A/N: This chapter is short but I've been busy. I hope to update this at least weekly. I don't plan for the story to be more than a dozen chapters or so, but every time I say that, the muse dictates otherwise.

And for those Webb haters (me included) don't worry. Something worse than Mac slugging him is coming.

Whispers

Somewhere over the US
2100 Local

Mac reclined in her seat, hoping to get some sleep during the flight. Since the day she visited the Vietnam Memorial, she hadn't been able to get Harm out of her mind. Well, that wasn't entirely true, Harm was never far from her thoughts. But thanks to therapy, she had come to terms with the fact he wasn't coming back.

Her visit to The Wall was for the purpose of closure. To say goodbye. It was time to move on with her life. Or, as much as she could without Harm. She doubted she'd ever find love again, nor did she want to. The Marine Corps would become her life.

Mac had also given thought about leaving Washington. The memories were too painful for her to remain. Once she went back to active duty, she planned to talk to the admiral about putting in for an overseas assignment. Maybe Naples. Leaving headquarters might mean a setback in her career, but she didn't care. Her well being was more important now. She could work her way back up the ranks.

It wasn't like she had aspirations of becoming the first female JAG. First of all, the chances of a marine being selected for the job were slim. Even so, it would be difficult to overcome the past with an Article 32 in her record. It wasn't like she wanted to be JAG anyway. The politics alone was the biggest deterrent.

"Would you care for something to drink?" The flight attendant's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Club soda, please." Mac waited until the attendant had served the passenger in the aisle seat before taking a sip of her drink. Fortunately, her seatmate was a middle-aged woman who didn't care to engage in small talk, instead burying her nose in a Tom Clancy novel. In other circumstances, she might have enjoyed talking with the woman, especially since they both enjoyed reading Clancy.

But not today. Instead, she leaned her head back and thought of happier times.

Mac rushed from her car. Half way across the alley, the rain began. Not just a light drizzle. The rain fell in sheets

She hurried inside, then waited for the ancient elevator to reach the first floor, shivering in her soaking wet clothes.

For a minute, she remembered another time when she'd come to Harm's place for comfort only to find Rene on his sofa. Although the Video Princess appeared to be asleep, Mac was certain she'd overheard her conversation with Harm. Otherwise, why did she moan at just the right time? Harm was torn. Mac could see it in his eyes.

"Don't do that to her. She needs you. Give her your full attention."

"What about you?"

"I'll be okay until you get back."

She had stood in the alley with the rain pouring down upon her. When she looked at the second story windows, she saw Rene slip into Harm's embrace. The place where she wanted to be. Needed to be.

And of course, she hadn't been around when Harm returned. She'd run to the Guadalcanal.

But that was all past now. She and Harm were together. They'd been lovers for about six weeks, spending every available moment together. Somehow, they'd managed to keep their relationship a secret at JAG, which hadn't been easy.

She would catch Harm looking at her from across the conference room table at staff meetings and remember how he looked at her in the throes of passion. Or watch him as she twiddled with a pen and remembered how skilled those hands were when they caressed her body. How his long fingers could bring her to climax with just a few well-placed strokes.

The elevator slowly ascended to the second floor. A delicious aroma greeted her when she unlocked Harm's door. He was cooking something and it certainly wasn't his meatless meatloaf.

"Hey, there Flyboy."

"Mac, what happened to you?"

"Got caught in the rain."

Harm hurried from the kitchen, took her seabag, and placed a kiss on her lips. "Why don't you grab a hot shower?

"What about dinner?"

"Veggie lasagna. Won't be ready for another hour."

"In that case, why don't you join me? A rainy afternoon is the perfect time for making love."

Mac smiled as she thought of Harm's reaction to her comment. His eyes grew big. Well, something else did too.

She closed her eyes, savoring the memory of that weekend. They had spent the entire weekend at his loft, making love, talking, and enjoying being in one another's company.

Sarah!

Her eyes flew open. Harm's voice. It wasn't a dream. She hadn't been asleep. It wasn't the first time she'd heard his voice in the last few days. Just when she though therapy had helped her.

I'm losing my mind.

David's Bungalow
2130 Local

His headaches had become more frequent over the past few days. Every time he willed himself to remember his past, the pain grew. Nights were the worst. Especially when the dreams came. They always seemed to be disjointed but each time they played out the same.

The water was cold. He was alone. The waves crashed around him as lightning flashed above. Where was he and how did he get here. And why wasn't anyone around to save him?

Stay strong. Don't leave me. I don't want to lose you.

Next, he was standing on a porch. Talking with a woman. He could hear her voice but couldn't see her face.

What do you want most?

What I want most is to never lose you.

Then, he was in a semi-dark apartment.

Come to me.

Why?

So we can talk.

We already talked.

Don't argue with me.

I need a better reason.

You know the reason.

"Sarah!"

David awoke. It was the same dream. He jumped out of bed, paced the floor of his bed room. "Why? Why can't I remember?"