A/N: I finally finished the story I know I go on my own angle, but it works, and it's finished…finally.
Chapter 17
Last Chance
Mac kept walking as the scenery changed around her from Arizona to Virginia; she took a deep breath as she walked into JAG headquarters. She walked into the office it was eerie there was no one around, but it was the same as they had left it, she walked into Harm's old office and ran her fingers along his desk, she looked at the frames on the walk and the model airplane. She left his office it wasn't the same without Harm, pouring over a case or smiling up at her with his flyboy grin. She proceeded to her old office. It was still the same with the vintage Marine recruiting poster, and all the case files stacked in orderly piles on her desk. She saw a frame sitting on her desk, she picked it up, it was a picture of her and Harm in Afghanistan, the same frame Harm had re-gifted her. She looked at the picture, tracing Harm's face, in the past twelve years Harm's face had aged, but in her mind he was still the same man she had met in the rose garden over two decades ago.
Two decades ago…it's hard to believe how long they've known each other and how it took nearly nine years to finally stop dancing around each other. She regretted how long it took, but never regretted a day afterwards. Her mind flashed back to the time she told Harm that she was pregnant.
Eleven years Ten months and 27 days ago
Mac took the elevator up to the apartment that she and Harm had moved to shortly after their wedding, her hands resting protectively on her still flat abdomen.
"It's nothing but a miracle." Her doctor assured her after confirming for the fifteenth time to Mac that she was pregnant.
The elevator door opened on her floor, she walked over to the door and stood outside hesitantly she was ecstatic to tell Harm, but was curious how he would react. They had talked about children, Harm making repeated reference to their five year plan, but after the doctor informed her of how little percent chance of pregnancy Mac had nearly given up, they were starting to talk about adoption. She had tucked the box underneath her arm, a gift for Harm, the way she was going to tell him she was pregnant. She took the box in one hand and used her other hand to open the door. Inside Harm had the radio on as he was stirring a pot on the stove; he looked up and smiled when he saw Mac walk in.
"How was the doctor's visit?" He asked, Mac told him she was going in for a routine visit.
"Fine." She moved closer to the stove to peak into the pot, "What's for dinner?"
"Spaghetti with homemade sauce, what's that?" He pointed at the gift in Mac's hand.
"A little something I picked up for you on the way home." Mac teased as she put the box down on the set table. "You can open before dinner." Harm smiled he loved presents, then his face turned quickly to panic.
"It's not our anniversary is it?" Mac laughed at the deer caught in the headlights look on Harm.
"No." She laughed, "It's not our anniversary, just a little present." Harm's face relaxed, as he poured the sauce over the spaghetti.
"Dinner is ready." He announced, Mac took her seat at the table as Harm brought over both their plates.
"Good I'm starving, but first open you gift." Harm sat down looking like a little boy at Christmas he ripped off the bow the saleswomen had tied around the box. He opened the box and inside…was a little Marine and little Sailor outfit. Harm picked the pieces of clothing up and looked at it questionably, Mac waited for him to make the connection.
"This is for a newborn." Harm was thinking out loud.
"Yes." Was all Mac offered.
"…but why would we…" Harm trailed off mid thought and looked up at Mac. "…are you….are you…?" Harm stumbled over his words; it was hard to catch him off his guard.
"I thought it would be nice for him or her to have both uniforms." Was all she replied, in two seconds Harm was off his seat and by Mac's side he scooped her up and swung her around the room laughing.
"We're having a baby!" He cried for the entire apartment complex to hear.
A tear fell down Mac's face as she remembered that day and how protective and loving Harm was to the girls and to Mac, she couldn't die, not now, the girls were too young and Harm needed her, she needed Harm.
"You still have one final chance." Mac swiveled around to find her uncle standing behind her.
"What?" Mac asked.
"You wouldn't be the first; people have come back from the dead before. You have one final chance and that's now – they're still trying to revive you."
"But how?" Mac stumbled.
"Don't ask me, just thank the Big Man upstairs, everyday, everyday you thank him for one more day with your family." Mac nodded putting the frame down on the table, all of a sudden she felt a surge through her chest, and everything around her went black.