Title: Reunion
Author: red rooster dawn
Pairing: Harm/Mac
Disclaimer: JAG is property of Belisarius productions, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: With trepidation Mac returns home for her high school reunion.
part three
The ladies saw the looks that were shared between Harm and Mac causing them all to sigh as they recognized two people deeply in love.
"Sarah, can you tell us what you have been doing since you left high school. None of us saw you after the graduation party." pleaded Connie.
"Can you tell us something about Harm and how you met him?" asked Debbie.
"I think some of you remembered that I used to hang out with a boy named Eddie. There were many night we spent drinking so I could avoid being at home with my abusive father. As many of you did after graduation we partied long into the night.
What some of you might not have known we got into his car. He was driving too fast and crashed. He died. I was thrown from the car and hit the pavement. I was in the hospital for two weeks before my uncle got me and took me to Red Rock Mesa to dry out.
We stayed there for the rest of the summer before I went to college. After college I joined the marines and became an officer. My first duty station was in Japan where I was the Public Affairs Officer.
I handled disputes between the Navy and the local population. I learned to speak Japanese while I was stationed there. I already knew how to speak French, Spanish, German, Russian, and Farsi. After Japan I went to Duke Law School and received a law degree. I spent the next two years in Bosnia and another year in Los Angeles.
Then six years ago I came to Washington. Harm was receiving a medal from the President for saving the CAG's life after not flying for more than five years. I had arrived late so I was waiting for him and the Admiral in the White House Rose Garden.
I have never seen a more beautiful place on earth. There were so many different kinds of roses of different sizes, textures, and colors. The aroma from all the roses was intoxicating.
I heard some footsteps coming my way so I turned around and saw the most gorgeous man in dress whites and gold wings shining on his chest. He stopped in front of me and gazed deeply into my eyes as if he was searching for my damaged soul.
I offered him my hand, but he continued to look deeply into my eyes. When the Admiral asked if we knew each other, he said yes as I said no. I was confused because I had never met Harm before." recounted Mac.
"Sarah looked liked a girl I went to the Academy with named Diane. A few months before I met Sarah I was scheduled to meet with her. We were going away for a week to talk about our future, whether or not we would get married.
Unfortunately she was killed the night before we were to meet. When I saw Sarah I thought I was seeing Diane again, but Sarah was wearing a marine uniform, not a naval uniform. I knew I needed to get to know her." added Harm.
"We've spent most of the last six years traveling the world together seeking truth, justice, and the American way." smiled Mac.
"That's a wonderful story Sarah." sighed Trudy.
"Can you tell us about one of your adventures Sarah?" asked Veronica.
"Last year about this time we spent a few months in Afghanistan. We went there for a Tribunal to tried an Al Qaeda leader. He was very arrogant. Harm got him to confess to what he had done. He thought he could tell us his plans and we wouldn't be able to stop him.
He was found guilty and committed suicide. We found out from a CIA agent that Al Qaeda had spent two hundred million dollars to buy an old Russian submarine.
On the way back to Afghanistan the terrorist met up with some Chechen rebels and bought some dirty radioactive material that had stolen from a Russian nuclear waste disposal yard. We almost caught him in a bombing raid, but he managed to escape with the radioactive material.
He had an Afghan family transport the radioactive material to western Afghanistan. We drove across Afghanistan to find that the family had died from radiation exposure." recounted Mac.
"You left out some of the interesting parts of the story Sarah. We went for a ride to question some of the villagers who might have information about the terrorist and you took your eyes off the road." interrupted Harm.
"What happened Sarah?" asked Robin. Why would she take her eyes off the road.
"I was looking at Harm. He looked so good sitting there. He had a very contented look on his face. I said to him you like it here, it's man country. He just gave me one of his wonderful smiles that caused my heart to flutter.
Next thing I know he's yelling at me to look out for the goats. I was wondering why he wanted me to look for goats when I turned my head and saw a herd of them in the middle of the road. I swerved to missed them." smiled Mac.
"And drove into a minefield blowing out the tires of the jeep. I was tossed out of the jeep into the middle of the minefield. I stepped on a mine as I tried to walk out. I was lucky not to have been killed." whined Harm.
"I got you out didn't I? We started walking until it got dark. I laid out our stuff for the night." continued Mac.
"Yeah, she put a divider in between us. I told her it gets cold at night in the desert. We should share body heat." said Harm as he winked to the ladies.
"I asked her if I should call down to the front desk. She made me beg her to join me. She did give me one of her most beautiful smiles before saying yes."
"That sounds so wonderful." sighed Nancy. The thought of spending a night alone in the desert with a handsome man was enticing.
