A/N: WARNING: There is some language in this chapter! Sorry I couldn't
update, but the evil sister was on all day yesterday!
Chapter 10
1729 Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
Well, sitting around in our room waiting for her to come isn't doing one iota of good. I decided to get up and see if she was still in the library. I blow everything with her, it's amazing she still acknowledges she knows me! The problem is, I never realize what I'm doing until later. My biggest problem is I'm driven by my emotions, and I don't think straight in those types of circumstances. These emotions have gotten me in more trouble then I care to admit, especially with a certain jarhead. She's right, she always is. Why can't you learn that Rabb? I walk over to the door and open it, surprised to find her standing there, about to open it.
"Uhhhhh... Mac, errr." Great eloquence Rabb. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was being a jerk, as usual. I just have a tendency to do that. Usually when I try to say something from the heart, it all comes out wrong. Nobody understands me, it's like I'm speaking in different language. Sorry for babbling there." I finish.
She looks at me with an indescribable expression. "Harm, don't you think we should continue this inside so we don't gather a crowd?" She is still waiting for me to move out of the door I finally realize. Geez, are we slow today or what??? Or have we been too close to her for too long?
"Stop it!" I say.
"What???!!!!!" Mac replies.
"I was uhh, talking to myself. Sorry. Come in." I say moving aside to allow her in.
She closes the door behind her. "Talking to yourself? Harm are you on a drug or something? Cause I haven't known you to talk to yourself before."
On something? Yeah, it usually comes in a green package labeled 'Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie', other than that no. "Actually it could be lack of sleep, or a proper shower." I say aloud.
"Alright squid. Next time I promise I won't drag you out without a shower," she smiles as if she promising to give something to a little kid.
Which would be you... "Yeah, you have no idea what a lack of a shower in the morning does to me."
"I think I've seen enough. Are we going to stand here all evening or get something to eat?"
"You know, you eat enough for two people."
She hits me on the shoulder, "OWWW!" I shout.
"What, can't take a little Marine medicine?"
"I'm afraid I'm becoming too old for things like that.'
"You're calling yourself OLD????!!!!!! Hah!"
"Hey, you aren't the one pushing forty."
"Yeah, well, I don't have forever either. Every birthday that passes my chance of having a family lessens."
"You're forgetting you're only approaching thirty-five."
"Right, but it comes sooner for women than men." She looks distinctively at me when she says this, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why...
We're sitting together eating our dinners when a shouting match breaks out at the other end of the café. Two enlisted men, (who are too far away to tell their ranks), are yelling at each other over something. Mac and I, being the nearest, went over to try to break it up. The corporal and the petty officer had just come to blows, I think the petty officer struck first, but I can't be sure.
I ran forward and managed to grab the corporal, who was closest to me, in the process the petty officer hit me in the jaw, (boy did that hurt), and Mac somehow managed to detain the petty officer.
"Ingles, you suck!!!" shouted the corporal, "you just hit an officer."
"Yeah, Howell, but it's your fuckin' fault for accepting those damn files from that bitch!" Shouted Ingles.
"That's enough.' A marine officer intervened. "Sir, are you alright?"
"Yeah," I said wiping the blood away from my lip, "Ingles should've been a boxer." The two men were escorted out for questioning, and no doubt, punishment of some sort. Mac came rushing over.
"Harm, are you alright?"
"Didn't I just answer that?"
"Yes, but I want to be sure."
"I've been hit far worse by boys back at school."
"Why would they hit you? You hardly seem to be the type who picks a fight without just cause."
"You forget 'Nam." I say. "Had a lot of fights related to that. Usually defending the military's honor."
"Who said you had to defend the whole military?"
"Me. And it earned me more broken bones than I care to count, not to mention a worried mother."
"That sounds like you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
My explanation didn't earn that much sympathy though, she still took me to the Doctor's....
A/N: Told you the fight would be over soon(. Unfortunately, there'll be more.. You were probably surprised by the café fight. Does it relate to the murders? We'll see. Sorry about the language, I don't normally like to use it, but I'm trying to make this realistic. Thanks for the reviews!! Keep them coming!
update, but the evil sister was on all day yesterday!
