Title: Healing
Fandom: JAG
Characters: General (Harm/Mac)
Prompt: #80 - Healing
Word Count: 407
Rating: PG
Info: hmm, not sure what it is, but sometime after Harm came back

So many things have gone wrong since one little word sent them on a tailspin they're only now starting to pull out of. The nightmares are threatening to close in again, and she's tired of it all. They've tried to break her so many times lately. The regrets, and the fears, the endless 'what ifs' and the problems she can't let go of, but also can't let herself think of during the day will try to haunt her through the darkness. But tonight, she's going to sleep soundly, without fear. Tonight, she's in his arms.

By some strange twist of circumstance and fate they've been thrown together again, and while they didn't start out the night together, she can finally accept what her mind has been telling her for so long.

A nightmare is what brought her around to action, based on the knowledge that she can't exist without him. For a second though, the thought of taking down the barriers and letting him in scared her more than her nightmares. But that second passed quickly, and shaky fingers dialed his number. After a few rings, she heard his sleepy voice through the phone line and lost her confidence, quickly making up some excuse that sounded flimsy even to her.

This time, he recognized the call for help when he heard it, and a few minutes later, she found him on her doorstep, being there for her as much as she'd let him. And this time she realized she was too damn tired to be proud. So gradually all of it came out, the words she didn't mean, and the things she thought she'd never get to say to correct them, and even the nightmares which came all too often.

It wasn't until she took a deep breath and realized that it didn't hurt anymore did she understand how much things had changed in the time it had taken them to move from the door to the couch, eventually curling into a familiar hug. That she hadn't realized just how much it was healing her by talking to him. Or at least she hadn't understood all of that until he tugged her closer, laying them back along the couch with her old afghan draped over them, then just closed his eyes and kept holding her. There were no grand declarations of love, just the promise of life and two people who meant the world to each other.