A short short one. But... I just got back from running around the Smithsonian etc so lots of one shots running through this brain of mine!

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"Will you please sit down? You're making me dizzy," Mac demanded as Harm paced once again to make sure there weren't any tripping hazards in her apartment.

Harm's eyes narrowed as he searched around once more.

"Harmon David Rabb," Mac stated, causing Harm to pop his head up and look at her in surprise. He's not used to hearing his middle name. "Sit."

"As you wish, Sarah Jane." He say slowly next to her, arms crossed and an eyebrow up.

Her eyes widened as well.

"Anyone ever call you SJ?" Harm asked plopping his feet up on the coffee table that he moved closer to the couch for Mac to rest her leg. She had her injured knee propped up on some pillows, and ice pack on top of the affects area. Courtesy of her nursemaid.

She looked at him and bit her lip. Then glanced down.

After a few beats. He figured he said something wrong. "I didn't mean to…"

"Eddie, he used to call me SJ."

"Your first love?"

She chuckled dryly. "Something like that… he uh… he died. On our graduation day."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too… he was driving, but it was my idea… the party."

"Mac…" Harm breathed. He knew what it felt like to carry blame on something that people often told him wasn't his fault. He was five years old. How could he have done something? How could he have changed fate?

She shook her head, and bumped her shoulder against his gently. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"On top of that armoire… are my fossils."

He looked at her surprised, eyebrow raised. Sarah Jane Mackenzie never failed to surprise him. "Fossils?"

"I… cleaning fossils helps me… you know," she shrugged.

He smiled at her and jumped up to the location she told him and grabbed for the rectangular sandbox. "And these?"

He held up tools he'd only seen in the dinosaur movies.

She nodded shyly. "Thanks."

He chuckled. "You're a nerd for this, you know that?"

"What?! You have a model plane. On your desk."

"It's not just a plane!"

"Right, it's Sarah."

"Love of my life."

"Does your grandma still live in Pennsylvania?"

Harm nodded. "She does."

"Do you visit often? Since she's right here?" She asked wondering how close Harm was to the woman that he named his plane after. To his family. She often wondered how normal families and relationships were, especially as her only family member was now… well… not about to get out into the real world anytime soon.

He shook his head. "Not as much as I'd like. Not as much as she'd like."

"And your parents?"

He riddled with the silver MIA bracelet on his wrist. Uncomfortable.

"Ok, counselor. I'm off the stand."

She threw him a small smile.

"Thank you, if I haven't said it yet."

"You're welcome, nerd."

"You won't say that to me when I'm mobile."

He chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling. "You're right… I wouldn't dare."

"As long as we're on the same page on that!"

"Speaking of… I still don't feel comfortable taking your bed.."

Mac sighed. It took her a day and a half of Harm assisting her from the bed to the couch and back as she still needed crutches to move around and a lot of assistance.

"I know it hurts your officer-and-a-gentleman…" she said waving her hand in a circular motion in the air the length and width his body. "Thing"

"Thing?"

"You know, this thing."

"I don't," he denied. "Would you explain it to me?"

"This whole…. THING! Urgh. I'm taking the couch because I hate having to rely on you to move every morning and remake and make this …"

"Thing?" He supplied with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, this thing," she said motioning to the situation around her injured leg.

"No wonder I win so many cases."

Her mouth hung open, and she poked his chest. "Take it back."

"I'll take it back when you get one over me."

"Just you wait."

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