Title: Admitting Love
Fandom: JAG
Characters: General (Harmon Rabb/Sarah Mackenzie)
Prompt: #33 – Too Much
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG
Info: Harm/Mac, Episode: Lifeline

A/N: Third drabble, and I still don't own 'em

"You lose control in my world and you die."
"You're not flying a tomcat now. You don't need that lifeline. Let it go before it becomes a noose."
-Harm and Mac, Lifeline

It was his kiss that did her in, opened her mind to every single possibility she'd thought was long gone, and to the fact that history was about to repeat itself in the form of a bad decision that drew closer every day.

She'd later realize that everything changed in a moment, and that when she looked up into his eyes, every doubt she'd had about them flew out the window. They'd talked that night, went deeper than they'd ever dared, but this time with the somber realization that nothing would ever be the same. They'd made promises they could only hope to keep, and that only time would be able to judge. But then they'd come as close as they ever had to admitting love, and the rest was history.

Tears were in her eyes, any thought of a professional facade long gone as her hand made it's way to his shoulder, putting them in a position reminiscent of dancing. But it seemed they'd been dancing almost from the very beginning.

"I… I can't do this. It's too much, Harm. I can't."

And of course, he misunderstood what she meant at first and started to back away, only to be pulled closer.

"I wasn't talking about you Harm, you're the only thing I'm actually sure about. Well, mostly."

She had to smile a tiny bit at that, despite the tears falling down her face.

As her hand wandered up to trace his face, she cursed herself for not seeing what he had tried to tell her before. He cursed himself for not trying harder to make her see, but maybe they had to get through that to appreciate where they were then. And so he took a deep breath and let go of the lifeline tightening around his neck. He'd let go, and hope she'd catch him.

"So what are you talking about?"

"Mic, the wedding, everything... It's all out of control, and if we're talking about lifelines and nooses, I've got one of my own."

"If you're not sure, Mac, then I'm asking you right now not to let this go any farther."

"I'm sure of you- you've always been there. And, I'm sure that I can't marry someone I don't love."

"Then don't marry him, Mac."

Clarity came quickly, the realization that they had both let go, and that it was only left for them to catch each other. Slowly, they wrapped into a hug, an unspoken resolution made, and finally, peace.

With her head tucked into Harm's chest, her voice was muffled.

"God, we're screwed up aren't we?"

It wasn't accusatory or bitter, it actually sounded like she was amused.

"Well at least we can be screwed up together."

"Sounds like a plan."

There were still issues, but they'd work them out. Together.