| Subject: To Fight the Good Fight part 3 |
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Date Posted: 14:12:43 07/28/02 Sun
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Heather K
's message, "To Fight the Good Fight part 1" on 14:03:03 07/28/02 Sun
0911 EDT
JAG headquarters
Harm sat back in his chair and closed his eyes briefly. *Damn it! How could she just leave and not call me? So what if it was the middle of the night! And she left that... impersonal letter, as if she didn't know me or... like she didn't know what to say to me.*
Harm sat quietly at his desk for a long time, just staring at his hands. By 1700 he had done nothing more than pick up his pen, twirl his pen, put down his pen, pick up his pen, examine his pen, put down his pen, pick up his pen and check to see if his pen worked. The bullpen, when asked by Admiral Chegwidden, would say that Commander Rabb was working quite efficiently today, all things considered.
"Excuse me, sir?" Harm looked up to see a rather concerned looking Lt. Harriet Sims standing in his doorway. "We're all starting to pack up for the day, and I just wanted to see if you were interested in coming for dinner tonight. Mikey's in town and Little A.J. hasn't seen you in awhile..."
"No, thank-you though, Harriet. I doubt that I'd make good company tonight."
"Oh, I know that. Um, sir. It's that I don't think that you should be alone. The admiral told us today, and well, we're all worried about the Colonel and about you, Commander."
"I appreciate it, Lieutenant, but I don't need your concern. I'm fine." Seeing Harriet's disbelieving look Harm decided to qualify his answer, "I 'am' worried about Mac. I, more than anyone, knows how incredibly strong and brave and tough she is. But so many other people have failed, died. That's hard to take, especially considering how much I-" Pausing, or stopping what he wasn't about to say, Harriet decided to wait a few seconds before answering him.
"I know. We all do. You are still more than welcome at my house but I think you should go home. You won't be able think very clearly sitting here. Come back tomorrow, sir, and I'm sure you'll be able to-"
"Work. Sensible advice. Now you go home, and hug A.J. for me."
"Will do, Commander." As Harriet turned to leave his office, she noticed a folded piece of paper sitting on the edge of Harm's virtually clear desk. "What's that, sir? That paper, does it belong in a file? I'll be happy to put it back for you."
Harm picked up the paper to inspect it. Unfolding he discovered another letter from Mac.
"Uh, no Harriet. It's just one of mine. Night."
"Night, sir. See you tomorrow."
After Harriet had left Harm's office, Harm closed the door before reading what else Mac had written him:
~If you needed to read this letter the Admiral must have decided you didn't take the news quite like a Squid should. I was listening to the radio the other day and a song came on that struck a chord in me. I'm a closeted rock fan, I guess not so closeted now. Somehow Our Lady Peace, the band who sings this song, managed to say what I've been trying to say to you since forever.
**I walked around my good intentions, and found that there were none. I blame my father for the wasted years we hardly talked. I never thought I would forget this hate then a phone call made me realize I'm wrong. If I don't make it known that I've loved you all along, just like sunny days that we ignore because we're all dumb and jaded and I hope to god I figure out what's wrong.**
Suck it up, Commander Rabb. I'm coming home, and we'll figure it all out. -M.
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