I know I promised this months ago, and I sincerely apologize for the delay, this actually took me about a day to write this, I hope you like the ending! -please let me know what you think

Mac looked groggily at Harm, and gave him a soft smile.

"Hey sailor."

"Hey marine." Harm couldn't help but grin, even half asleep; with a bandage on her head she was gorgeous. "How are you feeling?"

"Stupid." Harm put a hand under her chin, and massaged her cheek with his thumb.

"You have a month to feel stupid, but right now we need to get you home. Are you ready?"

"Okay." Harm nodded, and turned to position the wheelchair behind him before helping Mac into it.

Mac was asleep by the time Harm pulled parked in front of her building. Without a word, he quietly lifted her and made his way up to her apartment. Once she was settled on her bed, Harm noticed that she was still in the damp clothes she had gone jogging in and began searching for something dry. Without a second thought, he slid her tank top over her head, and replaced it with the fresh one. He then did the same with her shorts. Finally satisfied that she was all right, he pulled the covers up, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Achoo! Harm awoke to the sound of Mac sneezing. He had fallen asleep on her couch, and the bright sunlight seeping in the windows let him know it was past time for him to get up. He peeked his head in her bedroom, and found her resting against the headboard with a box of tissues in her lap. As he made his way inside, he was greeted with another violent sneeze.

"Easy there Mac, you're gonna blow the whole place down."

"Very funny Harm." Achoo!

Harm made his way to her bedside, and started picking up the half a box worth of tissues that already littered her floor.

"Do you have any cold medicine around?"

"I think," Achoo! "In the bathroom, maybe in the bottom drawer."

Snotty tissues in hand, Harm walked into her bathroom, and exited a few minutes later with a bottle of Robitussin.

"Ew." Mac wrinkled her nose at the sight of the bottle. "Don't I have anything else?"

"Sorry, didn't see anything. I know it's nasty, but it'll work." Harm was amused, watching her drink the repulsive cough syrup, and couldn't help but smile as she set it down on the night table and stuck her tongue out.

"How are you feeling?" Harm sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I've been better." She squeezed the hand he had placed over hers. "Thanks for coming out there Harm."

"I'm just glad you're okay." It was time for the million-dollar question. "Now, would you mind telling me what made you decide to go jogging by yourself in the middle of the night?"

Mac leaned her head back on the headboard, and squeezed her eyes shut. Then, slowly she opened them and looked into Harm's.

"Mic died."

Harm was caught off guard.

"What!"

She took a deep breath and began her explanation.

"I got a call around ten last night from an Australian lawyer saying that Mic had died, in an… an… an accident aboard one of the ships he was on. I don't really know all the details. Anyway, he listed me as his next of kin, and left everything to me. I didn't know whether he was still in love with me after all this time, or whether he just never got around to changing his will, or if… Anyway. It struck a nerve. I don't know why, and I just needed to clear my head."

"You almost married the man Mac, you're allowed to feel some emotion over his death." Harm was trying to be supportive for her, but the truth be told: he was glad the bastard was dead.

Mac's eyes met his, and she gave him a half-smile. She understood what he said, but she never loved Mic, and she didn't want anything to remind her of the mistake she almost made. Sometimes she found herself wondering if she would have gone through with the wedding if Harm hadn't crashed, and emotions for him had surfaced. She was even a bit thankful at times that he had. It saved her from making one of the worst decisions she could have ever made, one that would mean she and Harm would never be together.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I told the woman that I left Mic three years ago and don't want anything to do with him. It's like his last chance to rub the life that I gave up in my face."

"Do you regret not marrying him?"

"Not for a second."

This was music to Harm's ears. He couldn't have been happier that Mic had called off the wedding, but still couldn't bring himself to tell Mac how he felt about her.

"Why?" This was it; Harm was going to confess his feelings for her. It was the perfect opportunity, and he was tired of putting it off, worrying about how it might ruin a perfectly good friendship. Only, because they both cared so deeply for each other, their friendship wasn't anywhere near perfect.

"I guess… he just wasn't the right guy." Mac so desperately hoped Harm would come around and say what she had been feeling for nine years. She loved him, and that was why she hadn't married Mic. She knew he loved her too, if he'd only admit it.

"So, who's the right guy?" Harm was hoping her answer would be the right opening for what he had to say, but her reaction was the opposite. Instead of words, she closed her eyes and turned away, trying to hide the pain in her heart.

"Mac, look at me." The moment she turned away, he knew he had waited long enough, and if he didn't do something then, there was no second chance. Without another word, he cupped her chin, and leaned foreword, covering her lips with his own. She made no effort to resist, but wrapped her arms around his neck, and enjoyed the moment she had been longing for.

It was Harm, who finally lifted his head and said,

"I love you Sarah Mackenzie."

That was all it took, they were lost in each other's arms forever.