A/N: Hey guuuuuuys. I'm back. I told you I would be.
This chapter goes out to Shron whose birthday was yesterday! So sorry I missed it, buddy. But since you apparently like the Goo Goo Dolls, I'm also naming this chapter after a song/album of theirs.
I saw this tour in July and again in November. Amazing.
Let Love In
To : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Jen Coates (Jennifer(dot)coates(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
Subject: Operation Break the Barrier
Hey everybody/sirs,
I do believe you are all familiar with Captain Harmon Rabb and Colonel Sarah Mackenzie. Well … Harm and Mac, you see … under the recent circumstances, I am lead to believe that … considering the lengths at which the captain and colonel have gone to … ah, screw it. Enough time has passed. It's been ten years, guys.
Ten.
Years.
Enough is enough. We can't stand aside and watch them ruin the best years of their lives because they're too stubborn to just admit their feelings for each other. And we all know they have them …
So if you're with me on this, and you think Harm and Mac deserve a decent shot, email me back. The more people I have in on this plan, the smoother it will run. I understand if you want no part in this … "meddling" as Bud calls it … of their lives, but believe me, it's for the better.
We've got one week to break the barrier, ladies and gentlemen. Your service would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Ex-Lieutenant Harriet Sims (A/N: She did finish at Lieutenant, right?)
P.S: What name do you like better … William or Jordie?
To: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From: Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject : HARRIET!!!!!!!
HARRIET! I leave you for ONE minute. ONE MINUTE to get take out Chinese and you email EVERYONE. My BOSS, my EX-BOSS, my COWORKERS … EVERYONE.
HARRIET, THIS IS INSANE.
NO ONE IS GOING TO AGREE TO YOUR CRAZY PLAN.
And WILLIAM is sooooo much better than Jordie.
Bud
To : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject !!!!!!!!
SHE EMAILED GENERAL CRESSWELL!!!!!!!
You're so screwed.
Sturgis
To : Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re !!!!!!!!!
Shut up.
To : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject : Operation Yada Yada Yada
She's holding a freaking intervention!
To : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re : Operation Yada Yada Yada
Bud must be jumping out of skin right now.
To : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
Re : HARRIET!!!!!!!
Bud, don't freak out on me. I'm doing what needs to be done. For the good of Harm and Mac. I mean, honey, don't you think your best friend and my best friend deserve the kind of happiness we have?
Your Loving Wife
To : Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re : HARRIET!!!!!!!
But that's my BOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Your Disgruntled Husband
To : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: Operation Yada Yada Yada
So what do you think?
To : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re : Operation Yada Yada Yada
Well of course we have to do it. I can't stand their sexual tension anymore.
To : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re: Operation Yada Yada Yada
You think what YOU deal with is sexual tension? Try eight years of that.
To : AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
From : Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Re : Operation Yada Yada Yada
I never wondered why you retired.
To : Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)
From : Bud Roberts (bud(dot)roberts(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Sturgis Turner (sturgis(dot)turner(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Jen Coates (Jennifer(dot)coates(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), AJ Chegwidden (aj(dot)chegwidden(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com), Gordon Cresswell (gordon(dot)creswell(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)
Subject: Operation Break the Barrier
We're in.
2042
Harm's Apartment
Mac's POV
"Hmmm … that's strange …" I muttered, as I set Harm's phone back down on the recharger.
"What's strange?"
I looked over at Harm, who was tucking little AJ into his bed. Harm smoothed his hand over AJ's rebellious blonde curls. "I just called Jen, and I guess she's out," I said.
"Well … Mac," Harm grinned, smart-alecky. "She's a young woman … and we're in London."
"I know, I know," I said, rolling my eyes. "I understand Jen being out. But so is Sturgis."
"Again, Mac …"
"And Bud, and Harriet, and the Admiral, and the General, and …" I began, but Harm cut me off.
"Why are you calling the Admiral and the General?" he interrupted.
"I wanted to ask about our next Partnership Building Class thing," I said.
Harm's face drew a blank.
I laughed to him. "Things just zoom in one ear and out the other, don't they?"
"I always felt the need for speed," he said and I found myself smiling at him. His breath seemed to deepen, his eyes penetrating mine. My heart started to beat quicker. Good lord …
"Uncle Harm?"
We broke our gaze.
"Yeah, Jimbo?" Harm said, looking to the other side of the bed where Jimmy laid curled against his older brother (how precious is that?)
Jimmy looked up at Harm dolefully. He batted his big brown eyes. "I didn't brush my teeth."
Harm feigned shock. "You didn't? What were you doing in the bathroom for so long?"
Jimmy bit his lower lip. "I was peeing."
I burst out laughing, and Harm did too. "Alright, come on, sport," Harm said, and picked Jimmy up off the bed. Jimmy giggled, and Harm put him on his shoulders. He turned back to me, standing next to the bed.
"Hey, Mac, maybe you should read AJ a bedtime story …" Harm said, while walking backwards to the door.
"Yeah, Harm, but – "
"I think I have a few kid books in the shelf to the right, but otherwise … well, just use your imagination …"
"Harm! Watch ou –"
Harm whirled around and as he did so, Jimmy's head clunked against the ridge of the door. "Jimmy!" I exclaimed, and pulled him off Harm's shoulders. I cradled the three year old delicately.
"You just have to be over six feet, don't you?" I pressed.
Harm pushed aside my comment. "Hey, Jimmy buddy … y'okay?"
Jimmy looked up at us, a little confusedly. "Huh?"
I looked up worried. "Do you think we should take him to the ER?"
"ER, Mac? It was just a little bump."
"It was a big bump, and he's only three, Harm," I argued.
"But the twins are sleeping, and AJ's settled in and …"
I glared him down.
"And we'll put them all in the car …" Harm finished. He cast a worried look at Jimmy, running his fingers fondly through Jimmy's dark brown hair. "Come on, buddy … you're okay …"
I sighed exasperatedly, picking AJ up out of Harm's bed. "Harriet's not going to be happy about this …"
Several Minutes Later
Outside Harm's Apartment
"Alright guys …" Harriet whispered. "This is it." She looked over the group. "Ready?"
"Lets just do it, Lieutenant," the Admiral barked.
She looked over at Bud, searching for signs of approval. "Okay?"
"Let's rock this joint."
Harriet hammered on the door. "Captain! Colonel!"
Silence.
Harriet knocked again. "Harm! Mac!"
More silence.
Bud looked at his watch. "It's nearly nine thirty … the kids are supposed to be in bed. Where are they?"
"You just missed them."
The group turned around.
"Hey, my name is Vicky. I'm the Captain's neighbor. I just saw him, a woman, and a bunch of kids go down the hall," the woman offered. "Said they were going to the ER."
"Oh shitttttttttttttt."
"The kids," Bud whispered.
"The plan," Harriet cried. She cast an anxious look at the clock. "This is NOT supposed to be happening."
A/N: Okay, yeah, it's short again. I'm really really sorry, but it's four thirty in the morning and I just can't fill anymore space. But if you're good, and you leave me some feedback (criticism, praise, whatever – I don't care), I'll update on Sunday. Scout's honor.
Not that I was ever a scout or anything.