Previously
Mac turned to Harm as he bent over to get his stool and sit once more. "What's up Harm?" Mac asked truly concerned. "Huh? Who me? Nothing." Harm said all to nonchalantly and Mac noticed. "Don't give me this shit again Harm. I have had it up to here with your 'I'm a macho fighter pilot' shit." Mac's voice was rising to near the point of yelling. "And do NOT try and defend that cause you have been throwing the fact that I am a woman at me all week and it's get." Mac's rampage was cut off by Harm getting up and pulling Mac into a hug. "I am so so sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am Ninja Girl. I ran out today cause I saw the tears in your eyes and I couldn't take it, I had to get out of there." "So you came to a bar and got drunk?" Mac asked incredulously. "No I didn't. I came here to talk to Mike I haven't had anything other than water since I got here." Harm said, and Mac noticed the hurt look in his eyes at her accusation. "Why come here then?" Mac asked truly confused as to why he would go to bar to talk and not one of his friends. "I came here because today I truly hurt my best friend and aside from her Mike is the only person I feel comfortable talking to about my life."
Now
Mac was speechless she couldn't think of anything to say. Harm had hurt her today, but to see him go to someone else made her gut wrench. She looked at Harm and opened her mouth to talk, but she couldn't fit any words together.
Harm got up to leave noting her lack of response and not wanting to make the situation any worse than he already had.
Mac saw Harm moving toward the exit so she got up and stopped him before he could walk out on her twice today. "Harm where do you think you're going?"
"Somewhere else before I make more of a mess than I did this morning." Harm said without looking at her face, for fear of what he may find written there.
"Harm look at me." Mac asked, "now tell me what's up." Looking at Harm not getting quite the response she wanted, "please, best friend to best friend."
Harm looked up at that point. "You really want to have a serious conversation?" Harm asked trying not to let the hopefulness show.
"Only if you do." Mac said still not willing to let him off the hook.
"Can we go somewhere then, like maybe my place?"
Mac just nodded and the two of them walked out silently.
Harm's Apartment North of Union Station
Mac was the first to get there so she waited in her can for Harm to get there. When he did they both sat in there cars for a minute before Harm looked over to Mac then got out of his car and went up to his apartment.
Mac saw Harm look at her and she saw the battle going on between in his eyes. She waited a minute before following Harm up to his apartment. When she got to the door she almost turned around and fled, but realized that it was open and that Harm was sitting on the couch waiting for her.
Mac went into the familiar apartment, but felt the tension that was never there before she felt the fear, the guilt, she felt all the he was feeling and it frightened her. Harm looked to her again and opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. Mac knew she would have to start even though it was his fault this time around.
"Harm I know you didn't mean it today, but the fact you could even think that was what hurt me so much." Mac opted for talking about what happened today to open up the conversation. Still all Harm could do was stare blankly ahead of him. "Harm this would be a lot easier to resolve if you would talk to me"
"I know" Harm simply stated. After a moment he continued, "I never meant for it to hurt you, I never meant for you to hear it, I never even meant for me to think it, but I was so furious at you for the stunt you pulled with that guy and I guess I just lost control." Harm said helplessly.
"Did my flyboy just say he lost control?" Mac asked trying to bring in the constant bickering they had without realizing what she had said.
"What?" Harm asked in disbelief.
"I said did my flybo." Mac cut short catching what she had said this time, and put her hands to her mouth as if trying to push that back in her mouth.
"Mac when did you start thinking of me as yours?" Harm said cautiously
Mac not knowing if this was a good thing or not, didn't know how she should answer that question, "Honestly?"
"Honestly"
Mac sighed and plopped down on the couch net to him. "Well it started a little bit ago, but it was a realization that I have thought of you as mine since I pulled you into the helicopter at Red Rock Mesa."
Mac turned to Harm as he bent over to get his stool and sit once more. "What's up Harm?" Mac asked truly concerned. "Huh? Who me? Nothing." Harm said all to nonchalantly and Mac noticed. "Don't give me this shit again Harm. I have had it up to here with your 'I'm a macho fighter pilot' shit." Mac's voice was rising to near the point of yelling. "And do NOT try and defend that cause you have been throwing the fact that I am a woman at me all week and it's get." Mac's rampage was cut off by Harm getting up and pulling Mac into a hug. "I am so so sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am Ninja Girl. I ran out today cause I saw the tears in your eyes and I couldn't take it, I had to get out of there." "So you came to a bar and got drunk?" Mac asked incredulously. "No I didn't. I came here to talk to Mike I haven't had anything other than water since I got here." Harm said, and Mac noticed the hurt look in his eyes at her accusation. "Why come here then?" Mac asked truly confused as to why he would go to bar to talk and not one of his friends. "I came here because today I truly hurt my best friend and aside from her Mike is the only person I feel comfortable talking to about my life."
Now
Mac was speechless she couldn't think of anything to say. Harm had hurt her today, but to see him go to someone else made her gut wrench. She looked at Harm and opened her mouth to talk, but she couldn't fit any words together.
Harm got up to leave noting her lack of response and not wanting to make the situation any worse than he already had.
Mac saw Harm moving toward the exit so she got up and stopped him before he could walk out on her twice today. "Harm where do you think you're going?"
"Somewhere else before I make more of a mess than I did this morning." Harm said without looking at her face, for fear of what he may find written there.
"Harm look at me." Mac asked, "now tell me what's up." Looking at Harm not getting quite the response she wanted, "please, best friend to best friend."
Harm looked up at that point. "You really want to have a serious conversation?" Harm asked trying not to let the hopefulness show.
"Only if you do." Mac said still not willing to let him off the hook.
"Can we go somewhere then, like maybe my place?"
Mac just nodded and the two of them walked out silently.
Harm's Apartment North of Union Station
Mac was the first to get there so she waited in her can for Harm to get there. When he did they both sat in there cars for a minute before Harm looked over to Mac then got out of his car and went up to his apartment.
Mac saw Harm look at her and she saw the battle going on between in his eyes. She waited a minute before following Harm up to his apartment. When she got to the door she almost turned around and fled, but realized that it was open and that Harm was sitting on the couch waiting for her.
Mac went into the familiar apartment, but felt the tension that was never there before she felt the fear, the guilt, she felt all the he was feeling and it frightened her. Harm looked to her again and opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. Mac knew she would have to start even though it was his fault this time around.
"Harm I know you didn't mean it today, but the fact you could even think that was what hurt me so much." Mac opted for talking about what happened today to open up the conversation. Still all Harm could do was stare blankly ahead of him. "Harm this would be a lot easier to resolve if you would talk to me"
"I know" Harm simply stated. After a moment he continued, "I never meant for it to hurt you, I never meant for you to hear it, I never even meant for me to think it, but I was so furious at you for the stunt you pulled with that guy and I guess I just lost control." Harm said helplessly.
"Did my flyboy just say he lost control?" Mac asked trying to bring in the constant bickering they had without realizing what she had said.
"What?" Harm asked in disbelief.
"I said did my flybo." Mac cut short catching what she had said this time, and put her hands to her mouth as if trying to push that back in her mouth.
"Mac when did you start thinking of me as yours?" Harm said cautiously
Mac not knowing if this was a good thing or not, didn't know how she should answer that question, "Honestly?"
"Honestly"
Mac sighed and plopped down on the couch net to him. "Well it started a little bit ago, but it was a realization that I have thought of you as mine since I pulled you into the helicopter at Red Rock Mesa."