Turning around to take a last look at the people who meant so much to him in the last 4-years, Harm only wish they could understand. He wished for the admiral to know how much he appreciated everything he did for him at JAG. He wished he could tell Budd that he was envious of the live Budd and Harriet has. He wished he could wipe that smug smile of Bugme's face. But most of all he wished Mac would realise why none of his relationships ever worked out. He wished she would realise why he was going back to flying and he wished she had the words to tell him so he could tell her what he needed to say. Dame it he had the words just not the guts.
Walking to his car so deep in thought he did not even realise someone running toward him until Mac called his name. "Harm."
He placed the box containing his life at JAG in the back of the car before turning to face her.
Mac could not let Harm get on that carrier and fly missions everyday maybe never coming back without her telling him she is in love with him. But now standing in front of him looking into his blue eyes the courage she had only a minute ago faltered.
"Something you want to tell me Mac?" Harm asked
"Just…" She took a deep breath. "Just be safe. No heroics okay."
Harm took a moment looking at Mac before he answered.
"I'll promise to be careful, not take unnecessary risks or do something that can get me court martialled if I had someone to come home to."
Mac stared at Harm flabbergasted. "What are you saying Harm?" She whispered.
"I am saying I want to come see you whenever I am on liberty. If it is okay with you?"
Mac smiled sweetly still not following what he is trying to tell her. "What a question. Of course, you should come see me when you're in town."
"Wait for me Mac, please? Think about it we are no longer under the same line of command. There is more to me going out to a carrier than just flying."
Mac stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around Harms neck. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist holding on as if she was a life buoy in the middle of a stormy sea.
"Call me when you can." Mac asked almost a beg.
"I promise."
"So do I."
On the third floor of the JAG building a certain Australian Navy commander stood at the window looking at the scene playing out in the parking lot.
How quint. He thought. Well Harm out of sight out of mind mate and I will make dame sure about that.