Title: Moments
Fandom: JAG
Characters: General (Harmon Rabb/Sarah Mackenzie)
Prompt: #51 – Water
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Info: General Series (Harm/Mac, Episode: Hail & Farewell Part II)

A/N: Number 4, and maybe if I ask enough times, DPB will remember not to sue me since I'm only borrowing them.

It's an odd feeling, being trapped in a moment when you know that everything is about to change. You can affect the type of change that comes about, but you can do nothing to stop it, because that's the nature of life, just when you think everything is relatively settled, some new upheaval comes along and changes things again. You can't stay in one place too long, because you'll eventually get left behind, and if you try to stop the changes you might get trampled.

It was one of these moments that Sarah MacKenzie now found herself caught in. True to form, there was a sense of anticipation of whatever lay ahead, and in all honesty, most times she liked that life was constantly changing. It challenged her, molded her, maybe even made her a better person. It she had to put a picture to it, she'd think of the ocean, always moving, never stagnating, and affecting everything. And thinking of the ocean made her think of Harm, and through the years, he had become her ocean, complex and ever-changing, but always there. Her constant.

It had taken her long enough to realize that, though. And that brought up moments when she wasn't so proud of the changes, because she knew they'd been caused by bad choices. Sometimes she wished that she could remain in these moments until she made the right choice, despite chiding herself over what she considered a juvenile notion. Just as soon as the moment started, it would be over and she'd be left to deal with the consequences.

There'd been plenty of these moments lately, all of them with less than satisfactory resolutions, or none at all. She couldn't say what was different about this moment... well maybe it was because she was tired of drifting through life, just letting things happen. Or the fact that she'd had enough of feeling like she was being dragged under the waves and out of control.

Whatever the reasons, the result was clear, because they'd sat together, staring at the ocean as if asking it for the answers. She was feeling adrift again, and once more, he was trying to help anchor her. There had been plenty of times when their moments had intersected- this was one of them.

He'd asked her to talk to him, and she'd said there was more to it than just another of her failed romances, so he'd just told her to let him know when she was ready and then started walking, pausing to look back for a second. And it hit her that she was doing it again, just letting things happen, and it had to stop sometime. So she got up and started towards him. And when he knew she was there even without looking, and slowed his pace to match hers, she grabbed onto the moment.

"Harm? Just walk with me?"

When their hands met of their own accord, he just looked at her and smiled.

"Always, Mac. Always."