This is an oldie... 2004ish.. I got an idea that HM were involved throughout multiple lifetimes with similar results - they never get together.

Until a warning is given that this is their last chance... Set after Christmas in S9.

There are things that science and religion can not figure out and it is very romantic to think of someone's soul searching out another's in a quest for love.

Chapter 1

February 12, 1399England

It was a bitter cold morning and the usual thick fog was cast into the area. The wind, for once, was still and at the lack of such a force, the sound of argument and clashing steel, echoed down into the hillside where the castle ruins were situated. There two men were wrapped in a heated battle, each step taking them closer to the edge of the cliff. The taller of the two was dressed in gray trousers and a beige long sleeved shirt. His eyes, usually a merry blue green, showed only concern as he looked over at his opponent. The other man was clad in dark black trousers, a burgundy shirt and a black tunic. It was clear from the scene that the taller man was the peasant and the shorter man was nobility.

"You were my friend, and you betrayed me." Richard, the eldest son of the King, unsheathed his sword and pointed the tip towards Michael.

Michael, stood there holding his sword preparing to block the attack. His blue green eyes shadowing the other man. "Nothing happened . . . We only kissed. . . I am not willing to destroy her happiness for my own."

"She is my wife. . . and she loves you." Richard yelled as he lunged at Michael, making him take a few steps back in preparation.

"Richard, please!" By mistake, Michael, the more unskilled of the two, grabbed Richard's sword only to feel it slice through the delicate skin of his palm. "Ah!" His cry of pain only accelerated Richard's need for bloodshed.

Before Michael had a chance to regain his stance, Richard plowed through him, the sword sinking deep into Michael's abdomen. "I bid thee good riddance, Michael." With a menacing sneer, Richard sank the sword deeper and then pulled it out fully, blood dripping off it's tip. Michael lay there in pain, aching and realizing that he was dying and would never get to tell Marie-Ellen how he felt.

As his life slowly slipped away, he remembered meeting her. She was engaged to Richard. Michael, being the local carpenter's son and a friend of Richard, was called upon to create a special piece for the happy couple. He hadn't realized that Marie-Ellen was watching him so intently as he worked, shirtless, trying to turn wood into something beautiful. He'd always been a shy boy and her being at such a close proximity to him, didn't help. Eventually, the two became friends. She would spend most of the day with Michael, watching him create a masterpiece that would become the bed to her bridal chamber. It wasn't long before the two fell in love. Due to his station, he knew that he could never tell her his true feelings and he would not destroy the happy future that she would have with Richard. He managed this very well until the eve of their wedding night when the gift was presented to the couple. Wanting to thank him, Marie-Ellen ventured out to his home. There they shared a very heated kiss. Richard, who followed Marie-Ellen, witnessed the sight and days following his union to Marie-Ellen, called for a duel between he and Michael.

1130 Zulu

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

Washington, DC

"Rabb." Harm spoke into the phone, its ringing stirring him from one of the most bizarre dreams he'd ever had. "Wrong number." Hanging up, he lay back down with a long sigh.

What the hell had he been dreaming about? He'd never really cared much about Medieval times let alone dreamt about being a peasant that died in a sword fight. No, if he would be back in that century, he would be the knight in shinning armor that slain the dragon for his princess. Grinning, he tossed the sheets off of him and walked over to his shower. "I need therapy." He mumbled as he let the warmth of the water wash away his thoughts.

1300 Zulu

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

Harm walked into his office to find Clayton Webb sitting on one of his guest chairs. "Step into my office, Webb. . . Make yourself at home." Harm said sarcastically. He was still annoyed at the apparent relationship between the spook and Mac and didn't mind showing it.

"Morning, Harm. . . Long time no see." Standing up, he extended his hand over to Harm who took it unsurely.

Harm nodded. "Haven't seen you since we got back from Paraguay. . . You look well."

Webb smiled. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Harm slid into his chair. "What can I do you for?"

"I came to pick up the files on the Benedict case. . ."

"What the hell do you need those for?" Harm said, attempting to locate the file on his desk.

Clay stood and walked to the window. "He wants to work for the agency. . ."

"And you need my files in particular? . .Clay, you can get these without coming here." Harm put the file on top of all the others, and opened it up making sure it was the correct folder. "There's something else isn't there?"

Turning, Clay looked blankly out the window. "How's Mac doing?"

Harm immediately caught the tone of Clay's voice and the fact that he called her Mac and not Sarah. "Don't you mean Sarah?"

"No, I mean Mac." His voice was bitter and Harm could see the realization when Clay looked over at him. "We haven't talked in a few weeks. . . I don't think you could even call what we did dating. . . her head was always somewhere else." It was a fact that was clear as day. The times when he and Mac had gone out it had been a date between friends. He'd always hoped that something romantic would come out of the situation, but as more time elapsed, he realized there was no such luck. The Marine going out with him still in love with JAG's golden boy.

Harm couldn't stop the grin that spread across his lips at that notion. He handed the file to Clay. "Here ya go." His day had suddenly gotten better.

"Try not to look so smug about it." Clay took the file and headed out of the office, but not before stopping under the door frame and looking back at Harm. "I still think she deserves better than you." Taking one last look towards the glass doors that lead to the bullpen, Clay headed out of JAG ops.

Harm still couldn't manage to wipe the smile away from his lips. Mac was not dating Clay. That was the best new he'd heard since he'd been reinstated to JAG.

"I missed Clay?" Mac said, appearing at Harm's door.

Harm didn't want to let on what he knew. "Yea, wanted some files."

"Oh. Okay then. I'll see you later, Harm." As she turned to leave, Harm took hold of Mac's arm.

"Wait." He couldn't hold back the thoughts going through his head. Even though it wasn't the time or place for such discussions. "You lied to me."

"Lied?" Stepping into his office, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "How did I lie?"

Harm smiled. "You told me that you and Clay were dating. . . But you're not."

Mac coyly eyed him, letting an annoyed grin display. "No, we're not."

"But, you told me that you were dating Clay." Harm was closing in on her, his smile widening.

Mac moved her arms across her chest, tucking them under her breasts. "They were friendly dinners, not exactly what you would call a date. . . I did say once we don't talk about you. And you slid that stupid comment about you being our pillow talk."

Harm grinned. "Assume facts not in evidence?"

"Yes counselor." Mac managed to withstand the intense look in his eyes. It had that same predatory sheen that he used when Harm was seducing her in dreams. "Not that I gave you much evidence to go on anyway." Seeing his grin unwavering, she decided to get herself out of the conversation. "May I go now?"

Harm nodded and backed off a bit, still maintaining the intense look. "Yes you may." As she walked off Harm couldn't help but smile. If she wasn't with anyone, he had a chance. Yes, they would have to start all over again but it was something he was willing to go through.