A/N: FINALLY the ff net will let me post. I've been trying to post this chapter for the last two days or something like that.
The Slip of the John
1228
Café Romolta
London, England
Harm's POV
"Honestly, Harriet, I can't get over how adorable they are," I say for the umpteenth time, bouncing Mitchell up and down in my lap. He gurgles happily. What an incredibly cute kid. I have to admit it. He and Nikki are identical from the tops of their golden heads to the tips of their toes. Well, excluding the very obvious difference in gender. "They're so much BIGGER than the last time I saw them."
I can hear a very light giggle from the corner of the table and I shoot Mac a pretend annoyed glance. Okay, stupid thing to say – but they HAVE gotten bigger. Sure I haven't seen in them in a year and seeing as the last time I saw them they were . . . well, newborns it was only natural that they would grow. Yes, laugh all you want to Marine, I will have my revenge.
I did not know how true that statement was at the particular moment I thought it. Yes, there was a God somewhere up there. And he was very just.
"Uncle Harm," AJ pulls on my arm from beside me. "Let me sit on your lap."
"Aren't you getting a bit big for that, Buddy?" I looked down at all fifty inches of his height. He looks up at me pleadingly and I roll my eyes, balancing Mitch on one knee and AJ on the other. Boys will be boys. "So," I trail, staring across the table at Mac who is scribbling in that book of hers again. "Miss me?"
Of course, the question is supposed to be directed at the entire table but it ends off on a note that is directly and very accurately pointed at the lovely Ms. Mackenzie. Mac looks up at me, her eyes unglued from her book but her hands still zoom across the page. "Oh, did you go somewhere?"
She flashes me a very lovely smile and it takes me a moment to figure out that I'm already grinning (and very stupidly, I might add) at her anyway. I shift AJ a little more into the center of my legs. How old is this kid again . . .? Seven, right?
The waiter comes to take our order. All of us adults get the soup and salad deal while the young Roberts clan dine on burgers and fries, save the twins who as adorable and lengthwise grown they are, are still to young to eat solids such as burgers.
"So . . ." Harriet trails, attempting to commence conversation. "Your friend Jean is . . . very nice."
Her voice is very oddly stretched with some off colored notes pointedly placed within the phrase. I steal a glance over at Mac who suddenly seems extremely immersed in that little notebook of hers. I wonder if she heard the comment . . . No, look at that way she's scribbling almost furiously. She definitely heard it. And how can she not? She's sitting right next to Harriet.
"Yeah . . . yeah, she's nice," I replied slowly, my eyes still trained on Mac. Does she see me watching her? Long strands of brown hair fly down in front of her face. She doesn't once look up. Does she feel me watching her? I smile internally. I had once told Mac that I always knew where she was. It wasn't a lie. I could feel her presence wherever it was, and yet somehow she always seemed to surprise me.
"So how did you two meet?" Harriet asks. I see her body shake and a look of mild pain etches across her face before disappearing almost instantly. Is it just my imagination or did Mac just kick Harriet?
"Uh, I went into the store in which Jean works at. I wanted to buy some clothes. Jean helped me pick out the right ones and find my size," I shrugged, trying to downplay the story. No, I will NOT mention she had to measure me to find my correct sizes. "I guess we just hit it off."
I look even harder at Mac now. She makes no attempt to catch my eye if she's even aware that my eyes are ON her. But how could they not be? I watch as her hair sweeps gently across her face and she pushes it back around her ear stubbornly, her eyebrows furrowed in a frown.
"So . . ." I trail, my eyes very blatantly glued to Mac. "You writing about me there again, Marine?"
Mac looks up to meet my eyes and I see something there that I've never seen before – or something that has departed from her eyes long years ago – reluctance, maybe even . . . fear?
"Yes, because I only write to flatter you," she replies sarcastically, but with a smile on her face. But the eyes . . . they aren't smiling at all. Doesn't she know that I know her too well not to see that? Not to realize that she hasn't got her heart into it? Or does she not read ME any more? Have we drifted too far apart?
"Well, write on, then," I grin, leaning back in my chair. "I can only wonder what you say about me."
And that is when God shone down upon me. He sent me an angel, an all seeing eye in a world of good. He sent me seven year old AJ Roberts. "Mama and Aunty Mac talk about you an AWFUL lot," AJ stresses looking up at me from my left knee.
The gagging sound at the corner of the table is my one and only Ninja Girl. She seems to be having a problem with her water going down the right tube. And if I wasn't so interested in what the eldest Roberts boy had to say, I might have shown a little concern. But right now my face is torn between amusement and arrogant curiosity.
