Title: Forming a Friendship
Summary: A series of flash fiction set after Full Engagement as Mac heals from the gunshot wound and Harm helps her.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, or anything.
Author's Note: I always felt like we were cheated where after Full Engagement, Mac just comes back WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A LIMP to work. And I absolutely hated that they always just glossed over some incredibly traumatic events for her, because she was a supporting character. So here is me, making it happen. I think these are going to be about 500 words long, if the muse decides something longer, then so be it. But at least 500 is my goal.
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He paced for what seemed like hours — though he was sure that Mac would be able to tell him exactly how long he paced — after he arrived at the local hospital the ambulance brought Mac to. He tried to delay the questioning from the badge-toting members of society to get to Mac and lawyered his way through it until the Admiral all but ordered them to let him go. Harm would be useless until he knew his partner was alright.
There was someone who he was with, a friend and colleague, whose safety he was in charge of that was in danger. Mac came first.
Harm left them with the Admiral and Bud, and his business card... as well as the general location of where they could find where he and Mac camped that night, and where… well, there would be bodies.
Bodies.
Harm pictured the Mac's pale coloring and could not take the image of Diane's body on a stretcher out his mind. This time, a haze of the white sailor outfit and the green Marines.
Harm shook his head, trying to physically rid himself of the image in his mind, and continue to pace.
"Mac," Harm whispered as Mac slowly opened her eyes. Her brown eyes slowly focused on him as she came around.
"Hey," she said her voice hoarse.
"How are you feeling?"
She nodded her head slowly.
He smiled, she looked adorable coming out of anesthesia. Though the reason, he still didn't want to think about. They were damn lucky. Damn lucky there was a clearing. Damn lucky they didn't die.
"They got all the frags out," he said, brushing a stray strand and tucking it behind her ear. "With some PT, you should be as good as new… still huffing behind me on trails."
Her face crunched, her eyebrows coming together confused.
"Do you remember what happened, Mac?"
She shook her head, her eyes searching the room in panic.
"Hey, hey…Mac? Sarah, hey," Harm attempted to soothe her. He's known her for a very brief, albeit tense, period. Not even in the desert of Red Rock Mesa did he see her this panicked. More than the panicked response she had when he found her and her would-be assailant. He grasped her hand tight, in turn, she returned his tight hold. "Breathe with me."
Harm made a conscious inhale and exhale, a calming trait he learned in his pilot days.
Mac took his breathing cues and slowly calmed down.
"Better?"
She nodded, then yawned.
"Sleep, Sarah. I'll be here when you wake up and we can talk more."
She nodded again, her eyes fluttering shut, then slowly opening. She squeezed his hand to get his attention.
"Thanks, Harm."
He squeezed back. "Anytime, Mac."
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