| Subject: Fanfic: They Can't Take That Away From Me 2/3 |
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Date Posted: 12:01:04 04/11/09 Sat
“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” 2/3
By Rita Widmer
All the disclaimers, ratings, etc. still apply.
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Harm kept only a few pictures around his living room. Most knew about his photo of him as a little boy sitting in his dad’s airplane with his dad looking on and there were others like little AJ’s baptism, but there was one very special one.
It had been a Christmas present from Mac, and coincidentally he had given her the same picture that year. The picture had been taken during one of their closest times where moving on to a more romantic relationship didn’t seem too far away. Sadly that wouldn’t be the case, and now he looked to a future without her.
The two of them had just arrived back at camp, almost giddy from their night out in the desert facing death. A photographer had asked them to pose for a picture, and the struggle for a perfect pose brought on hilarity.
**** Harm could tell the photographer was getting annoyed with them, because every pose they tried was either to chaste or too intimate. In all reality, he was enjoying himself as he teased Mac about something to do with how they were posed.
“He’s going to be sorry for asking to take our picture, Harm,” Mac whispered
“Then we better make a decision soon.” Harm was sitting in the jeep with his legs spread out before him. “Why don’t you just sit here?” He pointed towards his legs.
Mac gave him a look, but finally gave in when Harm flashed her, his puppy face. He rewarded her acquiescence with his flyboy smile. She smiled back and at that moment the photographer took their picture.
As he slowly moved to unwrap himself from around her, Harm’s hand brushed very close to a certain woman’s anatomy. His eyes grew wide at how Mac would react.
“Did you just cop a feel, flyboy?” she asked, her smile was gone but he could see a sparkle in her eye.
He did his best to put on his innocent little boy look for her. “Would I ever dare try to cop a feel on a Marine?”
Without his arms around her, Mac was able to get up. She answered him with, “Not if you know what’s good for you.” To his surprise, she pinched his side before jumping out.
He didn’t move, and Mac kept walking a few more steps before turning around to face him again. Her smile was beaming at him. “Payback, Harm, payback.” At that she started laughing.
“You better watch your step, because we aren’t done yet.” He jumped out ready to lunge at her, but all she did was turn around and walk away with her laughter rippling through the air.
Harm couldn’t remember the last time she sounded so happy, and that brought a smile to his face. ****
Looking at the picture on his mantle, Harm couldn’t remember in the last two years her being so happy. He knew the same could be said of him. When had things turned so badly for them?
‘Maybe it’s a blessing we’re going our separate ways?’ His head warred with his heart, and he knew he could never really believe that. He needed to see that smile one more time. He would go see her now.
Almost an hour later he was back in his apartment, feeling like he had failed at his mission. He couldn’t gather up the courage to say anything to her about a future for them or get her to beam her beautiful smile at him.
Picking up his guitar, he thought about an appropriate song to play, and after a moment he knew which one. After a botched karaoke session with Mac and other JAG friends, he decided he had to learn the song. It was still in the early stages of working together, and they decided to get Bud and Harriet together for a little karaoke at McMurphy’s.
What Mac and he hadn’t known was that Bud and Harriet were going to play a little matchmaking with them.
**** Harm turned away from the makeshift stage where Bud was singing his usual “Delilah,” and watched as Harriet hid her head behind her hands in embarrassment for her husband. Then shifting directions, he saw Mac trying not to burst out laughing.
She focused her gaze on him, and Harm flashed her a flyboy grin letting her know that he was enjoying this as much as her.
The amusement left them as they heard the DJ announced that they were coming up after the next singer. They had agreed to sing a song, but that was not the song they had chosen.
This time it was Harriet who grinned as Mac and he turned towards her with a simultaneous, “Harriet!”
Bud came up and after hearing the announcement, his face came grim. “Harriet, didn’t I warn you about playing matchmaker? We could get in trouble for this.”
Glancing at Mac, Harm made a decision about the song. “It’s okay, Bud, we’ll sing the song, as long as,” Harm paused and looked at Harriet, “it doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes sir,” Harriet and Bud echoed.
“Mac, I hope you’ve got your voice tuned. We’ve got an audience to impress.”
“A marine is always prepared for anything, squid. That jet fuel may have screwed up your vocal chords.”
“I’ll let you know that my chords are in perfect condition.”
“We’re up, come on,” Mac answered with only a shake of her head at his ego. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him up, and led them to the makeshift stage.
As they waited for the song to come on, Harm started to feel unsure of himself. He realized he didn’t know the song that well. Mac stood next to him, ready to jump in as soon as the words appeared on the screen.
It was a duet, and she had to start first. Picking up the microphone, she started to sing and with each note she got into the words.
The problem was it was out of key. The audience didn’t seem to react well to her singing, but as she left the stage to move into the audience they started to warm up to her. Amazed at how well she worked the audience, he almost missed his cue to sing the next verse. Moving back up to him, she gave him a nudge, and he did his best to sing the lyrics in tune.
Mac was trying to hide a grin as he missed a few notes himself. Soon they were having a hard time singing the song as they started to laugh at themselves, and so did the audience.
The song couldn’t end too soon for either of them. When it did, Mac took an over done bow before they headed back to the table where they found Harriet and Bud laughing at them.
“Sir, ma’am, next time I think I will leave the song choice to you.”
“You better, Lieutenant, you better,” Harm said, giving Harriet a mock glare before laughing once again. ****
That night had been a lot of fun for all of them. He missed those nights where all four of them hung out together, but so many things ended that. Harriet and Bud were busy with all their children, he and Mac had lost their close connection, and Bud’s injury. Now it could never happen again between all of them. Harriet and Bud would still have each other, but Mac and he would be on separate ends of the earth.
He loved watching Mac work the crowd as she sung out of key. Part of him had always dreamt that she would turn some of that magic on him.
His dreams were never as vivid as when he had gotten a concussion, and started to imagine Mac coming on to him.
There was one dream he had especially loved, and it seemed to haunt him the most.
**** It was the next morning, and Harm had made it through the rest of the evening without anymore fantasies after the close call with Renee. He had thought he had recovered from his concussion, but not quite yet.
Once again, he was in the Admiral’s office. He always enjoyed this seat. It gave him the chance to lead the people, and a chance to see where his future might lie one day.
In walks his dream girl wearing the most sheer dress he had ever seen. “Mac?!” Harm exclaimed.
“Something wrong, flyboy?” she asked in what he best described as seductive.
Reacting to her tone, he said the first words out of his mouth. Darn concussion. “Nothing that you can’t fix, Ninja girl.”
“Where do you hurt, poor baby?”
“All over.”
“Oh, I better do something about that.” Coming up to him, she ran her finger down his chest, running lower and lower. “I’ve got to take care every inch of that 6’4” body of yours.” ****
The fantasy had ended there leaving him almost shaking from the intensity of his dream. Bud had entered the office, and this time he had allowed Bud to take him to the hospital. He was ready for his head to be fixed.
All those fantasies led to the passionate kiss on the Admiral’s porch. The real thing was better than his fantasies, but the ending had left him with only a good-bye to his dreams
He shook his head and got back to his packing.
TBC…
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