Disclaimer: I would if I could, but I can't so I won't. Own JAG, it's characters and anything else mentioned in this story, that is. All's good.

A/N: this can pretty much fit anywhere, atleast the first chapter, we'll see about the rest. I'm taking a shot at something other than fixing an episode I didn't like, hope it came out readable and at the very least entertaining!

Dreams Can Come True

"I'm so tired but I can't sleep,

Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

It's funny how we feel so much, we can not say a word,

Though we are screaming inside, oh, we can't be heard."

- I Will Remember You – Sarah McLachlan

My eyes hurt, I'm so tired. I've reached that state of fatigue that my muscles won't respond to the commands my brain sends. I'm lying in bed, incapable of moving, so freaking tired, and yet sleep eludes me. Life really is a bitch sometimes.

Thank god it's Friday, maybe I'll even sleep in tomorrow.

And spend my Saturday alone.

Most days I'm okay with being single. I really am. I love giving 110 percent at work. I love being a marine. I love my friends. I love my life. But. But sometimes my mind sneaks up on me and reminds me that I want more. That I hate going to sleep alone and waking up alone, that I need another reason to get out of that empty bed in the morning, go out to the world and give it my best shot. Mic was right – I am afraid of being alone.

Then, of course, I answer myself that if I wanted it so damn much I would've done something about it by now. I could always have adopted a child, I would've loved him or her as if he or she were my own, right?

To that I usually snap that a child deserves a home with a mother and a father who love him, not just a workaholic mom that gets sent away on missions every other day.

Then I usually drop my head to my hands and try to stop my thoughts altogether mentally and physically, threatening myself with therapy if I don't quit it with them spiraling thoughts that go absolutely nowhere.

Tonight I have to shut my mind up without the help of my hands, which have yet to regain their ability to move.

After a while my thoughts start drifting. Naturally I found myself thinking of Harm. He's my best friend, my partner, my confidant, my prince in shining armor, my fairytale ending. I really wish he was here… holding me… I shiver at the thought.

A sneaky scheme stole through the veil along with a sneaky smile. Maybe I could steal some of his cologne sometime – a drop or two on my pillow each night and I'll definitely have sweet dreams… I mentally shake the thought. Get a grip! So pathetic…

What I hadn't realized during this crazed episode is that my arm and hand muscles could move without the brain's permission if it was too preoccupied, and that they had gotten hold of the phone and dialed his number. That is until I heard the tone followed immediately by his voice.

"Rabb."

Ooooh boy, I'm in trouble. What do I say? Why did I call, again? Maybe I'll just hang up… to my dismay the tongue muscles have conspired with the hands'.

"Hey."

He was quiet a minute.

"Mac?"

"Mm-hmm."

Oh, shoot me now. I'll hate myself tomorrow.

"You okay, jarhead?"

He's worried. Am I ok? How do you define okay? Apparently he doesn't take my silence very well.

"Sarah? Are you alright?"

My brain is mush.

"I'm sleepy…"

I'm brain-dead and my tongue now has complete control and somehow it doesn't seem like it's going to relinquish it anytime soon. He is laughing and I now have what I'm sure is a silly grin plastered on my face.

"Are you? So why are you calling me instead of going to bed?"

"I am in bed… I wanted to hear your voice..."

Good bye Sarah MacKenzie – hello babbling love sick teenager.

There's a long pause on the line.

"Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?" he asks quietly.

I can see his soft smile from here.

"Yes please."

I really should tape my mouth shut when I'm this tired, I'm digging my own grave. A nice, cozy, warm one with Harm's voice bouncing off the walls, but a grave all the same.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess."

I feel like a small child at bedtime, begging for a fairytale before going to sleep.

"Now this princess was very very special, not only was she beautiful beyond compare, she was also very smart and tough and could take on anything and anyone."

He's talking about me, and suddenly I don't care how silly this all is and how I'll ever be able to look him in the eye. My own drift shut and I concentrate only on his steady voice.

"Her father always tried to get her to marry princes from far and near kingdoms, but those never matched the prince in her dream, and the headstrong woman would not accept second best.

One day, as the princess sat in the palace garden, she noticed something falling from the sky. It turned out to be a note rolled up and tied to a small colorful parachute. It read 'Oh, fair princess, word of you beauty and courage has reached my kingdom of far-far away. I hope you accept this small gift attached to the parachute. It is rock I have been given by my father as a small child. Do not be fooled by its simple appearance, it is a rock of great powers, it grants wishes, but only if they are asked by a pure heart seeking truth and love. I wish you your dreams come true and hope that some day I might be in them. 'Till that day, princess..'

Now the princess was very confused. She found the small green sparkling rock sewn to the parachute in a delicate web and freed it. The tiny rock was very smooth and seemed to calm the nerves.

'Oh prince,' the princess sighed, 'I do wish you were here instead of this note..'

'Your wish is my command, princess." The princess, naturally startled by this unexpected surprise, turned around to find the prince of her dreams walking towards her. It appeared he had been hiding behind a tree.

The prince smiled and bowed before the princess, who smiled back serenely and rushed to his arms."

His voice is slowly becoming softer and softer and I'm drifting off to a land with princes and knights and fairies.

"I wish you were here.." I sigh.

I wonder if I said that out loud. Fatigue truly is the best truth serum.

"Me too." He whispers.

"G'night, sailor.."

"Sweet dreams, princess."

"Love you.." I'm dreaming already. The phone slips from my ear and my hand slips under the covers as I drift into slumber at last.

TBC

I'm sorry, I just really wanted to post this first bit already and see what you guys think… too much babbling? Not enough? I promise to continue this and my other story as well, I just need some perspective. Hopefully it will come to me.. ;)