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Next chapter people. (I love the Admiral. I know this happened a while ago but I have to watch all of the JAG episodes on USA (the channel) because I don't have CBS. So no one tell me what happens in the ninth season. Well, I would appreciate it if you told me just one thing, Harm survived the plane crash, right, (I get down on my knees and start to pray) and what about Webb. I swear if they kill him I will go over there and strangle the producer. (For the record... that was a joke.) back to the original thought. I hate what they did to him when he was trying to propose to Meredith. (I think that was what her name was.) they made a complete idiot out of him. Anyway, next chapter.
1900 ZULU Harm's apartment March 11, 2003
Harm awoke feeling much better, he panicked for a second when he couldn't open his eyes, but then calmed down. He could hear pots being moved around and he smelt the faint aroma of pasta.
"Mac?" he called. The door opened in a couple of seconds. Mac came in, and with her came in the smell of her perfume.
"You awake sailor?" she asked gently.
"Yeah," Harm answered, shifting carefully so that he was sitting up, his arm was still sore.
"Looks like the jarheads finally learned how to cook." Harm said, he wished he could see her at that moment; no doubt she was giving him one of her heart melting smiles. Mac walked up to his bed,
"The Admiral and Harriett are here, and Clay and Bud are on their way." Harm smiled,
"Ah. so Harriett's cooking," he said.
"No Commander, I am," said a familiar gruff voice.
"Admiral?" Harm said, sitting up a bit straighter. "I didn't hear you come in."
Harm couldn't shake the picture of the Admiral in a flowered cooking apron from his head.
"I didn't know you could cook sir," he said.
"Harm, it's AJ, we're off duty." Harm said,
"Yes s. I mean AJ, sir." The Admiral shook his head at that, then added to his first statement, "And I'm not cooking voluntarily; Harriett and Mac ganged up on me and insulted us bachelors about our cooking. They said we couldn't cook." AJ said, waiting for Harm's inevitable retort. Sure enough.
Harm raised his eyebrows, "Really," he said "Major MacKenzie here compliments my cooking all the time."
AJ played along, "Well then, we have to see how well the Major cooks, don't we." he said,
Harm added, "Well, I don't know, I don't want to eat anything cooked by a jarhead."
The Admiral was on the edge of cracking up, "Yeah, it might be toxic."
Both Harm and AJ burst out laughing at the same moment. Mac waited until the laughing subsided, then said sweetly.
"AJ, I think the sauce is burning."
Harm heard The Admiral run out of the room, and then smelt what Mac had before him, a slight burning scent. Then he noticed how dark it was, a shiver went down his spine,
'Get a hold of yourself.' He told himself sternly.
Mac had noticed Harm's shiver and knew it had nothing to do with the temperature; she sat down next to him and pushed a stray hair out of his forehead. He relaxed visibly at her touch. Mac held his hand, and he squeezed it.
"It's all right Harm." She said.
"It's just so. dark." Harm replied
"I know flyboy." She said, squeezing his hand again.
Push the little purple/blue/some color that I don't know button and review. If you don't, I'll cry. *lower lip starts to tremble*
Next chapter people. (I love the Admiral. I know this happened a while ago but I have to watch all of the JAG episodes on USA (the channel) because I don't have CBS. So no one tell me what happens in the ninth season. Well, I would appreciate it if you told me just one thing, Harm survived the plane crash, right, (I get down on my knees and start to pray) and what about Webb. I swear if they kill him I will go over there and strangle the producer. (For the record... that was a joke.) back to the original thought. I hate what they did to him when he was trying to propose to Meredith. (I think that was what her name was.) they made a complete idiot out of him. Anyway, next chapter.
1900 ZULU Harm's apartment March 11, 2003
Harm awoke feeling much better, he panicked for a second when he couldn't open his eyes, but then calmed down. He could hear pots being moved around and he smelt the faint aroma of pasta.
"Mac?" he called. The door opened in a couple of seconds. Mac came in, and with her came in the smell of her perfume.
"You awake sailor?" she asked gently.
"Yeah," Harm answered, shifting carefully so that he was sitting up, his arm was still sore.
"Looks like the jarheads finally learned how to cook." Harm said, he wished he could see her at that moment; no doubt she was giving him one of her heart melting smiles. Mac walked up to his bed,
"The Admiral and Harriett are here, and Clay and Bud are on their way." Harm smiled,
"Ah. so Harriett's cooking," he said.
"No Commander, I am," said a familiar gruff voice.
"Admiral?" Harm said, sitting up a bit straighter. "I didn't hear you come in."
Harm couldn't shake the picture of the Admiral in a flowered cooking apron from his head.
"I didn't know you could cook sir," he said.
"Harm, it's AJ, we're off duty." Harm said,
"Yes s. I mean AJ, sir." The Admiral shook his head at that, then added to his first statement, "And I'm not cooking voluntarily; Harriett and Mac ganged up on me and insulted us bachelors about our cooking. They said we couldn't cook." AJ said, waiting for Harm's inevitable retort. Sure enough.
Harm raised his eyebrows, "Really," he said "Major MacKenzie here compliments my cooking all the time."
AJ played along, "Well then, we have to see how well the Major cooks, don't we." he said,
Harm added, "Well, I don't know, I don't want to eat anything cooked by a jarhead."
The Admiral was on the edge of cracking up, "Yeah, it might be toxic."
Both Harm and AJ burst out laughing at the same moment. Mac waited until the laughing subsided, then said sweetly.
"AJ, I think the sauce is burning."
Harm heard The Admiral run out of the room, and then smelt what Mac had before him, a slight burning scent. Then he noticed how dark it was, a shiver went down his spine,
'Get a hold of yourself.' He told himself sternly.
Mac had noticed Harm's shiver and knew it had nothing to do with the temperature; she sat down next to him and pushed a stray hair out of his forehead. He relaxed visibly at her touch. Mac held his hand, and he squeezed it.
"It's all right Harm." She said.
"It's just so. dark." Harm replied
"I know flyboy." She said, squeezing his hand again.
Push the little purple/blue/some color that I don't know button and review. If you don't, I'll cry. *lower lip starts to tremble*