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Date Posted: 21:42:20 02/06/15 Fri
Author: usmgrad
Subject: The Kiss of Death

Title – The Kiss of Death

Author – usmgrad

A/N - don't know if I every posted this, since it's flu season I thought now would be a good time.

Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of CBS Television, Paramount Studios and Bellisarius Productions. All rights reserved. No monetary gain will be realized from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.


Mac’s thoughts are in italics.


I’m dying; I know it, all alone here in my apartment. No one will even know I’m gone until next Monday when I’m due back at work. I am so sick, my fever has a fever; my nose has run so much I must be dehydrated and I can’t keep anything down. I’ll be nothing but bones when they finally find me. I just know that at any moment ‘Death’ will be knocking at my door.

There’s a knock at the door.

Maybe if I lie here quietly it will go away, I’m feeling much better than I was two minutes ago.

Knock, knock, knock

Persistence little devil, isn’t he.

The knock came again, but this time there was a voice with it. “Mac, its Harm.”

Okay not ‘Death’ but his carrier, that no good, son of a . . . if he thinks I’m letting him in he’s got another thing coming. Sh... He’s using his key.

“You didn’t answer I thought you were asleep.”

“And that give you the right to enter my apartment?”

“Hey you’re sounding better.”

How dare he let himself in and why is he in my kitchen?

“I brought you soup, crackers, sprite, and your medicine the doctor called in.”

Okay so I momentarily forgot he was going to pick up my medicine, so sue me, I’m sick. It a miracle I remember my own name. He’s so caring. Wait a minute, no he’s not, he’s the reason I’m here in the first place. If he hadn’t kissed my after our date Friday night I wouldn’t be sick. It’s all in his master plan to keep me from work this week so he can get a continuance and figure out a way to beat me in court.

“Go away Harm.”

Now he’s back in the living room feeling my forehead. If I wasn’t so sick I would tell him what he can do with that hand of his.

“You still have a fever, take this.”

He sure is being bossy.

“I took some just a little while ago.”

“Doctor says you need to drink plenty of fluids.” He tells me as he hands me a glass.

“I’ll get my own thank you.” I push his hand away. He sets the glass down on the table, within easy reach.

“Did you get a nap while I was gone?”

“Yes I was sound asleep when someone started knocking on my door.”

“Now that you’re up do you want some soup?”

“No.” He probably put poison in it.

“You sound better.”

“No thanks to you.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“It’s your fault I’m sick.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You kissed me after our date, the kiss of death. I’ll never make that mistake again.” Great now he’s sitting on the sofa and is rubbing my feet. If it didn’t feel so good I’d kick him.

“So why am I not sick, if I made you sick?”

“Because you’re a carrier, you spread the germs around to unsuspecting innocent people like me”

“Oh I see, then it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that on Saturday we spend the day and most of the evening at Bud and Harriett’s helping Bud take care of four children because Harriett was in bed . . . sick with the flu.”

“No” I guess I told him.

“Okay, well the doctor said that you probably have a twenty four hour flu, you should be better by tomorrow morning. If not you are to call and make an appointment.”

Why does he do this to me, every time I get good and mad at him he has an explanation or manages to squeak out of whatever it is his gotten into.

“Go away Harm.”

“Can’t, the doctor said you need someone to make sure you get plenty to drink and plenty of sleep. Face it Mac you’re stuck with me.”

“Stuck being the operative word.”

I guess if I have to be stuck with someone it might as well be someone that cares. Who knows maybe in the next twenty four hours I can give my ‘angle of mercy’ a kiss and then he can see how the other half lives. It’ll serve him right for being so smug and healthy.

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[> That brought a smile, cute conversation, fits right in to current climate! -- JoyZ, 08:44:38 02/07/15 Sat [1]


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[> LOL very funny -- Bev uk, 12:27:02 02/07/15 Sat [1]


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[> Too cute. Thanks for sharing. -- Beth, 08:21:15 02/09/15 Mon [1]


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