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Date Posted: 17:53:21 06/02/07 Sat
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Subject: Having Each Other's Back, Part 3
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A few minutes later.
Emerging from the building with a plastic grocery bag containing the last few personal items from his office, Harm paused as he spotted Mac in the parking lot. He frowned as he saw her apparently walking aimlessly among the vehicles.
Realizing that her corvette wasn’t in its reserved “Chief of Staff” spot next to the admiral’s, he wondered briefly how she’d gotten to work – they’d met at the elevator and had silently entered the JAG quarterdeck into Tiner’s farewell celebration.
As Harm watched, Mac shook her head back and forth and he could sense her exasperation as she put her briefcase and the portfolio she’d had in AJ’s office down, fumbling in the side pocket of the briefcase for her cell phone.
Part of him wanted to call out to her, part of him wanted her to just be gone, so that his anger could continue to simmer. The trouble was, his attempt to maintain that anger, anger that had festered and overflowed practically since he’d rescued Mac, only to watch her fawning over Webb within minutes, clashed with every word Mac had spoken in the admiral’s office.
Unbidden and somewhat unwanted but refusing to go away, her words continued to reverberate in jerks and bursts in his mind.
‘saved my life ….break Webb’s nose …..assumed you were trying to find us ….hoped you weren’t anywhere where Sadik could get you too….put a knife in my fake stomach…shot the missionaries in the back of their heads ….waiting to be raped and tortured…’
“Mac wait!” Watching her stab at the cell phone panel, Harm felt like he was watching himself from a distance as he rapidly crossed the parking lot. “Where’s your car? I’ll give you a ride.”
“It’s at Bud and Harriet’s. I didn’t know how long I’d be gone so I asked them to take it. I’ll call a cab.” Mac’s voice was a dull montone as her eyes continued to search the parking lot for a car she knew wasn’t there.
“No, I’ll take you,” Harm insisted. “I don’t think Marines who resign can get unemployment. C’mom, save your money and let me give you a ride.”
Looking anywhere but at him, Mac muttered “you don’t have to.”
“Mac.” Harm’s whisper carried on the slight breeze of the humid June day and for a moment she wasn’t sure he’d spoken. “Can we have a ‘do-over?’”
“WHAT!!!” Of whatever she’d thought – if she’d thought at all – he might say and do ….
“Only a few bits.” Harm’s words jumbled together rapidly. “I’ve gotta have something to substitute for the nightmares. Mac, things were such a mess down there….this isn’t what I want and I don’t believe it’s what you want…”
Harm held his breath for a moment and then stepped forward decisively, dropping the bag of miscellaneous bits of eight years of his life. “C’mere …” he murmured, “c’mere…” wrapping his arms around Mac as she stood staring at him. He rubbed her back gently as she stood still and tense for a long moment, then he felt her body shudder as she leaned into him.
“Oh God, Harm, I was never so scared in my life. Not of dying, but that it wouldn’t be quick…and that I’d never told you….” Her voice was so faint Harm wasn’t sure if he was really hearing her or if he was imagining the words he could barely make out.
“I was so scared too” Harm mumbled. “Scared I wouldn’t get there in time.”
He couldn’t see her face but he felt the wetness on his shirt. “I was so mean to you …I’m sorry Harm, I didn’t mean any of it.”
“I’m sorry too Mac. God, I never hugged you. I never even asked if you were okay – I just asked if you could walk ….”
“You were right to focus on the mission…” Mac choked, “I just wanted ….just for a moment ….”
“And once again I wasn’t there for you…I couldn’t give you what you wanted, what you needed.” Harm’s voice went flat, remembering another time in another far away country. “So once again…”
“No” Mac gasped ….”we’re not gonna do this again…”
“Did you mean it about breaking Webb’s nose?” His need to know was suddenly fierce.
“Yes. He nearly got Gunny killed, and you and me.”
“Well…he did get tortured – I assume he tried to protect you.” Harm could hardly believe he was even saying it – saying anything remotely favorable about Webb’s actions.
