Author's Note: After reading my first installment, I'm very embarrassed with all the mistakes I made. I think I was just excited to get the story out there to hear what people think before I went further in the story that I totally forget some of the things that important for every story. I hope this goes better!

AN2: Since I'm new to writing, and I'm not sure about acquiring a beta-reader. But I'm interested in having one. Can anyone help me in this area? Do I have to fine one or is someone interested in being one for me? Thanks! :)

I am very thankful for all of the reviews, but you all are so nice. Seriously, I have not wrote a fictional story since High School which as been quite a few years ago. I know I have made mistakes so please point them out to me, it will only make me a better writer! :)

Disclaimer: NOT MINE, seriously if they were, things would have been different

Getting the Words Out

Mac's POV

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

1600

I can just feel my body shaking as I put my hand up to knock on his door. I can't believe I'm here and doing this. Yeah, I know that this talk between Harm and I is so desperately needed but since now I have been avoiding it. I laugh at myself because I am a Marine and I am willing to sacrifice myself for my country but I am too much of a chicken to shallow my pride and doing something about this thing that's between Harm and I. I think of only one thing...Coward!

I jump several inches as the door violently opens. I look at Harm who looks as handsome as ever with only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. My mind travels off to another world with thinking about Harm's body underneath those clothes. I begin to think about how firm everything would feel underneath my fingertips. It takes Harm several seconds to get my attention.

"Mac...Mac...MAC!" He shouts and I finally come back down to earth. I finally make eye contact with him. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, I just was thinking about something." I say with a smile. "You look nice."

"Oh this is nothing, however you are the one who looks wonderful tonight" He says with that famous flyboy grin. I look myself over and laugh as I'm only wearing jeans with a pink basic tee shirt. Harm turns around and heads to his kitchen. I quickly follow after shutting the door.

"Harm I know that we agreed to talk and then eat, but I'm starving and I don't think that I will be able to fully put my mind into a conversation that needs my full attention. I'm sorry, but I need food." Perfect timing because my stomach grumbles loudly. Harm laughs.

"Its funny because I'm not at all surprised." He's still laughing.

I produce a glare while I point a finger a him. "Harmon Rabb, I do not want to hear it from you. I just ran a race and half today and I need some food to refuel myself." He finally stops and straightens his posture.

"Yes ma'am!" He salutes me and I just shake my head at him. "I know that we discuss that we were going to make dinner however my kitchen is empty and I only have ingredients that would make my wonderful meatless meatloaf." I open my mouth to say something but he raises his hands in the air to stop me. "Don't even say it. I am not that cruel to make you eat it. So our only options are to order out or go out to eat. You pick"

"I would rather just order out if you don't mind" I'm exhausted and would just like to relax more than anything.

"Sounds great to me! Now the question is what to order out for. Pizza? Chinese? Italian? I am really in the mood for anything?"

"Chinese sounds good" Together we go through his take out menus and call our order in. "Thirty minutes to waste...what should we do until then?" I ask him. I'm not sure if we should start the talk now and stop to eat or just start it afterwards.

"Why don't we just go sit on the couch and start talking and see were it leads us." He raises his eyebrows and I can tell he is hoping that I will agree. I just nod. "Want a water?" I nod again. I slowly walk to the couch and take up the end and drop the throw pillow on my lap with my feet underneath me. Harm follows me with two waters, puts them on the coffee table and sits on the opposite end.

"So..." I have no idea how to start this. I know I have things that I want to say but I'm not sure if I can get it out the way I want it to. I glance at Harm, he is staring at his hands that are clasped together while resting on his lap. We sit there for a few minutes not moving or saying anything. I feel that this is going to be pointless and I'm ready to just walk out that door, but his voice stops me.

"Mac...umm...I want to...umm...I.." For a man who is a great lawyer and is really good with his words, he is really at loss with words with trying to get out whatever he wants to say to me. I look at him and he finally makes eye contact with me.

"Just say it Harm" I tell him with concern

"I just want to say I'm sorry." Huh? What is he apologizing for? I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to he punch. "I'm sorry that I never told you about Renee and me breaking up, and that you had to hear it from Sturgis like that."

"I'm sorry that you didn't feel comfortable with telling me." It was my turn to look down.

"It wasn't that. I just didn't know what would have come of it if I told you. You wouldn't talk to me when I went to go visit you while you were on the Guadalcanal, you shut me out then. Since you came back we have just avoided anything that wasn't related to work. I didn't think that springing it on you that her and I broke up was a good idea.

I carefully listen to everything he says but there is this guilt feeling building up inside me. For him being my best friend, I haven't really been all that great of a friend to him.

"It would have been better if I would have heard the news from you, but it doesn't help that I've been pushing you away. It's just..." I pause for a second to think of the right words. I take a big breath and I just let it all out "Everything was happening so fast and I was having a hard time thinking straight. There was your crash, the cancellation of the wedding, Mic leaving, and then you leaving for Renee's father's funeral. My emotions were all over the place, the only thing I could do was to push you away so I could feel that I had control over something. I blamed you for everything while I should have put the blame on myself. Everything that happened was my fault." At this point I am in tears. I feel so horrible for doing what I did to Harm, he didn't deserve to get the cold shoulder from me. Harm scoots closer to me and puts an arm around my shoulders and I lean on him. I cry for a little longer until he puts his hands on my cheeks and raises my head so I can look him in the eyes.

"Mac, listen to me...none of this is your fault. Truthfully, I am the one to blame for most of it. It's my fault that I went down in that storm, I could have waited till the next day to get back. It was my choice to fly back that night not yours."

"Yeah, but that was because I was insisting on you being there at my wedding. I made a big deal out of the possibility of you not being there. You didn't want to let me down so you did everything you could to get back, even if it cost you your life!" My head is still in his hands while I start crying again. Thank goodness that I didn't put on any make up before I came here or I might look like a train wreck right now.

"Yet you came through and saved my life once again. But like I said Mac, flying back that night was my choice. You know how stubborn I am so matter what anyone would have said to me, I was going to get back to your wedding even if it meant flying to grave!" He was so confident in what he said, there was no way I was going to argue with him. But he was right about something.

"I'm glad you can finally admit it flyboy, you are stubborn." I say with a smile.

He smiles back at me and pulls me into a hug. This hug is just want I needed and it feels good to be in his arms. The door bell rings reminding us that we are both hungry. We both stand up to go retrieve our food. It is a perfect time to take a break for food and to calm down and re-focus. I have a feeling that once we continue our talk again, its going to get intense again.