Chapter 10
1729 Roosevelt Naval Base 15 miles south of London
Well, sitting around in our room waiting for her to come isn't doing one iota of good. I decided to get up and see if she was still in the library. I blow everything with her, it's amazing she still acknowledges she knows me! The problem is, I never realize what I'm doing until later. My biggest problem is I'm driven by my emotions, and I don't think straight in those types of circumstances. These emotions have gotten me in more trouble then I care to admit, especially with a certain jarhead. She's right, she always is. Why can't you learn that Rabb? I walk over to the door and open it, surprised to find her standing there, about to open it.
"Uhhhhh... Mac, errr." Great eloquence Rabb. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was being a jerk, as usual. I just have a tendency to do that. Usually when I try to say something from the heart, it all comes out wrong. Nobody understands me, it's like I'm speaking in different language. Sorry for babbling there." I finish.
She looks at me with an indescribable expression. "Harm, don't you think we should continue this inside so we don't gather a crowd?" She is still waiting for me to move out of the door I finally realize. Geez, are we slow today or what??? Or have we been too close to her for too long?
"Stop it!" I say.
"What???!!!!!" Mac replies.
"I was uhh, talking to myself. Sorry. Come in." I say moving aside to allow her in.
She closes the door behind her. "Talking to yourself? Harm are you on a drug or something? Cause I haven't known you to talk to yourself before."
On something? Yeah, it usually comes in a green package labeled 'Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie', other than that no. "Actually it could be lack of sleep, or a proper shower." I say aloud.
"Alright squid. Next time I promise I won't drag you out without a shower," she smiles as if she promising to give something to a little kid.
Which would be you... "Yeah, you have no idea what a lack of a shower in the morning does to me."
"I think I've seen enough. Are we going to stand here all evening or get something to eat?"
"You know, you eat enough for two people."
She hits me on the shoulder, "OWWW!" I shout.
"What, can't take a little Marine medicine?"
"I'm afraid I'm becoming too old for things like that.'
"You're calling yourself OLD????!!!!!! Hah!"
"Hey, you aren't the one pushing forty."
"Yeah, well, I don't have forever either. Every birthday that passes my chance of having a family lessens."
"You're forgetting you're only approaching thirty-five."
"Right, but it comes sooner for women than men." She looks distinctively at me when she says this, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why...
We're sitting together eating our dinners when a shouting match breaks out at the other end of the café. Two enlisted men, (who are too far away to tell their ranks), are yelling at each other over something. Mac and I, being the nearest, went over to try to break it up. The corporal and the petty officer had just come to blows, I think the petty officer struck first, but I can't be sure.
I ran forward and managed to grab the corporal, who was closest to me, in the process the petty officer hit me in the jaw, (boy did that hurt), and Mac somehow managed to detain the petty officer.
"Ingles, you suck!!!" shouted the corporal, "you just hit an officer."
"Yeah, Howell, but it's your fuckin' fault for accepting those damn files from that bitch!" Shouted Ingles.
"That's enough.' A marine officer intervened. "Sir, are you alright?"
"Yeah," I said wiping the blood away from my lip, "Ingles should've been a boxer." The two men were escorted out for questioning, and no doubt, punishment of some sort. Mac came rushing over.
"Harm, are you alright?"
"Didn't I just answer that?"
"Yes, but I want to be sure."
"I've been hit far worse by boys back at school."
"Why would they hit you? You hardly seem to be the type who picks a fight without just cause."
"You forget 'Nam." I say. "Had a lot of fights related to that. Usually defending the military's honor."
"Who said you had to defend the whole military?"
"Me. And it earned me more broken bones than I care to count, not to mention a worried mother."
"That sounds like you."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
My explanation didn't earn that much sympathy though, she still took me to the Doctor's....
A/N: Told you the fight would be over soon(. Unfortunately, there'll be more.. You were probably surprised by the café fight. Does it relate to the murders? We'll see. Sorry about the language, I don't normally like to use it, but I'm trying to make this realistic. Thanks for the reviews!! Keep them coming!