This is the second in my 'after the coin-toss' thing, actually inspired by a comment my sister made after we watched the final episode (for the sixty billionth time!). The first one, for anyone who's interested, is Forever's Gonna Start Tonight which can be found in my profile. With any luck, there'll be two more reasonably soon - muse depending. Huge huge huge thanks to delgaserasca for the beta. Hugs to you! Also, thanks to Rach for letting me ramble, and for not caring when I'm a complete and total fangirl over things.
Of course, I am Bellisario, I own Harm, Mac, and any other characters who may or may not be mentioned. Yeah, get real. I am but a poor fangirl, I own nada. Donations to the 'buying JAG' fund are always welcome!
"Hey, Mac?"
She sits on his sofa, curled into the corner, bare toes peeking out from beneath her. She stares out of the window watching the rain, watching a woman running as fast as she can while carrying a young child, trying to escape the downpour. She turns to face him when he calls her name.
"Come to London with me?"
She smiles. "I thought I was anyway?"
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The coin lands with a clink, and for a moment, no-one wants to look at it. No one wants to see the disappointment in someone's eyes, and no one wants the harsh reality: their friends are leaving.
Mac looks first, taking a deep breath when she sees the face: heads.
"Guess we're going to London."
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"No, come with me. Cresswell said no one was off-limits, right?"
"Harm…"
"Mac… Sarah… hear me out."
She nods; uncurls herself and sits forward.
"I know you don't want to give everything up – your career… I know how much it means to you. I want to go to London, have my own command… Mac, I love you. I don't want you to resent me because you had to give up the Marines to be with me. Come with me, as my wife and as my staff."
"I—"
"I know you won't have your own command like you would have in San Diego, but you'd still have your job, and the corps… and me."
"Yes."
"What?"
"I said I accept your offer."
"Which one? Be my wife or be my staff?"
She stands, smiling coyly. "Both. If Cresswell agrees to the arrangement."
He slips his arms around her waist. "If he doesn't I'll break his legs…"
"He's a marine, he'd snap your wrists before you could say 'go Navy'!" She whispers, kissing him softly.
"As long as I'm with you, I don't care. It's always been you, Sarah. Always you."