he nodded with his mouth hanging slightly open. It took a few seconds for him to snap out of it. This was MAC! His girlfriend. . . er, wife. And. . . "Wife. . ." He said in a gentle voice, whispering to himself as the wonderful feeling settled in. "She's my wife. . ." He recovered when he heard the basin faucet turn on and Mac humming softly in the bathroom. "Oh." That's when he remembered his duties as a husband.
Quickly, he set into motion, using the dimmer to give the honeymoon suite an even more intimate ambiance. He took off the sports jacket and dress shirt, draping them both over the back of a chair. Next he slipped off his shoes, socks and trousers. He rummaged through his bags, pulling out his cologne and spritzing himself. Then, he stood in front of the mirror, fixed his hair and flexed his muscles. From the slightly open door, Mac watched him, holding back a giggle.
Harm walked to the bed, pulled back the covers and neatly positioned both the blankets and pillows before laying right in the middle in wait. It was mean, but Mac decided to let him sit for a while longer. For that matter, it was hell on her control as well. Grinning, she glanced downwards at the nightgown she was wearing. It was the same she'd pulled out when they were sharing a hotel room in Russia. It was old, but very well kept, mostly because it was back in it's lingerie box, out of sight and out of mind, until they'd decided to go to California again. She'd been saving it for the perfect moment and this was definitely the moment. Mac could still remember the grin he tried to hide when she emerged from the bathroom dressed in that for the first time. There was a change in the air that night, and perhaps a change in their relationship, but neither could pursue it. It was one of the many times that she'd tried to hint to him that she wanted him as more than just a friend. It may have been a wrong moment, but she couldn't help herself.
Sighing, she killed the lights in the bathroom and stepped out. "Oh wow." His voice drew out huskily and Harm sprung up in bed, throwing his legs over the side. Standing, he came to her stopping just a foot short. His eyes drank her in. "That looks better on you now than it ever did, Sarah."
Mac grinned. "I was hoping you'd still like it."
"I liked it then. . a lot, but the timing was. . ." She placed a finger on his lips, hushing him.
"I know. . . but, now you have a chance." Again her hands slid up his arms, tickling his skin. "So whatcha gonna do about it, flyboy?" She teased him, her voice hitting a sultry note that was winding him up so much he was sure another touch would be the death of him.
"This." He kissed her, slow, passionately, pouring in every ounce of devotion that he had for her. Harm swooped her into his strong arms, keeping his lips on hers as he moved them towards the bed. Gently, he set her down in the center, then stepped back. God, she was beautiful and though he loved the nightgown, the only thing he would love more is to see it in a pool on the floor. He never really figured out what was the need for lingerie, it wouldn't be on her for more than a few minutes anyway. Mac slid over a bit, making room for him on the side of the bed.
Harm lay on his side next to her, propping his head up with his elbow. She made move, to touch and kiss him, but Harm stopped her hands. "No no. . . let me, Mac. . ." She raised an eyebrow in confusion, usually he really enjoyed her touches and caresses, it was a bit odd that he was stopping her. "It's just that, seeing you in this makes me remember all of the times that. . ." He didn't want to use the word 'rejected,' but that was exactly what he'd done to her. ". . . Let's just say I have a lot to make up for. . . we have plenty of time to play, I just. . . really want to do this, please. . . just lay back and close your eyes."
Mac wasn't too sure what he was trying to do, but she conceded anyway. "Okay. . . I'll trust you." She laid her head back, closed her eyes and felt every single nerve ending in her body humming with want for him. "But, you better hurry sailor, I'm getting antsy here." She teased, glancing at him with loving eyes as they began a dance nearly as old as time.
They both had lasted longer than they'd expected, but that was a pleasant and welcomed surprise as Harm and Mac lay next to each other in a blissful afterglow.
Two hours before they were scheduled to head to the airport, Mac was lying in his arms, awake and mentally reliving the whole wedding ceremony. He loved her. Not that she doubted his love, but seeing him so eager and willing to profess his feelings for her in front of a group of people, it was icing on the cake. Moving her head from his shoulder, she noticed he too was lost in thoughts, probably ones similar to her own? "Penny for your thoughts?"
Harm smiled. "I was actually just thinking." He smiled as her fingers trailed over his face, his lips. Then he leaned in and kissed her softly. She was glowing, he could tell, through the dimly lit room.
Mac kissed his chest, right over his heart and snuggled in close. "What about?"
"The past. . . Annie, Jordan, Renee. . ."
Moving a slight bit away from him, she looked up, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You're thinking about other women while in bed with your wife?" She asked, in a voice full of amusement, not anger. "Sheesh, whatta way to boost a girl's bedroom skills."
Laughing, Harm drew her closer, kissing her passionately to dissipate any crazy belief that he did not want to be with her. "Not in that way. . . just, overall thinking about things. . . My feelings for you saved me a lot of heartache."
"But not enough?" She said, with a slight twinge of sadness in her voice. "We wasted so much time, Harm. . . I know we can't get that back. . . I am just thankful we finally got here. . . I love you so much, I. . . I know I wouldn't have ever been happy without you."
He knew that too, though there were plenty of women out there that could have satisfied him, they wouldn't have truly made him happy. "I feel the same for you, Mac. . . I always will."
