Chapter Eight

2200 EST
Harm and Mac's House
King George, VA

"Mac, where are you I need you!" Harm's voice echoed through her head.

"Baby, I am coming, I promise, no matter what I will find out what happened to you!"

"Sarah, it hurts . . . I don't know how much longer I can keep going."

"Harm, hang on please, I love you so much, please just hold on two seconds longer."

"I will always love you Sarah." She heard him say. She heard angry voices in the background. The sounds of a gun cocking made Sarah sprint into a run, she was going to search everywhere through the black wilderness.

"Harm hold on, I am coming!"

"I love you." She heard the sound of a gun firing. She ran until she found him. She picked him up and cradled him.

"I love you too."

Mac woke up and flung the blanket that Sergei had draped over her when he had come in and found her asleep on Harm's chair. She walked into the kitchen and started watching the snow fall. She walked up to her bedroom and pulled out Harm's Navy sweatshirt, the one he loved to wear when he went running.

She walked into the small room that she was setting up for Brennen. It was a good thing that Harm had opted for a big house. With the new baby coming, she had planned to put him/her in the nursery that was attached to their bedroom. Brennen's room was decorated with race cars. "Emily, I hope you knew what you were doing asking me to raise your child."

Walking down the stairs, Mac picked up the keys for the Pacifica, she was going to need the four wheel drive to navigate through the snowy streets of the capital today. She needed to get out and clear her head, mostly she wanted to visit him. Today they were supposed to place his headstone.

2245
Arlington National Cemetery

Mac parked her car in the lot and made her ways through the cemetery. She heard voices coming from the direction she was going. To her relief, she saw the men walk away and they hopped into a car and left. Mac continued on her trek towards Harm's gravestone.

She saw a figure on the ground. Mac realized the man was wearing dirty camos and smelled. He must have not showered in weeks. She was angry that a homeless man was on top of her fiancé's grave.

She turned the man over and gasped. "Harm!" Her fingers started trembling as she reached out and tried to find a pulse. Thankfully, her prayers were heard and she found a weak, but steady pulse. Her voice began to betray her. Could it really be him? His face was battered and bruised, his lip was split open, an eye was swollen shut. He had never looked more handsome.

Looking him over, she heard his breathing start lapsing, "Harm, don't you dare leave!"

He opened up his good eye, "Sarah . . . I am so glad you are here . . . I wanted to tell you that I love you."

"Don't you dare! Stay awake sailor." The snow was falling more heavily. She saw the snow was turning red. Her worst fear was confirmed, he was bleeding from a wound in his side. She reached into her purse and grabbed her cellphone.

"911 what is your emergency."

"I need an ambulance dispatched to Arlington National Cemetery. My fiancé has been beaten. Please hurry, he doesn't have much time!" She sobbed into the phone.

"Ma'am, can you meet the ambulance at the entrance and take them to where he is?"

"Yes."

"The ambulance is on its way. Should be a couple of minutes."

She hung up the phone. She looked down at him. "Harm, I have to meet the ambulance."

"Don't leave me."

Mac thought about her options, what if the men came back? "Can you walk?"

"Head hurts, leg is broken."

Mac got up and helped him up. "Come on, I'll support you."

"Don't . . . want . . . to . . . hurt . . . you." The words came out labored.

"You won't, come on. I am not going to leave you here!" He was trying not to put the force of his weight down on her. She unlocked the backseat and was thankful that she had brought the Pacifica, the Lexus still had Mackenzie's car seat in the back. She laid him down and stroked his head. "I love you so much."

"Mac, it hurts."

"I know baby, I know. Don't waste your breath trying to talk." She looked over at him and saw his head lull off to this side, "Hang on Harm, the ambulance is almost here."


Snugglebug: Not exactly a shipper's dream just yet - but he is back with her now.

Lurkz: Yep, alive, well kinda

Minorcadence: Yep found - I have a sinster plot brewing in my head on why he was dumped on his grave.

harm oneill: Thanks for loving the stories - chapter eight is up, I will try to get nine up before I graduate next week.

Bookworm: I haven't quite figured out how I am going to end Resemblance - obviously ending Handling It the way I did, I won't be able to use that again - - - ideas floating in head though - - - I will watch tonight, and then decide how this will end at the end of the summer.

Manic Penguin: My Mac never lost hope, but the influences of others influenced what she outwardly put out.

Keep reviewing everyone - where do you want this story to turn? I'll try to add romantic parts, pregnancy mishaps, maybe, just maybe a wedding (whose though?) Rubs hands together again as epiphany thought popped in my head! Thanks for reading everyone. Nic