Chapter 4
He's looking at me. He's looking at me....
"Well Colonel, you're really in the Navy now." said my CO.
Harm is staring at me like he did when I wore Harriet's uniform, and when he first met me. I make a grasp at the wings I left on the chair, desperate to move Harm's attention. "Webb, I think you made a mistake, I'm not a pilot." I say, handing the wings.
"No, Mac, there is no mistake. You and Harm are both pilots, didn't you read that in your cover stories?"
"Must've missed it. I was reading it pretty late you know."
"Well, you have absolutely got to know everything on those papers when you touch down in London. That's your last chance."
"I shouldn't have a problem by then."
"Good, now remember, your flight is booked under Commander and Mrs. Harmon Burnett-not Rabb." Said Webb handing us our tickets. "Colonel, you cannot respond to Mac, it's your maiden name. Commander, you may not call her that either." He finished.
Harm still looks a little out of it, but he says to me, "So, I call you Sarah now.. Mac, you've got to remove that Marine Corps ring, and put those wings back on." I blushed at my stupidity, snatched off the ring albeit with regret, and fumbled so much with the wings Harm had to straighten them out. The Admiral is mumbling something in the background about not calling me 'Mac.'
Finally, we're finished, and I throw my coat on, and Webb shoves one at Harm. "You'll need those, it's a bit chilly in the U.K. The rest of your clothes and anything else you need will be at your hotel room. You are each allowed one small bag of personal items, but the items must not be able to identify you in any way. As for contacting us, you have these cell phones, they're secure. Goodbye." Said Webb a little coldly.
"Goodbye and good luck." Said the Admiral.
"Thank you Sir. Goodbye." We respond in unison.
"Dismissed." Our CO's commanding voice echoes in his office.
"Aye, Aye Sir." We reply, saluting, swinging around and walking out. Webb follows with clothing bags containing my new uniforms. He says he'll return my Marine one back to my apartment. Tiner stands to attention when we leave.
"At ease." Says Harm.
"Goodbye Sirs, Ma'am." He answers going back to work.
We're walking briskly through the bullpen when I think I hear Gunny mutter something to himself as to why I'm suddenly wearing a coat, and white heels. Other than that, and the guard at the front of JAG ops, nobody pays us any attention.
Harm and I are driving in silence to my apartment. I decide to break it.
"Harm, I'm sorry, I didn't think this would be so painful for you."
"Actually, I've gotten over Diane's ghost, or mostly. What I don't want you to think, is that I'm seeing you as her, because I'm not. You're Sarah, she was Diane. Two different people, your only similarity is your looks. You are a Marine, she was Navy. You have a temper, she was cool and quiet. You're always on time, she was always late. You stress out, she didn't to my knowledge. You have been with me through more, she and I had a few classes together. You hate computers, she loved them. You had a hard childhood, hers was relatively easy. You understand my need to fly, she did not. You, you-oh nevermind."
Nevermind?! What does he mean nevermind? I wanted desperately to ask him what he meant, but I sensed he wasn't ready to tell me. He's trying to convince me, and possibly himself, that he's not seeing me as her. I knew him too well to believe him...
A/N: Well, what do you think? I'm sorry for those of you who want Harm's POV, but I'm a girl (obviously) and I tend to write Mac's POV better. Don't worry, I'll eventually get back to Harm...
He's looking at me. He's looking at me....
"Well Colonel, you're really in the Navy now." said my CO.
Harm is staring at me like he did when I wore Harriet's uniform, and when he first met me. I make a grasp at the wings I left on the chair, desperate to move Harm's attention. "Webb, I think you made a mistake, I'm not a pilot." I say, handing the wings.
"No, Mac, there is no mistake. You and Harm are both pilots, didn't you read that in your cover stories?"
"Must've missed it. I was reading it pretty late you know."
"Well, you have absolutely got to know everything on those papers when you touch down in London. That's your last chance."
"I shouldn't have a problem by then."
"Good, now remember, your flight is booked under Commander and Mrs. Harmon Burnett-not Rabb." Said Webb handing us our tickets. "Colonel, you cannot respond to Mac, it's your maiden name. Commander, you may not call her that either." He finished.
Harm still looks a little out of it, but he says to me, "So, I call you Sarah now.. Mac, you've got to remove that Marine Corps ring, and put those wings back on." I blushed at my stupidity, snatched off the ring albeit with regret, and fumbled so much with the wings Harm had to straighten them out. The Admiral is mumbling something in the background about not calling me 'Mac.'
Finally, we're finished, and I throw my coat on, and Webb shoves one at Harm. "You'll need those, it's a bit chilly in the U.K. The rest of your clothes and anything else you need will be at your hotel room. You are each allowed one small bag of personal items, but the items must not be able to identify you in any way. As for contacting us, you have these cell phones, they're secure. Goodbye." Said Webb a little coldly.
"Goodbye and good luck." Said the Admiral.
"Thank you Sir. Goodbye." We respond in unison.
"Dismissed." Our CO's commanding voice echoes in his office.
"Aye, Aye Sir." We reply, saluting, swinging around and walking out. Webb follows with clothing bags containing my new uniforms. He says he'll return my Marine one back to my apartment. Tiner stands to attention when we leave.
"At ease." Says Harm.
"Goodbye Sirs, Ma'am." He answers going back to work.
We're walking briskly through the bullpen when I think I hear Gunny mutter something to himself as to why I'm suddenly wearing a coat, and white heels. Other than that, and the guard at the front of JAG ops, nobody pays us any attention.
Harm and I are driving in silence to my apartment. I decide to break it.
"Harm, I'm sorry, I didn't think this would be so painful for you."
"Actually, I've gotten over Diane's ghost, or mostly. What I don't want you to think, is that I'm seeing you as her, because I'm not. You're Sarah, she was Diane. Two different people, your only similarity is your looks. You are a Marine, she was Navy. You have a temper, she was cool and quiet. You're always on time, she was always late. You stress out, she didn't to my knowledge. You have been with me through more, she and I had a few classes together. You hate computers, she loved them. You had a hard childhood, hers was relatively easy. You understand my need to fly, she did not. You, you-oh nevermind."
Nevermind?! What does he mean nevermind? I wanted desperately to ask him what he meant, but I sensed he wasn't ready to tell me. He's trying to convince me, and possibly himself, that he's not seeing me as her. I knew him too well to believe him...
A/N: Well, what do you think? I'm sorry for those of you who want Harm's POV, but I'm a girl (obviously) and I tend to write Mac's POV better. Don't worry, I'll eventually get back to Harm...