She kissed him, then parted slightly with a grin on her lips. "Let me ask you a slightly pointless question, what did you see in Renee? Besides her being blond."
They laughed together, something he was sure they wouldn't have been able to do before about their pasts. "Hey, I am not all about blonds. . ." He defended, reaching out to touch the tip of her hair. "Although, would you mind terribly changing your hair color?"
She slapped his hand away, then wiggled out of his arms. "Not on your life, not even on a dare. . ."
"You'd look sooo weird blond." Harm made a face, then tugged her back into his arms.
"I'd probably look like a porn star, thanks."
"Well then." Mischievously, he reached behind, squeezing her six slightly.
"Harm!"
"To answer your question. . Renee. . was. . . entertaining." Which is the same way he described Renee to herself.
Mac raised her hand moving it around in order to stop any more divulging from his part. "Ugh, stop right there. . . I don't want to know THAT much, thank you."
"No No. . . I meant outgoing. . ." But there was something else that he couldn't tell her until then. "She was a substitute. . . After Sydney, I. . . I don't know, I think I wanted to spite you. . . show you that if you were with someone I could also be. . . I'm sorry for that."
"Don't be. . . I wasn't exactly very smart about the whole thing. . . I think I was just caught up in the moment. . . I kept waiting for you to stop me."
"I wouldn't have. . . I figured if you took the ring you knew what you wanted. . ."
Mac shook her head. "That was a moment of weakness for me. . . You. . . I took what you told me on the ferry as a rejection and my brain took off from there. . . I always thought you'd stop me. . . I don't know. . . I was trying to make you jealous."
"It worked. . . and I should have stopped you. But I wasn't sure I would make you happy."
"You're the only one that could have. . ." She snuggled up to him, fused her mouth to his own and kissed him slowly. "I love you, Harm. . . and I do forgive you for all of the wrong things you did to me. . . I need you to forgive me for the same."
"I have Mac. . . I have." With a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms fully around her, drawing her to him so that her head rested against his chest. "I can't wait to start our real honeymoon, Sarah. . . Have you all to myself."
"You've had me to yourself for a very long time, others just kept getting in the way." She splayed her hand on his chest, over his heart.
Harm reached up, placed his hands over hers. "I love you, Sarah. . . I always will.". . . . . . . . . . .
Okay, gang, sorry I haven't been "talkative" lately. Just been very tired, overworked, over stressed, out for blood and IN NEED of a vacation. I'll be leaving for two weeks in two weeks. Well, not two weeks we're doing a road trip for about 10 days, up to savannah, then not sure wher eand then Fort Wilderness in Disney. (Florida that is ;))
chawkchic- Yea, I wasn't sure what to "Make" Harm and I figured, hey, what the hell! Maybe not the best thing, I think it's been used before, but, doesn't really matter at this point as long as a) Webb stays out of their way b) Palmer is out of their way, c) Temir is out of their way and d) anyone else like ex's are out of their way, right? ;) Right!
Angee - Yep! Scroll to the bottom after these and I'll give you more dats on the next story up my sleeve. Which is, thus far, my personal fav. ;)
NK - Love is in the air! Love is everywhere:D I think Jen would look CUTE with Jason, not too sure how it would work, mercifully, I won't have to figure it out. ;)
Abigaile - Yea, it is,I have a picture on my puter somewhere. And was like! WOAH! SImple, cool, works for the beach, it's Mac! ;)
Feverish - Yea, Gibbs and Harm ... hehehe that would be interesting. Though, I think, after everything that happened, Gibbs had let bygones be. At least, in my world. ;)
LtJGMeg - Thanks:)
Starryeyes - Thank you!
jaggurl - Well, you get one more chappie from this one, then I'll only be posting a few chapters of The Fine Art Of Dating, too much going in my head to do any other big story at the moment.
Froggy - I like writing Harm and Mac, I think, especially after seeing the finale, if they were giving a chance to "date" there would ahve been moments like these that were cute and silly and special. So, did ya need the Kleenex? ;)
Aserene - It was as perfect as a person who doesn't like weddings could make them. How was it? You tell me:)
smithknk - I'll be on the road and in our RV so definately a lot of time to write, I hope. I don't expect to have a full story done (writers block DOES happen) but at least the first quarter maybe even half of it. :)
. . . . About The New Story . . .
-It Will be called "Return To Me" (That is unless I change the name ;)) which comes from a songby a band called October Project.The story I began writing last year when I was angry with how the show refused to "go there" with Harm and Mac continously dancing around.
So, I started writing a story that they HAD gone their seperate ways and it started in McMurphy's and Mac somehow wound up in San Diego. Well, when they announced the info for the season finale, I adapted that information (the original one that there would be a S11 and Harm would go to London and Mac would go to SD.) and fit it that they parted badly and spent about 4 years without contact whatsoever.
Harm, four years after parting, is "home" in San Diego and from the first chapter, the first line of the story you know he sees Mac. So it's about them repairing their friendship. She's still a JAG, heading up the SD office. Harm is doing something else (which you'll find out in the story) but remains as a reservist training youngsters to fly Hornets. (I took liberties, I can't just NOT see him in the Navy. I mean the way that man wears uniforms! Grrr!)
I would basically be MY version of S11, four years into the future and with Harm. Eat your heart out TPTB. ;)
Hope that interested you, if not, well I'll just post it for my enjoyment:D
