OK I really meant Monday - but couldn't bare to leave y'all and Harm hanging there. So here's what's next. - Dix.

Chapter 2 - No Worries

Experts say that one concussion is too many. For Rabb, that was certainly the case since this one was accompanied by amnesia. However, it did allow him to relive a few firsts. "What the hell did you call me?" He asked the nurse.

"Harm." She repeated.

"Is that some kind of joke?"

"No." She smiled. "It's your name."

"God who would name their kid that?"

"Your parents, I'm guessing." She replied. "And it's Harmon actually." She pumped up the blood pressure cuff and eyed her watch.

Harm relaxed into the pillow, still shaking his head. Nothing seemed familiar. Not his surroundings for sure and certainly not the sound of his name. He knew he was in trouble. After all it must have taken quite a wallop on the head to achieve amnesia. The doctor said that this wasn't the first serious injury he'd sustained, but wouldn't say how long it might take for his memory to return. Just shrugged his shoulders and told him that the cast on his leg would keep him from running any foot races for about 6 weeks and with heads it was more difficult to tell.

The nurse wasn't much more helpful. She didn't know how long he'd been in hospital; only that he'd been in an accident and the doctor might release him in three or four days.

Three days. Three days in this bland hospital room; four walls and a window. He couldn't imagine what he'd do in three days, if he needed someone else to tell him his name. How would he know where to go, where to live, how to live; if he didn't know who he was? The nurse left with a wave, drawing the curtain around his bed as she went. Harm closed his eyes as much to block out the overhead florescent light as to check the overwhelming fear he felt. How long he lay he didn't know, but it turned out there was really no cause for concern. He didn't have to go out searching for his life. It came back to him, full force, in the form of Sarah Mackenzie.

He heard her before he saw her. She wasn't shouting exactly so he couldn't understand what she was saying. But from the tone and phrasing, it sounded like she could run the whole hospital if she wanted.

The nurse drew back the curtain finally, and Sarah Mackenzie stood before him. Harm was immediately relieved at the sight of her. Her dark hair had a wind blown look that he found extraordinarily appealing. She was dressed in a pale v-necked sweater over black jeans. Her jacket and purse lay over her arm. He looked at her a long minute as she appraised him.

"They tell me you can't remember anything. Do you know me?" She asked.

"Never seen you before in my life." He said and at the same time thinking - how could I forget someone who looks like you? He smiled.

She shook her head. "You think you don't know me, but you think it's ok to use that smile on me. Harm you may have forgotten a few things, but you're in there somewhere." She pulled up a chair and introduced herself. "Sarah Mackenzie."

They shook hands. He'd stuck out his hand on impulse. He wanted to touch her. When she resettled into the chair beside the bed, he noticed the diamond ring on her left hand.

"That's quite a rock." He said feeling bold. "Any chance I gave it to you?"

The look on her face was enough. It set him back quite a ways. She looked down as though she'd forgotten it was there. When she looked at him again her composure was back.

"No." She said. "We're not engaged."

"Am I." He stumbled remembering the look of shock on her face. "Am I married or engaged to someone?"

"How do you know you're not gay?" She asked turning the tables. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly.

Harm's look of self doubt was short lived. "Don't know." He said and blushed. "Actually, I know how I felt when I saw you - can't be gay and feel that way about a woman."

Now it was her turn to blush. She laughed to hide her embarassment. It was a good answer. "I might be your sister." She said.

"Nope," he shook his head firmly. "Don't have a sister."

"Well you're right there."

He yawned then. "Sorry" he said. "Living without a brain is very tiring."

"No worries." She said. "I'll be back."

He yawned again and repeated what she'd said. "No worries." His eyes fluttered shut and it didn't take long for him to drift off. "No worries." Intended to alleviate his distress, the phrase actually gave him nightmares. In his dreams, he could see a man in a white, with Sarah Mackenzie on his arm. They were walking away from him. No worries the man kept saying, but with everything in him, Harm felt nothing but anxiety. He awoke hot and in some discomfort. He found the buzzer for the nurse, and was surprised to have Sarah Mackenzie there first.

"Are you alright?" She said leaning over him; her face filled with concern.

"More meds." he managed to say. Then he lay back on the pillow still and pale.

Mac nodded and stepped aside so the nurse could come in. She took his temperature, and his blood pressure, checked the levels on the IV solution on the pole, and checked the chart at the foot of his bed. "You hang in there for a bit Harm I'm gonna call the doctor. "

The doctor took all of 5 minutes to arrive. He read the chart, looked carefully at Harm's leg bathed in the cast, took his temperature and double checked his blood pressure. He spoke to the nurse and made notes on the chart. As he made for the door, Sarah Mackenzie stepped into his path.

"What's up." she said with a nod towards the patient.

"You related?" He asked.

"No," she said. "I've got power of attorney."

The doctor turned towards the nurse and she nodded her confirmation.

"Step into the hall." In the hall they introduced themselves.

"It looks like he may have a little infection brewing. Not sure yet. We're going to keep a close eye on him for the next while and administer some antibiotics and go from there. You can sit with him if you like. But don't expect much."

She nodded. Sarah Mackenzie watched the doctor go. She turned back to the room. Harm's eyes were closed. She swung her bag over her shoulder and made for the bank of payphones outside the visitor's room. The Admiral took her call at home.

"Good evening Sir."

"Colonel how is he?"

"He's conscious, but he has amnesia. There is some concern about infection at this point. His right leg is fractured below the knee. It's in a cast. He has broken ribs and some minor cuts and bruises. The doctor expects he will be well enough to be released in 3 or 4 days, but he isn't making any predictions about the head injury." There was a moments silence while Admiral Chedwiggen processed her report.

"Is there anything you need Colonel?"

"No Sir."

"I was able to contact his mother. Mr. And Mrs. Burnett should be there sometime tomorrow. Tiner's still trying to reach Miss Pedersen. You alright 'till his parents show up?"

"Yes Sir."

"Very good." The Admiral's voice was filled with concern. " Mac, anything changes you let me know."

"Yes sir."

She hung up, but stood for another full minute with her hand on the receiver. Finally she picked it up, swiped her credit card and dialled. Mic picked up on the second ring.

"Hi Mic."

"Sarah." In one word she couldn't guess his mood.

"Did you get my message?"

"Yah." He said. "So how is he?"

"They're talking about releasing him in a few days. He's got some broken bones and amnesia."

"Poor bugger." was all Mic could manage. "So how long will you be down there?"

"His parents are enroute. I'll be home after they get here. Tomorrow maybe or the day after."

"OK luv."

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Love you Sarah."

"Love you."

Once the receiver was back in the cradle she turned her back on the phone decisively and went back to Harm's room. He seemed soundly asleep so she settled into the chair beside his bed as best she could and was soon asleep herself.

… coming soon the ever popular Chapter 3: Harm Who? - Dix.