But really, she just wanted him to realize that she couldn't wait for him any longer. She loved him with all her heart. She'd loved him for years. There was so much between them. How could he not see? But then again, maybe she was just imagining it. Maybe it was all one sided.
She sighed. It was hard to admit but how could he love her and ask for more time? How could she love him and not be able to accept that he needs more time? The fact of the matter is that she's waitied for years. In those years she has loved, admired, and befriended harm. More then just befriended him really. They had become best friends. What kind of friend was she? Acting the way she did the other night. A Spiteful one ar most. No, she didn't want to wait any longer for Harm, but under the circumstances what choice did she have?
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Harm sat on the bed in his hotel suite. He had been wracking his brain for almost a week on how to get Mac to forgive him. So far he was unable to come up with anything actually feasable.
He had thought that he would borrow one of the Australian Navy's jets and show her how he sees the world. He couldn't see the Australian Navy lending him one of their planes.
Then he had thought that he would simply bring her somewhere nice for dinner, maybe somewhere that sold authentic Australian food. Then he would take her for a drive, in a car that he would rent, to show her the Australian country side. It occured to him that Mac was too angry to just go where ever he wanted her to go and, lets face it, he knew nothing about the AUstralian country side.
There was a knock on his door. Harm got up to answer it. He was supprised when he opened the door to Bud.
"Hey Harm." Bud entered the room when Harm stood back to let him in.
"Hey, what's up?"
Bud rubber his head sheepishly. "Well...ah"
"Yes Bud"
"Um"
"Spit it out Bud." Harm growled.
"Are you alright Harm?" Bud inquired. He had noticed the tension between Harm and Mac. ANyone within a hundred miles would have noticed.
Harm sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He sat on the ugly green and yellow stripped couch that was in his room and put his head in his hands.
"I don't know Bud. I really don't." Harm told Bud all about the other night. How He had told Mac that He needed more time and how Mac couldn't accept that. "So you see Bud," He finished, "I have to find a way to make it up to her"
"Well Commander, I think I might have a good solution"
"You do?" Harm choked out. He slowly took his hands away from his face. His eyes were a little red and if you looked really close, like Bud often did, you could see the corners of his eyes were a little damp. It looked as if he had been crying. Buds heart went out to Harm. Harm was looking at him, patiently waiting for him to continue. He was saving this for Harriet...but...desperate times call of desperate measures.