"It was for fifteen minutes. Just as I was getting comfortable in his arms we were caught in a bombing run and were almost killed." replied Mac as she saw her friends totally invested in the story.
"That's awful." moaned Nancy wondering how they managed to escape.
"Yeah, it's been over a year now and he still hasn't let me drive since. We use to share in the driving before then." pouted Mac. "It's not like I don't know how to drive, I drive a corvette."
"You drive a corvette Sarah? I thought you said anyone who drove a corvette was a pompous ass?" asked Abigail smiling.
"You said driving a jeep was the only way for a real person to travel." smiled Betty.
"Harm drove a corvette." smiled Mac hearing the sighs from all her friends. "It was stolen from him a couple years ago. He asked me to go with him to pick out a new car.
I mentioned that he should take his girlfriend Jordan with him to pick out a new car. He said that if you took your girlfriend with you to buy a car then you should probably marry them." drawing more than a few "Oohs!" from the ladies.
"What?" replied Harm as he winked to several of the ladies.
"You asked Sarah, your lady friend to go car shopping with you. You don't have to be Freud to know that you wanted Sarah to be your wife." replied Cindy.
"So not true ladies, she was my best friend. We used to spend sixteen hours a day together. You learn to trust each other's opinions and insights on matters." replied Harm with a sly smile.
"That was when I drove a corvette for the first time. It was like 'Wow!' What a driving experience! So I traded in my jeep and bought it." chuckled Mac.
The ladies were looking through the photo album hoping to see Sarah with her corvette. They came across one with Sarah dressed in a black evening gown leaning against her red corvette convertible.
"Sarah, did you do some modeling?" asked Beth.
"No, why?" asked Mac."There is a photo here with you wearing an evening gown leaning against a corvette convertible." replied Beth.
Mac had to take a moment to reflect on the photo. What photo was Beth referring to? Then she remembered Harm took the picture a few weeks after she bought the car. They were going to a formal fourth of July party.
"Harm took that photo. He wanted to show me I looked better driving a corvette than a jeep." smiled Mac.
"That's not exactly true Sarah. I showed that picture to Mr. Edwards, the dealer. He wanted you to pose in front of a few more corvettes. He took ten thousand off the sticker price." smiled Harm.
"He told me that he sold more corvettes in the next six months than he had sold in the last five years. He wrote off six months worth of payments." smile Mac.
"That's not hard to believe Sarah. You look so beautiful in that gown." wailed Cassie.
"So what happened in Afghanistan?" asked Mary. She wasn't really interested in hearing about Sarah's corvette or how beautiful she was. They all knew how special Sarah was since they were together in high school.
"A couple of days later we found out the terrorist we were tracking had been seen driving to western Afghanistan. Harm did all the driving. He drove through the night. At one point we had rival gangs shooting at us as we drove through.
We found the truck, but the terrorist wasn't there, only the driver and his family. They had died from radiation sickness. We notified the Captain of the Fleet about the missing radioactive material.
When we got back on board the aircraft carrier the captain assigned Harm to fly a sortie looking for the missing sub that was reported to have a dirty nuke on board. Harm used to be a fighter pilot in his younger days.
He was the best pilot and still holds the record for shooting down missiles. On this sortie he was supposed to shoot down the missile before it reached ten miles of the fleet. Unfortunately they didn't locate the missile until it was too close to the fleet." Mac continued on with the story.
"Harm is a pilot?" asked Heather.
"I fly tomcats in my spare time." beamed Harm giving the ladies one of his special flyboy smiles.
"So you got yourself a pilot after all Sarah." teased Tammy.
"What's that?" asked Harm as his ears perked up. He was surprised to hear that Sarah wanted to marry a pilot.
"It was all she ever talked about when we were growing up. She was going to find herself a fighter pilot and marry him. He would take her away from her father and they would see the world together." said Tammy.
"I managed to get away from my father just fine all by myself thank you very much." countered Mac.
"I knew it! You are a sucker for dress whites and gold wings." exclaimed Harm smugly.
"Now you've done it Tammy. His oversized ego just doubled in size. There will be no living with him now. It's bad enough that it has been well documented that he is the best pilot to have ever flown in the Navy, but did you have to stroke his ego." moaned Mac.
"As for dress whites and gold wings, they are highly overrated. I just happened to like the man who was wearing them. I actually prefer Harm in his blues. He look more distinguish.
It isn't easy finding a good looking man tall enough so that I can wear my four inch heels. Most men don't like a woman who is taller than they are. I like to be able to look up at a man or lie my head on his chest when I'm dancing with him." explained Mac.