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Date Posted: 18:57:10 04/16/08 Wed
Title: Cruel Father
Author: usmgrad
A/N – I originally posted this on the HBX board, after posting I rethought the ending and have changed it slightly from the original post. I also corrected the Spanish thanks to help from Graciela (GRa).
A/N - I actually got the idea for this scene continuation months ago. I thought the scene in Hail and Farewell I, in Harm’s apartment after Mac discovered Webb was dead left something to be desired. So I have continued it using lines from Hail and Farewell I, Hail and Farewell II and In Country to hopefully provide what could have been a better start to season 10.
“What can I do?”
“You’re doing it.”
She looked so lost, all he wanted to do was hold her, protect her from the world and all the hurt that seemed to find her. But he couldn’t, it wasn’t his place. So he sat there, holding her hand, doing what he could, supporting her as best he knew how. As he started to say something he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
Harm squeezed her hand to reassure her, “Hold on, one minute. I’ll be right back.”
Reluctant to let go, Harm slowly got up to answer the phone. Mac immediately noticed a loss of warmth. She shivered; it was as if a cold breeze had found her. Standing and rubbing her arms, trying to warm herself Mac was drawn to the large window that over looked the street. That is where Harm found her after hanging up the phone, standing at the window looking out.
Harm was immediately hit with a strange sense of déjà vu. He had seen her there before, at his window, trying to warm herself. She had the same lost look now as then, when Webb “died” the first time so many years ago. As he approached her, Harm wondered, why Mac? Hadn’t she been through enough?
He stood behind her, wishing he could wrap his arms around her and shelter her from the world. Instead Harm placed his hands on her shoulders and let them trail down her arms, hoping to pass a sense of warmth from him to her. “What are you thinking about?”
Mac continued to stare out into the world as if looking for something, or maybe someone. "Nuestro amor es hijo de un padre cruel"
“What?”
“It’s something Clay said once.” She paused; he waited.
“It means our love is the child of a cruel father.”
“Mac, you and Webb. . . “
Shaking her head, “Not me . . . it was someone else . . . before.”
Mac stopped, deep in thought, “It could describe me though . . . men just seem to pass through my life.”
“Mac you shouldn’t …”
Turning her back to the world, Mac faced Harm “except for you.”
She touched his face; he was there now, but for how long? Would he leave too? “Will you always be there?”
“Yes”
A spark of hope, that’s what she needed. She put her arms around his waist and leaned into him. He willing wrapped his arms around her.
“It just hurts so much. I don’t want to hurt anymore, Harm.”
“I know Sarah, I know. It will take time but things will get better. You just need to give it time.”
Mac burrowed deeper into his embrace, “I don’t know where I would be with out you.”
Harm responded in a whisper, more to himself than to her, “The same place I’d be without you . . . lost.”
She had heard him. She closed her eyes and said a prayer of thanks for this man, her best friend and partner. Relaxing her hold, she looked at him. He was there, he would always be there. She wanted to be there too.
“When things . . . when I’ve had time . . . “
Why couldn’t she put it into words? Taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes, she tried again, “Maybe it’s time we found each other.”
From down on the street a passerby looking up might think the vision in the window was that of a man and woman in a simple embrace, but it was more, so much more.
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