"Oh really?" I steel a glance at Mac whose eyes are widened with alarm and sending Harriet panicked stares every millisecond. "And what do they say about me? Good things, I hope."
"That's quite enough, AJ," Harriet quickly interjected, scooping the little snitch off Harm's lap and onto his own chair – incidentally right beside Harm.
"Oh, let the boy speak, Harriet," I coax, flashing her an arrogant, and yet at the same time completely charming grin. "Freedom of speech, you do want your son growing up with that, don't you?" Before Harriet can reply I turn back to AJ. "Now what does your Aunt Mac say about me?"
AJ's face is one of mass concentration. He furrows his eyebrows. "Something about . . . leaps?"
Now, that makes absolutely no sense to me but the look on Mac's face is absolutely priceless. It's split between shock, horror, and what is that? The redness around her neck? Could that possibly be embarrassment? Oh my, 'leaps' are absolutely lost on me but the significance to Mac and Harriet – who is looking equally panicked, by the way – is too grand to be dropped at the moment.
"Uh huh, and what about these 'leaps'?" My voice is dangerously close to that of the insatiably curious. "Anything said in particular?"
"Nuh uh," AJ replies, shaking his head, evidently getting bored with this line of questioning. "Mommy was talking about how you and Aunty Mac were . . . stepping. And she said you were leaping!"
Mac's now gone into a coughing fit, perhaps to direct attention to herself and away from AJ, or maybe because she's really coughing. Anyways, I hasten over to her (she's doubled over in her chair) and begin to pat her softly but firmly on her back. And it is then, like always, the actual realization of our proximity sets in. I am kneeling beside Mac's chair, with my hand on her back, and our faces inches away. And of course, the entire Roberts clan just HAS to be watching us.
"Are you okay, Aunty Mac?" Jimmy Roberts, ever the concerned one.
Mac draws a hand to her chest, regulating her breathing by will. "Yeah, I'm good Jimmy." She coughs lightly once more but straightens herself. "I'm fine. Really. Water went down the wrong way I guess." Yeah, SURE. She turns to me, tucking a strand of rich brown hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Harm."
And that is my cue to leave. I'm sorely tempted to press young master Roberts for any more pertaining information but I'm actually sort of scared of what lengths Mac might go to keep me off the trail. What's next, choking? No, I'll corner my godson when it's just me and him – two bachelors trying to survive in the toughest of worlds.
Who am I kidding, I'll squeeze all the info I can out of the kid. And if he can't "remember" – I'll bribe him with candy. Aren't I the greatest godfather to ever live?
To: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: your son!
Hi,
Remind me to strangle that kid! Leaps, steps – did he read the whole thing! Look at Harm's eyes! Just look at them! See that! He's HUNGRY. Hungry for information, for power – for any excuse to embarrass me. I want you to NEVER leave AJ in the same room with him! It's only our stupid blind luck that AJ hasn't given into Harm yet . . . but that'll change Harriet! Oh my god, I can feel it all crashing down! Did you save that conversation? How bad is it?
And, okay, I've got my blackberry sitting on top of my notebook and it looks like I'm writing in it, but you've just got to answer me this one question: is Harm staring at me? Because I can FEEL his eyes on me – or maybe my senses are just getting overworked or something. He's smiling an awful lot today, isn't he?
But of course, he has every right to. Pants . . . I mean JEAN! God, I wonder what happened in that clothing store that got him onto a bimbo like HER. I mean, all his OTHER girlfriends he's met at JAG!
Mac
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
Re: your son!
First of all – any lethal contact that is to be met with my child will be done strictly by me. I brought him into this world and I can take him right back out. And the only hungry look in Harm's eyes right about now is for that French Onion soup he ordered – or a certain Marine colonel . . . ?
Sadly enough, no, I did not save that conversation and as for all his girlfriends meeting at JAG – I wouldn't worry about that. YOU met Harm in the Rose Garden! How romantic is that?
Harriet
P.S.: and Harm is staring right at you, Mac. I will not lie. And from the look on his face, he's liking what he's seeing if you know what I mean.
To: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: your son!
Harriet, the deaf, blind, and dumb would know what you mean so cut it out because Harm is neither deaf, blind, nor dumb and if he's looking at me right now he's going to know something's up! Not that he already doesn't because of your precious eldest!
And as for your little comment about hungry for French Onion soup and . . . you know – stay out of it! I'm warning you. Harm is over me! He has a girlfriend, he's got a great life here in London, and I KNEW there was a reason why Harm and I were together and it's his fairy tale ending. Yes, he's going to marry Jean and they'll live in London and have a couple very nice looking children and then it'll all work out really well for them whereas I will be living in an ugly apartment with way too many cats!
