Disclaimers have been covered. Basically I don't own JAG, I'm merely borrowing it with every intention of giving it back when I'm done. Don't sue me, because I am but a poor college student living off mommy and daddy for 3 1/2 more years.
The inspiration for this chapter came from me aquiring a kitten for one night. A guy at my church found a 6 week old kitten on the freeway one day and brought it to church in hopes someone would adopt him. That someone was me, but alas my "existing cat" (Tigger) hated the new one, whom I named Abraham (previously named Gateway, but that was a gay name so I changed it to something more manly.). So Abe went to a friend's house and hopefully he'll get to stay there, because I have visitation rights.
So this is dedicated to my little Abraham.
Since they never mentioned Mac's b-day, I'm going to be a snob and make her birthday the same as mine. So May 23rd it is! Happy 19th birthday to me...
Friday, May 20, 2005
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
1944 EST--
Mac was sitting on her couch, reading a magazine and waiting for Harm to get there. He had told her at JAG that afternoon that he was going to pick up her birthday present and would be there promptly at 1945.
She heard a knock on the door and got up to answer it.
"Why didn't you use your key?"
"I couldn't let go of your gift."
She looked down and saw that he was holding a blanket. A blanket which was moving.
"I hope you like this, because if you don't I can't take it back. I'll have to take him home with me."
"Take who?"
Suddenly a little pink nose popped out, and Mac heard a meow coming from inside.
"Harm, you didn't..."
He uncovered the 'package' and the ugliest little kitten she'd ever seen turned it's head to look at it's new owner.
"Surprise." He smiled.
"You brought me a kitten?"
"Yeah. I know you miss Jingo, so I asked the owner of your building if I could get you a puppy. He said no, but a kitten would be okay."
She took the bundle from Harm.
"This is the ugliest little guy I've ever seen. But he's cute at the same time."
"So you like him?"
"I think he'll grow on me." She rubbed his head. "Thank you Harm."
He bent down and kissed her.
"Happy Birthday Sarah."
"Now we need to go to the pet store and get everything for him."
"True. Do you want to take him with us? He'll stay wrapped up in the blanket if you're holding him."
"Yeah, I don't want to leave him here."
"Okay then. Let's go."
"He'll need a name too."
"How about Harm Jr.?" He grinned.
"Uhh, no."
"Just a suggestion. You have any ideas?"
"I've always wanted to name my child Beau, and since children are highly unlikely for me, I'll have to used it on my pet." She got into his Lexus.
"That cat is not a Beau. Beauregarde means beautiful, which he is not."
"Oliver?" She suggested when he got in the car.
"Too formal."
"Quentin?"
"Too odd."
"Maxwell?"
"We could call him Max."
"Edgar?"
"No."
"Gilbert?"
"No. He needs a unique, but strong name." Harm argued.
"Sailor is a name."
"You really want to name your cat after the Navy?"
"No, not really. What about Baxter?"
"It reminds of the cat food commercial."
"Toby?"
"I like that one. That and Maxwell have been good."
"How about Tobias, but we'll call him Toby?"
"Sounds good."
"What do you think?" She looked down at the kitten. "Do you like Toby for a name?"
The cat meowed in agreement.
"Toby it is then."
They got to the pet store and Harm parked the car. He went around and opened Mac's door for her.
"You're becoming quite the gentleman."
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He smiled before leaning down and brush her lips with his.
Toby looked up and meowed at his new friends.
"Let's go get what we need for him, then I'll take you two for ice cream." Harm said.
50 minutes later Harm, Mac, and Toby came out of the store with everything they needed, plus some they didn't.
"We want some ice cream now." Mac said to Harm, who was pushing a cart filled with various feline paraphernalia.
"That's our next stop." He started putting everything in the back of his SUV.
Once Harm got into the driver's seat Toby wriggled out of his blanket and walked over onto Harm's lap and looked up at him.
"Hey there Toby."
Meow
"I bet you want some ice cream?"
Meow
Mac took the cat back, much to Toby's dismay, so Harm could drive.
Soon Harm parking in the lot of a little ice cream parlor.
"What kind of ice cream do you want?"
"I want a scoop of chocolate, and Toby wants a kid size scoop of vanilla."
"I'll be right back."
10 minutes later Harm got back in the SUV.
"One scoop of chocolate in a cone for the beautiful Marine, and one cup of vanilla for the young feline."
"Thank you Harm."
"You're welcome." He said before taking a bite of his scoop of vanilla.
"Toby is enjoying his." Mac said, looking down at the kitten who was furiously licking away at the small scoop.
"It looks like he has the eating habits of his mother..."
"Shut up Flyboy."
Harm grinned and pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Mac's apartment.
The End.