Mac’s voice was sharp. “Harm don’t go there. Yes, he did resist and as far as I know he didn’t give up any intel but Sadik chose to torture him first instead of me. Maybe he thought a ‘mere woman’ wouldn’t know anything of value, maybe he thought I’d start talking as soon as I heard ‘my husband’ scream …of course, he thought I was pregnant at that point. I would’ve thought a terrorist would torture the woman first – figure she’d spill her guts at the first shock, or her ‘dear husband’ would, at her first scream.”
“Whatever.” Mac was tired of talking about it. “I’m not gonna let anyone make me feel guilty that Webb was tortured instead of me.”
“Then why’d you kiss him?” Harm would never have believed he could have asked.
Mac shuddered. “I dunno …maybe to shut him up…maybe because I thought he was gonna die” Her voice trailed off … “I saw Dalton all over again…O God, Harm, it was Dalton dying there…Harm, I didn’t mean any of it, the things I said….”
“I was such a jerk too, yanking your chain instead of doing what I really wanted to do.” Harm’s larger body shook too, realizing anew just how close they had both come to dying in the hell that was the Chaco Boreal.
“If you didn’t mean it and I didn’t mean it” Harm paused, searching for the right words, or at least for some words that would convey what he wanted “and since we’re both out of a job, you wanna work on a resume together?”
“A resume?” Mac was puzzled. “You mean help each other write our resumes?”
“Nope.” Harm brushed her hair off her face, his thumbs rubbing at the tear tracks on her cheeks and lingering lightly on the scratches. “One resume Mac. We find a job we can share.”
“Just a job?” It was Mac’s turn to rub the dampness on his face, but her fingers moved of their own volition to caress his ears and the sides of his face.
“No ….a life…..there’s nothing to stop us now Mac, nothing but ourselves if we let it... Carpe Diem Mac.” Harm’s voice shook with wanting.
“Speak English Harm. What are you proposing? And that’s not a Freudian slip.” Mac held her breath, waiting …..wanting ….
“I’m proposing….let’s get married.”
Covers went flying as the two officers whirled around, their bodies held so tightly together you’d have to look hard to discern they were two.
From his third floor window, Rear Admiral AJ Chegwidden’s eyes glazed as he watched while he tried to decide whether to retire now or wait a few months, though what for, he didn’t know. ‘About damn time’ he muttered.
Epilogue to follow.
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Having Each Other's Back, Epilogue -- ., 17:55:14 06/02/07 Sat [1]
Epilogue.
Five days later.
Harm’s loft
Washington, DC
“Got it!” Harm crowed, grinning broadly as he rose from where he’d been scrolling through monster.com job ads and reached for Mac, who was carefully fastening their miniature medals and Harm’s wings onto their formal “mess dress” uniforms.
Wrapping his arms around her, he continued, “I’ve found our jobs!”
“What are we going to do?” Mac was happy to abandon the uniforms for the moment and turn to face Harm, lifting her face for his kiss.
“Mmmm…you’re distracting me,” he complained jokingly, planting kisses on her cheeks as he held her close.
“ME?” Mac giggled, reaching up to return the favor and tugging him towards the couch.
*************
Later.
“Guess we distracted each other” Mac chuckled softly, raising her head off Harm’s chest far enough to survey the trail of clothes across the floor as her fingers continued to idly rub his chest in slow circles.
“We’re entitled.” Harm smiled happily, nudging Mac’s head down to his chest again, his hands caressing the back of her head. “Love you,” they murmured in unison.
“So, what work are we going to do? That is, if we don’t get fired for ‘distracting’each other too much.” Mac didn’t really care what they did as long as they did it together. In between ….. well, making up for six and a half years of UST, they’d decided their future, at least for the short term.
Mac’s apartment was empty and returned to its owner, who’d been only too happy to let her out of the remaining months on her current lease. Gleefully informing her that he’d have it rented in two days, he wrote a check on the spot for her security deposit. Her furniture had been sold to a flea market dealer who lived below her, and a dozen cartons of her personal gear and mementos were in Bud and Harriet’s garage. Harm’s loft was listed and the agent assured them it was ‘priced to sell.’