Harm is over me! . . . If he was ever on me! . . . That so did not sound right!
Mac
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
Re: your son!
Ah, but honey, the question is no longer if he is over you. It's 'Are you over him?'
Now don't answer me immediately because our soup is here and Harm will definitely know something's up if you pass up your lunch for "writing in your notebook".
Harriet
Same time,
Same Place,
Mac's POV
I shove my blackberry into the front pocket of my purse, muttering heatedly to myself, though not so loud that Harriet (beside me) could hear. If Harriet could, then Bud (on my other side) would certainly be able to.
Now, I will not fail to admit to the fact that I am hungry as hell and this is EXCELLENT soup. I mean that in the best sense of the word. It's this great chicken corn chowder and it's got huge chunks of everything floating in a thick creamy sauce. It's DELICIOUS.
I look over at Harm who is staring at his soup and . . . oh my god, he's licking the spoon . . . don't worry, I'm alright. No, I'm not getting a little faint. I swear I'm not. He's dipping the spoon into the soup and bringing it up to his lips . . . oh, there I go again.
"Mac, are you alright?" Harriet looked over at me in concern from beside me. I do my very best to display a convincing smile.
"I'm FINE, Harriet."
Harm looks over at me in concern, resting his spoon slowly in his soup. Alright, there we go . . . much better now. All in all, lunch is really very wonderful. You simply have to admire the excellence of the English cuisine. No wonder Harm likes it so much here.
Well, we all finish our food, Harm – much to everyone's protest – pays the bill, and we're all heading off to the car when lighting strikes. Okay, not REAL lightening. The proverbial bolt of lightening. You know that phrase, what is the chance of lightening striking in the same place twice? Well, pretty damn good . . .
That little spawn of Satan (admittedly, a very adorable spawn of Satan) turns to Harm with the widest of blue eyes and goes, "Uncle Harm! Uncle Harm! I just remembered something!"
"Oh yeah?" Harm turns towards AJ, steering him towards the van. "What?"
"I know something else that Mommy and Aunt Mac were talking about!" My heart freezes to a stand still. No . . . no more. God, if you are up there, why must you torment me? "Mommy said something about yours and Aunt Mac's relationship and then that's when Aunt Mac started talking about leaps."
And it all came crashing down.
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: LEAPS
I'm serious. He said every word. 'Mommy said something about yours and Aunt Mac's relationship and then that's when Aunt Mac started talking about leaps.'
LEAPS!
Well what am I supposed to do, Sturgis? Does Mac . . . do you think . . . leaps . . . help me out here, Buddy! Ever since AJ said that she's been avoiding my eye and she hasn't strung two words together in front of me.
Harm
To: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: LEAPS
Okay, this is a CONFERENCE Harm. We are supposed to be listening to these speeches! How are you supposed to understand about budget cuts if you're raving about Mac all day? And before you fling yourself into a thorough act of arrogance around her, might I point out to you that your lead informant is a SEVEN year-old boy. Not only that, he is the offspring of Harriet Sims!
And second of all – what the hell does 'leaps' mean anyway? Since I highly doubt that you've TALKED about it with Mac – because that would be going against that charming natural personality of yours, I think you shouldn't jump to any conclusions.
Now look around at everyone ELSE in this room! No one else is e-mailing people on their blackberries. Cut it out.
Sturgis
To: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: my life is over
Oh my god, my life is over! Did you SEE Harm's expression when AJ said the relationship/leaps thing? Did you SEE it! It was a mix of horror, surprise, and amusement, Harriet! AMUSEMENT.
Oh I can just imagine what he's going to be telling Bud and Sturgis and the guys later. I'm so nervous my hands are sweating and making my fingers slip on these damned keys. What am I supposed to DO, Harriet? When I see him never mind my hands sweating I sweat all over! What if he asks about what happened at lunch? What am I supposed to say?
Oh, I don't have the courage to face him. Could you just tell Harm I've died or something and I can stick it out all week in my room (aren't those rooms gorgeous?)?
Mac
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
Re: my life is over
Alright, stop panicking. AJ has not done THAT much damage. I mean, yes, he's opened the gates for a potentially harmful flood (pardon the pun) but we still have the dam! Okay, not the best simile but never mind that. The important part is: you can still interact with Harm. Put today's lunch behind you! It'll all be FINE.
Now stop sweating and look a little professional. The Admiral was looking your way three minutes ago and you looked completely out of sorts. And for God's sake don't sweat near me.
Harriet
P.S: and I highly doubt that Captain Harmon Rabb of the US Navy is sitting in a budget cutting seminar chatting it up with Bud and Sturgis about you.
