Title: Alea Iacta Est

Author: Vesja

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: PG-13/T

A/N : I'm so sorry this has taken me this long ! I hope you guys don't hate me. 0:-)

A/N2: People, you should know by now. I usually put the wrong people in one fic, so Mattie, Jen, Mic, Loren, Skates, whatever. Author's privilege. ;)

A/N3: Warning: Mac bashing! (Yes, I, the biggest Mac lover is Mac-bashing!)

Reviews:

Sambu: You'll see. :D

Lynnp: Hehe, lol.

Michi UK: Hahaha, yes, hope you aren't going to kill me now.

Les: Umm. So I didn't listen to your request. And my stories usually don't follow canon… And, erhm, in this story Mac or the Admiral will use this level of language, because I want to keep it at T.

Vidz: Thank you. Yeah, I like Loren, so I let het and Jen be best friends. :)

CarolFD: So. Here you go! As I promised! Promissum cadit in debitum. ;)

XxXxJenniferRabbxXxX

Nulla Regula Sine Exceptione. (There are no rules without exceptions.)

Alea Iacta Est. (The die has been cast.)

"Harmon Patrick Rabb! What the HECK are you doing! If you don't have a VERY good explanation, I will personally drag your six and that slut's six to the Admiral!"

"No need for that, Lieutenant-Colonel Sarah Elizabeth Mackenzie." Mac turned around, wanting to yell in the new guest's face, but she slammed to a stop as if she had been instantly frozen.

"Admiral." Harm and Jen snapped to.

"It's alright, Commander, Petty Officer. But I will have a talk with you, after the Colonel apologizes and forgets everything she's seen here."

"But SIR," Mac protested. The Admiral shot a glare at her. He fixed her with a stare. She squirmed.

"Well, Colonel?"

"Commander, Petty-Officer, I'm s…" she muttered.

"Excuse me, Colonel?"

"Yes sir. I'm sorry. Please accept my apology." Harm looked at Jen. She nodded.

"Now get the HECK out of here!" Mac retreaded like a wounded animal.

"Alright." The Admiral entered Jen's apartment and closed the door. He motioned for Harm and Jen to sit down. They both sat down on either ends of the couch. The Admiral lowered himself gingerly into an armchair.

"We have to talk about this. I care about both of you as if you were my children. But this is just against the regs." Harm and Jen nodded.

"There's only one option: One of you has to resign. Or both of you." They nodded again.

"Admiral, I…" Jen started, but the Admiral interrupted her.

"Call me AJ, Petty-Officer."

"Then call me Jennifer and call him Harm." AJ nodded. "I didn't want to be in the Navy anyway. It was either the Navy or the brig. So.. I'll have to finish my contract."

"How long does it last, Jennifer?"

"2 weeks, Si.. AJ."

"Do you two think you can keep this a secret for two weeks?"

"Yes, AJ," Harm said. Jen nodded.

"And I mean: No kissing, no hugging, no holding hands, no… You know what I mean…" Harm and Jen nodded.

"Alright. I'll make sure that Colonel Mackenzie doesn't say a word about today. Are there any people who might know this or who might expect this?" Harm and Jen looked at each other.

"Lieutenant Singer," they said in unison.

"Anyone else?"

"Lieutenant Elizabeth Hawkes," Jen said. The Admiral nodded.

"But they don't know for sure, AJ," Harm said.

"Okay. Jennifer, Harm, today you may do.. Whatever you prefer, but close the curtains and lock the door, please, so that we don't get another Mackenzie walking in."

"Yes, of course. Thank you, AJ," Jennifer said.

"Keep me up to date. Have a nice day, both of you."

"You too."

XxXxJenniferRabbxXxX

A/N4: Alright. Next chapter: Ab Imo Pectore, Acta Est Fabula. For the people who want to know what to expect. ;)