They’d decided quickly that they didn’t want to take the DC, VA or MD bar exam, and wanted away from government – a clean break with JAG and the military. Tossing out ideas, they’d decided to spend the summer on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, camping out if they couldn’t find a reasonable rental, sure they could find jobs in the tourist-filled area, and perfecting their hang-gliding skills on the windy dunes where the Wright Brothers had flown.
They’d head south the day after tomorrow, after their wedding. “Are you sure Mac? You’re sure you want to wear your uniform?”
“Yes.” Mac was definite. “I want to wear it one more time. I want a happy memory of the last time I put my uniform on.” Chaplain Turner would marry them at the Wall, with Harriet, Bud and Sturgis as witnesses. Harm and Mac had asked them not to tell anyone, just come as if they were going out for lunch. Plan B - if the admiral held them at JAG for any reason – the ceremony would be at dusk. Keeter was overseas out of touch, Chloe was taking her finals and Trish and Frank were on a cruise in the Greek Islands. Mac and Harm didn’t care. Well, they cared, but not enough to wait. All they wanted was to be married to each other.
“So where’s our job? Did you find something on the ocean?”
“Yeah … well …sorta. It’s right near the water” Harm assured her, reluctantly rising from the sofa and grabbing his boxers. Returning to the computer, he waited for her to shrug into his t-shirt and join him.
“It’s ....um-m-m…not the Outer Banks though. But it’s on an island!”
“Hilton Head? Or further south? Amelia Island?” Mac shrugged – she really didn’t care.
“Uh hhh …Baranof Island” Harm held his breath as Mac scrunched up her face, trying to place it.
She shook her head. “I’m not placing it. Is it off the Gulf coast?”
“Not that Gulf.” Giving up, Harm blurted it out. “We’re gonna teach in Sitka Alaska! Lookey here …” Harm’s finger stabbed at the computer screen. Sheldon Jackson College needs foreign language, math and PE instructors – the ad says they’ll give preference to applicants who can teach the PE subjects – racquetball and basket ball. We can do that!”
“Sooooo…” Mac leaned over Harm’s shoulder to study the screen. “We move to Alaska and take three jobs – do ya think they’ll give us one salary or two?”
**************
8 weeks later.
“We made the right decision.” Balancing her paddle across her lap, Mac trailed her hand in the warm water of the Sitka Channel, admiring the setting sun behind Mount Edgecumbe on Japonski Island, connected by bridge to Sitka proper. “Is that an eagle?”
Watching the giant bird soar high above, the kayak floated on the evening tide as they joined hands and gazed skyward. Life after JAG had begun.
The end.
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ummm...warm water in the Sitka channel??? LOL!!! -- smithknk, 18:44:09 06/02/07 Sat [1]
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smithknk.....inside please for a question -- bama, 21:06:57 06/02/07 Sat [1]
When I read your name in the review of this story, it immediately struck me that I've seen that name somewhere attached to a story, I think. Have you ever wrote any JAG FF and if so, what is the title(s) please. Your name just looked really familiar and I'm associating it with a story that I really liked [but can't remember the name]for some reason. Thanks.
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sorry...not me...I'm a reader, not a writer!!! :) -- smithknk, 10:10:38 06/03/07 Sun [1]
I review some, but have never written any FF - but if you live in Alabama, you might know me from something else...Let me know if you figure it out! Kris :)
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Smithknk, both the water and air temps were quite nice and warm when I was there in late summer. Guess "warm" can be relative. -- Author, anon., 13:01:43 06/03/07 Sun [1]
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One of my roommates in college was from Sitka - she always said the weather was pretty similar to Seattle (where I'm from) just a bit colder...(see inside) -- smithknk, 22:21:47 06/05/07 Tue [1]
I also spent four summers on Kodiak Island while I was in college and the water around our cannery was FREEZING cold most of the summer (until just before we left each year - end of August...) :) Great story! Kris
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Warm Water at Sitka....see inside -- Fozzybear2, 15:04:56 06/07/07 Thu [1]
We who live on the northern east coast go to the beach in summer and think that the 65 degree water is well...warm. Those visiting seem to think that it is incredibly cold. Maybe through the heat of Harm and Mac's love no water could never be too cold and would feel warm no matter how cold it physically was.
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