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: This Lunch
Alright Gentlemen,
Advice! What am I supposed to do about the . . . you know? And Bud, you were there at lunch when AJ spilled the beans about the whole leaping thing. Convince Sturgis that this is a Level 1 case!
And is it just my imagination or is Mac emailing someone on her blackberry?
Harm
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
Sir, may I remind you that the source of your information is my seven year old son? And on the same case, what he said made no sense, relationship and leaps. Harriet and Mac spend an awful lot of time IMing and emailing each other. It would have been a miracle if AJ read one of their conversations and DIDN'T get all turned and twisted around.
Bud
P.S: what does the Level 1 rank mean again?
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
That may be true, Bud – but did you SEE Mac's face when he said it? It was a mixture of shock, horror, and embarrassment! My marine never gets embarrassed! No, I think AJ hit the nail right on the head on this one. She hasn't said two words to me since . . . well, lunch.
Harm
P.S: Level 1 – highest priority. We all ban together to help the person in need . . . god, have I been that out of it lately?
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
From two senior Naval officers I expected better from you! We are supposed to be LISTENING to this seminar, not chatting it up about our wives or girlfriends or women that we wish were our girlfriends (you know who you are).
And Harm, listen to these facts. I want you to LISTEN (it comes in one ear and STAYS there). Young seven year old AJ Roberts told you that his mother and Mac talk about you, and said something about a relationship and leaps. That is unfathomable nonsense! We can't make head or tail of it! What are 'leaps' supposed to mean, anyway?
And Harm, if you love Mac even in the littlest bit, you will NOT hang this over her head because she will hurt you, my friend. Mark my words she will do you great bodily harm. If you're that interested in her feelings, ask her out to dinner.
Sturgis
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
Alright, I am clearing things up! As you happen to know Sturgis I DO have a girlfriend. Her name is Jean – no, not Pants or whatever the hell you called her. Second of all, what did you mean by that love comment in the message? And I am not asking her out to dinner! I'll make a ruddy fool of myself!
Harm
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
Now, to clarify some things, Sir – you do seem to care an AWFUL lot about Colonel Mackenzie. I mean, not that we don't (Sturgis and I). She's our friend and we care for her like friends do, but you do seem to be very . . . uh, PERSONALLY interested in her.
Not that you're in Love with her or anything. I mean, you do have a girlfriend and all. And I'd never suggest that you'd do anything to compromise your relationship with . . . Jean. But you've got to look at it from a bystander's perspective. You and the Colonel seem awfully close.
Bud
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
I second the motion.
Sturgis
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
Look, you guys don't know what you're TALKING about! Mac and I are . . . yes, we're friends. Good friends, even. Maybe best friends – but I am not . . . how did you put it, Bud? PERSONALLY interested in her. I mean she's . . . well . . . yes, she's obviously got . . . well, she's got an attractive personality.
And friends are close! I do have a girlfriend, but I can still keep close female friends and – I don't know why I'm defending myself to you!
Harm
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
You quite sure her personality is the only thing you find attractive?
Sturgis
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
That's none of your business.
Harm
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
I think it would be a lot easier on us all if you just asked her out.
Bud
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
I second the motion.
Sturgis
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: This Lunch
Oh shut up, second-motion-man. Mac and I are just FRIENDS. I don't see why I have to constantly defend this fact! And if I want to take Mac out to dinner then I will and until then I kindly request that you KEEP YOUR MOUTHES SHUT!
Harm
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: Harm
Cranky isn't he?
Sturgis
To: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: Harm
I don't think he slept well last night.
Bud
To: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: Harm
And we don't wonder who he was dreaming about.
Sturgis
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: Dinner
Hey,
So – um, do you want to have dinner with me tonight? That is, if you don't have any other plans? I know a great place where we could go.
Harm
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: say yes!
Well, what are you waiting for? Say yes, yes, YES!
Harriet
To: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: say yes!
How did you . . . STOP READING OVER MY SHOULDER.
Mac
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: say yes!
Not the point. Say yes, say yes, say yes!
Harriet
To: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: say yes!
If you don't stop looking over my shoulder I'm switching seats.
Mac
To: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: say yes!
Just say yes. You know you want to.
Harriet
To: Harriet Sims (harriet(dot)sims(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: say yes!
Keep nagging me and I won't.
Mac
To: Harmon Rabb (harmon(dot)rabb(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: dinner
Sure – where do you want me to meet you?
Mac
A/N: Yay, my favorite part of the chapter. Poll time! Ok, so where do you think Harm should take her for 'dinner'? If you remember where he takes her, vote for that. It'll make me feel like I'm doing something right. If you don't remember or just don't know, vote anyway for where you think he should take her. I never finished this story so I still might write your idea in.