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Date Posted: 00:26:19 04/13/09 Mon
“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” 3/3
By Rita Widmer
AN: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. I would love to hear what your favorite memories were, and hope that I have added to your own memories of the show and these two characters we love. I want to send out thanks to Theresa who had originally helped with the editing of this story couple of years ago.
I’ve noticed many sites seemed to be non-active these days. Are there any sites besides fanfiction.net and here that might appreciate another story to read?
Enjoy!
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Mac’s Apartment
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Mac called for an order of Chinese since there was little left in her kitchen. When the doorbell rang, her favorite deliverer was at the door. He was the son of the owner, and had for the last eight years delivered most of her meals as he worked his way through high school and then college.
“Dad remembered to make it your way with lots of chicken,” he told her.
“Tell him thank you, and I hope I can find just as good a Chinese place in San Diego.” She handed him his tip, and he was soon on his way leaving her alone.
Chinese food had always been a good compromise when Harm and she had ordered out for food. He could get his vegetarian and she got lots and lots of meat. She liked it just as much without the meat, but the look on his face always brought a smile to her face.
When Harm cooked for them, it was always extra special in her eyes. She was usually delegated an easy task like setting the table since he was convinced her culinary skills weren’t up to par. One evening, he finally bestowed upon her, what he declared a very important job, cutting up the vegetables.
**** “Cutting up vegetables is easy, Harm. I could do it in my sleep,” she told him haughtily.
“Just cut, Marine.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rinsing off the vegetables, she took it over to the cutting board, and readied the tomatoes for slicing. She took the knife, and she started to slice away, thinking to herself she was doing a pretty good job of it.
“Mac, that’s not how you do it. You’re going to cut yourself. Let me show you how to hold the knife.”
He ignored her withering glance, and moved behind her to instruct her. With each arm wrapped around her, he took each hand and positioned them in the right position. ‘When in the arms of a good-looking man especially a certain Harmon Rabb…” Mac thought.
“Do you mean like this?” she asked, as she smoothly leaned over the vegetables, and ‘accidently’ letting herself brush against him. ‘Was that a hitch of breath I heard?’
“Mac!” was his spoken answer, but what came next surprised her. She could feel the slight shuffle forward, so their bodies were grazing against each other now.
Ignoring the sudden sparks spreading through her, she tried to concentrate on the ‘proper’ way to cut vegetables. His hands gliding her through the motions as his breath tickled her neck.
Too soon his hands finally let go of hers, and whisper of breath, he told her, “I think you’ve got it now.”
Before she has a chance to recover, he was nonchalantly working on his pasta once again as though nothing had happened.****
As Mac looked down at her food, she struggled to find it as appetizing as the dinners Harm had once cooked for her. If she could have done that moment again there would have been a few changes made.
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Harm’s Apartment
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Harm got off the phone with his mother, and though she whole heartedly congratulated him on his new job there was hint of sadness in her voice when she found out Mac wasn’t going with him.
From the beginning, his mother egged him on to move his relationship forward with Mac. The few times Mac and him had visited her were full of matchmaking moments. Mac took it all in stride, and the last time had brought them a perfect memory that almost wipes out all other memories.
Mac and he were invited to a fundraiser by his mom while on a case in San Diego.
**** “Harm, don’t worry, I don’t mind going,” Mac tried to reassure him.
“I know, but…”
“You can tell your mother I said no if you really don’t want to go, but it is for a worthy cause and we could use an evening of relaxing after this case. You just have to promise to dance with me at least once.”
“Now there’s a challenge I can do.”
“Just don’t step on my toes, flyboy.”
Later that evening, they were greeted by Trish at the door. “Harm, Mac. I’m so glad you both could come. Mac don’t you look smashing tonight, and I bet my son never mentioned it.”
“”I’ll have you know that I did,” Harm humphed. “Now if you will excuse us Mother, I owe Mac the first dance.”
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“She was just teasing you,” Mac told him as they reached the dance floor.
He turned on his flyboy smile, and said, “I just want her to stew on it Now let’s dance.”
They danced throughout the evening only taking breaks to dance with other people to make his mother happy, but as the night drew to a close they shared one more dance.
Harm took her into his arms with the usual traditional pose, she smiled tenderly at him, and he was lost in her twinkling eyes. There was a new glow in them, as she studied his face, that he couldn’t identify, but all he knew was that it was drawing him in inch by inch.
Taking the hand that rested in his, he brought it around to his neck to rest against her other, and laid his hand at her waist. Their bodies slowly swayed until there was nothing between them. Her head moved to rest against his shoulder, and he nuzzled his face against hers. The outer world was gone, and all they knew was each other. Their bodies molded perfectly together.
The chiming of the clock at 3 am broke them out of their trance. “Harm,” Mac whispered as she lifted her head from its resting place.
“Later.”
The disappointment on her face wrenched at his heart. There was time to talk later, he reasoned to himself.
After saying their good-byes to Trish, they headed back to base. Walking her to her door, he stopped the hand that was moving to unlock it. Surprised, she turned towards him.
“Mac, please.”
The plea in his voice must have done her in, and she looked up at him expectantly. The words caught in his throat, and she started to turn away. He gave up searching for the words, and did the only thing that he could think of.
He reached up, and took her face in his hands, and without preamble moved in to kiss her. No fireworks blew or stars shined in their eyes, but it was somehow perfect. Two lips coming together in the slowest, sweetest moment that left them breathless.
He whispered good night to her, and headed to his own room. ****
As things seemed to always happen, they never talked about what happened that night, and soon it became another case file of memories they had shared.
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Mac’s Apartment
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Sarah Mackenzie was no longer hungry. If her flyboy was here, he would laugh unbelievably at the notion.
That was her problem. Tomorrow they would be heading to two different sides of the world. She knew they would try staying in touch for awhile. Phone calls and emails here and there, but their new positions would keep them busy. Slowly the communication would die.
It was the end of her dreams of him. She didn’t know at that moment if he had any dreams of their future, but it really didn’t matter. To save her the heartache of things dying slowly, she had to see him one more time, and end it all.
Make a clean cut away from JAG HQ, and a certain captain. A word that was still amazing to hear in relation to Harm. She was proud of him, and like he said she would have her moment soon enough. Time was the only thing against her now.
Her future was uncertain, but she was looking forward to and dreading it all at once. To enjoy it, she needed to pay Harm a visit now and say their final good-byes. They would be the final ones.
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Harm’s Apartment
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The old rickety elevator had always warned him of visitors, and Harm knew tonight that could only mean one person. His heart pounding as the elevator made its way up to him, and until she reached him, he could not guess at what she had to say.
Casually he continued packing the last of his stuff, and waited for her to appear in his doorway. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he saw only what his heart needed, wanted, and ached for making her way towards him.
He knew only one thing in that moment. He couldn’t say good-bye. Not this time, not forever, and he knew it was going to be a fight to convince her, but he would. He wouldn’t attack, he wouldn’t argue, he would just show her the truth until she had no choice to believe it.
The End
“They Can’t Take That Away From Me”
By George and Ira Gershwin
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they cant take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they cant take that away from me
We may never, never meet again
On the bumpy road to love
Still Ill always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No, no they cant take that away from me
No, they cant take that away from me
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