"Settling the Score" epilogue
By Rita Widmer
AN: I want to thank everyone for their feedback, and coming back to read it when I finally finished it. This story will probably be my second to last JAG story. I have one more idea I want to write out that will just concentrate on the love between Harm and Mac, called, "They Can't Take That Away From Me." Don't look for it too soon since I'll be incapacitated for weeks after a major surgery, but I hope to do some writing the old-fashioned way on paper.
Sept. 12
Harm stretched out his long wary arms above his head. His body felt no better after sitting in the little hospital room for what seemed to be like years instead of a day. Focusing his eyes on the lady in front of him, he tried to block out the images that swarmed his head of yesterday.
General Cresswell and the others had stopped in several times, hoping for some good news, but there had been nothing to report. Part of him wanted to yell at her like some drill sergeant for her to wake up, and the other side knew even though he didn't like it the time meant her body was healing.
He laid his head down intending to rest a little before the next group of visitors would stop in after work. They needed her; well if he admitted it to himself he really needed her in his life. If Mac ever questioned her importance on Earth, she would have her answer now. The country was calling her a hero, and he couldn't blame them.
His eyes slowly shut with these thoughts all running through his head, and he didn't wake up until he felt something touching his hand. He looked to his right expecting Harriet or somebody stopping in to see her. To his surprise, no one was there, and then he looked to his left, and a smile slowly crept up on his face.
There before him were Mac's bright brown eyes staring at him. "Hello, hero," he quietly greeted her.
A blush made her cheeks bright even in the bad hospital light.
"Harm….," she groaned.
"That's just what the rest of the world is calling you. Why not me also?"
"All right, hero."
That got a little chuckle out of them. "How about we just stick to Butch and Sundance?" he asked.
"Deal."
"And Mac, just one last thing, please don't do that again to me." Harm's face turned serious.
"Why not?"
"Because I happen to love you and I need you."
Her eyes started fluttering shut from sleepiness, but before she fell asleep again, she whispered, "Love you too."
Truly The End