TITLE: Soulmates
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: intentionally left blank. It's not Harm/Mac and it's not a surprise pairing.
SPOILERS: Family Secrets
CATEGORY: Romance and angst.
WARNINGS: miscarriage in Part 7.
TIMELINE: Family Secrets, after Harm finds out Mac switched the ring to her left hand
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This damn muse doesn't give me a break even when I'm supposed to be studying. I know I said I wouldn't write anything new, but this one had me by my neck and wouldn't let go! As for the pairing: I wanted it to be a surprise. It's not a new pairing for me and it's not Harm/Mac.
SUMMARY: when Harm get's his heart broken by his best friend he does something that will change his life. Forever.
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Harm stopped and looked around, checking if the coast was clear.
He was close to his objective, too close to be captured just because he was too anxious to get there.
He listened to the night for the sounds of foot steps. He heard nothing so he moved forth.
His mission was an important one. He was to retrieve an important object and then retreat.
There, he had to turn into that room. That's where his objective was.
He ducked inside and his hand was already reaching out when...
"HARMON RABB III.! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Light flooded the kitchen and, for a moment, he was blinded by it. When his eyes adjusted he looked up to see his mother, staring down at him, with a stern expression on her face.
Even in her sleepwear and with her hair mussed she could look damn intimidating. She was every bit of the officer that she was during the day.
Little Harm decided it was time to pull out the big guns. He was in soooooooooo much trouble it wasn't even funny anymore. Yup, it was definitely time for the big guns.
So he donned the puppy-dog eyes and flashed the Rabb smile, making his mother groan in exasperation.
'I can't believe this! Now I have two men in my life trying to use that underhanded maneuver on me. I will have to talk to Harm about what he's teaching our son.'
She put her hands on her hips and glared at little Harm, or Harmon as he was called, and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't even try that on me. I've been married to your father for the last 7 years. Those eyes and that smile don't work on me."
Well, it was a partial truth. The whole truth was, that only his father could pull that smile on her and having her react to it, but only because the thoughts that emerged in her mind were decidedly non-platonic. Quite lustful and erotic in fact. That was the only reaction she could have to that smile and only Harm could invoke it. No-one else. The only reaction her son could invoke by using it was exasperation at his father for letting him see how she caved because of it and, of course, the urge to burst out laughing. He was just so adorable, trying to copy his father, even though he didn't know what certain things really meant. Sometimes she wondered if she had contributed even a smidgen of her DNA for the creation of their son. Even at 4 (5 as of tomorrow), he looked like a miniature copy of Harm, just like Harm looked like his own father,... It seems that Rabb genes are quite dominant.
Harmon looked quite chastised and she decided to let him get off easy.
"Harmon, you will get to eat your birthday cake tomorrow, when your birthday is. Not before. Now get to bed, or you won't get your presents."
She had to seriously hold herself back not to laugh outloud at the panic that spread across her son's face at her words. Wordlessly he sped by her towards his bedroom.
When she heard the door close she shook her head fondly. Stopping to check too see that the cake was in tact, she turned and went back to bed.
She briefly stood beside their bed and just admired her gorgeous husband. Even at 44 he could still steal her breath. 'Poor Harm, he's so tired.' He had just returned from an inspection of one of the JAG offices. He'd been under a tremendous amount of pressure as the JAG and because of their son's birthday, which was just days away at the time he had to leave. But he made a promise to be there, as he'd been for every other birthday and other important events in their lives, which meant he had probably worked 16 hour days to make it happen. He had returned home barely in time for dinner and after spending 2 hours with her and Harmon he crashed, barely managing to make it to bed.
In his sleep he seemed to sense her, for he reached his arms out in her direction. Seeing as they both had the same goal, her in his arms, she got into bed, feelings his arms immediately wrap around her and pull her into his chest. She didn't mind that one bit, in fact she loved the feeling of love, warmth and security it gave her. She sensed the change in his breathing and knew he had awaken.
Then he surprised her by slipping one of his hands down to her belly, caressed it gently and whispered "I love you" in her ear.
Tears filled her eyes and clogged her throat, barely allowing a choked "I love you, too." to come out.
She knew what it meant.
She was pregnant. They were having another baby.
Harm was more accurate when it came to her, but only her, than any pregnancy test. Which meant she was only a few days into her pregnancy and he knew already.
He was just as accurate with Harmon. Just like he was with their first baby...
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