Title: Entretien de Coeur (Roughly, 'Heart Talk' in French)
Fandom: JAG
Characters: General + (Harm/Mac)
Prompt: #38 – Touch
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG
Info: Season 7, Mixed Messages.

Basically just the plot line about Mac returning from Indonesia, Lillyana's not in this, though she exists in this universe, she's just not part of this story.

And pretend for a moment that Mac flew into a civilian airport on the way back, and that Renee has been sent on her merry way already.

Sometimes she realized how much she underestimated touch. A rather simple connection, in fact had the ability to change one's whole outlook. This, she decided the moment she stepped into his arms. He didn't have to come, she wasn't expecting him, but she was glad he was here all the same. She didn't know yet whose idea it was for him to meet her at the airport, and maybe she didn't care. All she knew is that when she stepped off the plane and saw him waiting in civvies, she forgot every reason she had for distancing herself and indulged in a selfish whim- the need to connect.

They stood that way for minutes, heedless of passersby, letting their hearts start the repair work they needed so badly after the past year. When the silence finaly wasn't enough, they eased back, watching and hoping for a cue or direction.

"Harm, can we work things out?"

There, she'd taken the first step, and yes it was a slightly ambiguous one, but she figured they had to start somewhere. She wasn't afraid to look him in the eye, and let her heart to the talking instead of her head for once.

The past few months had been especially difficult. He had waited, given her the time she needed to work things out in her head, and eventually let her know in his own way that he was here. She could see the moment comprehension dawned in him.

'Message sent and received.'

A shared smile, and his confident remark was all it took to change things. Mainly because she knew how to look beyond what he said and hear what he meant.

"We always have." 'We always will.'

This was their hearts talking, and it was pure and simple, without need for word-games. It was understood now that a missing piece of their world had just clicked into place, and when their lips touched, it was enough.